Wooheon—who had never once strayed from a plan—slowly closed his eyes... and opened them again.
‘I shouldn’t be telling HIM to get his shit together... I should be saying that to myself.’
“Let’s both keep our heads on straight today.”
The floppy weasel let out a tiny “kku-kku” in response.
The small, endearing sound tickled his ear.
A strange heat bloomed in his face.
“Don’t try to act cute. I already know you’re a menace.”
With that, Wooheon walked out of the restroom, silently swearing that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t let something as stupid as ‘mating instinct’ control him again.
Thinking to himself, he pressed the elevator button.
Catching a glimpse of his reflection in the doors once again, he let out a dry laugh.
They were on their way to apprehend a dangerous Wan-In Sect anthropomorph.
And yet the weasel was flopped across his shoulder like a lazy scarf, without a trace of tension.
‘This is basically a manhunt... and he’s acting like it’s a damn picnic.’
