Seo Tae-joon had leaned over her to shield her, and now his face was impossibly close. He had one hand braced on the driver’s seat, the other arm blocking the steering wheel, caging her in. Ji-woo stared into his brown eyes. His gaze drifted down to her lips. She realized she was holding her breath.
“What is this about getting an ID all of a sudden?” she asked, her voice tight.
He remained silent. “Seo Tae-joon?” she pressed.
“I want to get a
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