The next day, Lee Ahn found me, her expression flustered.
“How did I get home last night?”
“You don’t remember? You carried me back.”
At my deadpan response, Lee Ahn’s cheeks flushed a bright red.
“Don’t lie to me. I wasn’t that drunk. Was I heavy? I’m sorry, So-gyoju.”
“It would be a lie to say you were light,” I admitted, then flexed a bicep. “But you weren’t so heavy I need an apology. Look at these arms!”
“Oh, they’ve gotten even
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