The listless expression on Cheon Sol’s face vanished, replaced by a brilliant, unrestrained joy. A child as pure-hearted as him could never hide his feelings, good or bad; they were always written plainly for the world to see.
A faint smirk touched Oh Joomin’s lips as he reached over and gave Cheon Sol’s chubby cheeks a light tug. The soft, squishy flesh stretched like a mochi rice cake.
“No more illegal transactions, got it?”
Still buzzing
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