The warmth from last night had disappeared completely, replaced by the alter-ego of a strict and unyielding team leader.
Yueul couldn’t tell which version of him was the real one.
‘I even asked him to speak kindly like that all the time! If he did, he’d be the most popular person in the association and could inherit his father’s position. Why doesn’t he get it?’
Letting out another pitiful groan, the weasel slowly lifted himself up.
Seeing that his body began to grow back to his human form, Wooheon finally focused on the road ahead.
“I packed some clothes and underwear for you. If you don’t want anyone to see you naked, I suggest you put them on quickly.”
Struggling against the soreness in his body, Yueul hastily dressed.
Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through his core, and soft groans escaped his lips as he moved.
“Ugh... everything hurts.”
Once he was fully dressed, Yueul fastened his seatbelt.
