“I want to go with my beloved Baek Yu-sung! We—we’re inseparable!”
“Perfect,” Baek said, clapping his hands together. “That’s all you have to do.”
Seo squeezed her eyes shut, her face beet red, and muttered a curse.
“Yes, I understand. I understand,” Baek said, his voice full of sympathy, which only made Seo’s face flush a deeper crimson. This wasn’t shame; it was pure anger.
“Why does it always have to be me? You could do it! That’s right!
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