Ye jun
He finally looked up.
Straight at me.
And I knew it was over for me.
Si-woo did not say anything right away. He just kept holding my phone like it belonged to him now. His thumb stayed right there on the edge of the screen. The light from the city outside came through the window and hit the side of his face. It made him look cold. It made him look dangerous. Like he could break me without even trying hard. I was still bent over halfway. My ass hurt so bad it felt like someone poured fire on it. Every little move sent sharp pain up my legs. My legs shook like jelly. They would not stop. My stomach gave another warning twist. It hurt low and mean. It wanted to remind me the pork was not finished with me yet. I could feel it building again. My mouth tasted like blood and fear. Like I had bitten my tongue too hard and now everything tasted metal.
