Raven's voice was casual, amused even. His hand was still on Hana's ass, massaging the thick flesh like she was his property to show off.
Min-jung's nose twitched.
The smell of food hit her again. Her stomach—which she'd been ignoring in favor of panic—chose that moment to let out a loud, embarrassing growl.
'Grooowwwl.'
Her face went red. "I..."
Her eyes moved to the small kitchen area where pots were still steaming. The rice cooker light was on. There were actual dishes—multiple dishes—laid out on her tiny counter. Food she definitely didn't make. Food she definitely couldn't afford to order.
Home-cooked food.
Her mouth watered despite everything.
When was the last time she'd eaten something that wasn't instant ramen or convenience store rice balls?
Her jaw clenched. "There's no need for a hooker to be in my house, but—"
She moved before she could stop herself. Walked over to the counter, grabbed a bowl, and started ladling soup into it with shaking hands.
