Chapter 132

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He scared Woorum again.

He bit his lip bitterly.

"Long live the Crown Prince! I'm honored to see you."

Kyosul slightly bent her knees awkwardly. She turned her head to look back at him, embarrassed and at a loss about what to do. With one foot on the step stool and the other in the air, she was completely leaning against him.

"I don't think you are in a good posture to offer greetings."

"Oh, really? I think so."

She burst into laughter. His eyebrows wiggled at that.

He tightened his grip on her forearms. He smelled the sweet scent of her tender skin. Something soft and tender pressed against his chest. She was not heavy, but he couldn't endure her physical touch at the moment.

He lifted and placed her on the floor. Her small figure was ridiculously light.

'Ah… I shouldn't smile.'

His face hardened all the more.