A Misstep

With a disinterested look, Wooheon stood up.

“Sit down. I’ll get you some food.”

‘I-It worked!’

Yueul’s ears perked up in excitement. He had been worried he went too far with the cursing, but it turned out fine.

The tougher he acted, the softer the black mamba became.

‘So he’s the type to bully the weak and bow to the strong? If that’s true, he’s definitely a more terrible person than I thought!’

Yueul walked confidently and sat down in the chair.

Wooheon, who had brought over a bowl of rice, quietly fell into thought as he filled Yueul’s dish.

After a moment of reflection, Wooheon let out a silent, mocking laugh.

He was perceptive—Yueul’s attitude was strikingly similar to Suhyeon’s, or perhaps even more extreme.

After a long pause, Wooheon piled a mountain of rice into the bowl, pressing it down tightly.

He placed the bowl and spoon in front of Yueul, who blinked in surprise.

“I can’t eat this much.”

“You should.”