‘So it really... does come out, if done long enough.’
It was something he’d never experienced before.
“Let’s go, Mr. Lee.”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
Wooheon glanced over at Yueul, who still looked dazed, his lips twitching unconsciously.
Part of him wanted to say, ‘Mr. Lee, you’ve got three days ahead of you. If you’re this spaced out now, do you really think you’ll make it through tomorrow in one piece?’
“...You need to stay sharp starting today. The Wan-In Sect’s ritual is at 10 p.m. tomorrow, but the state you’re in today could carry over.”
Still, he didn’t say too much.
He knew exactly why Yueul was acting like this and what his body was going through right now.
After all that sucking, of course his chest would sting every time the fabric touched it.
Watching him rise gingerly from his seat, Wooheon let out a quiet sigh.
“If it hurts that much, you can stay in your animal form during the ride. It should be easier that way.”
It was the best option he could think of.
