Frowning, he glanced at his wristwatch.
He’d already wasted several minutes of his precious time.
‘Damn it, Kang Wooseok. What kind of weirdo weasel did you pair me with?’
Wooheon pressed his hand to his forehead.
He’d expected Yueul to quit quickly out of fear, yet here he was, hanging on.
Even though he was timid and seemingly incapable, the weasel had the gall to act bold at times.
His emotions shifted wildly—one moment he was laughing, the next he was crying, and then he was back to laughing again.
“Fine. You’re right—I did it on purpose. Happy now? I’m sorry, okay?”
What annoyed Wooheon even more was how he kept getting dragged into Yueul’s unpredictable behavior.
The fact that it was starting to affect him was frustrating in itself.
At those words, the weasel froze mid-step before darting closer.
He scrambled onto the front of his own clothes, stood on his hind legs, and stared up at Wooheon.
“So, what exactly do you expect me to do?”
