Wooheon bit back the urge to snap: ‘Why would you give him something like this?’
Only then, Yueul’s voice echoed in his head: ‘Be gentle.’
‘...I’m definitely being ‘tamed.’’
“I’ll give it to him. You can go take some rest. You’ve got the place to yourself until six—enjoy it.”
He forced an awkward smile as he spoke.
His black mamba scales darkened even more.
Wooheon meant it as a smile, but to the zebra keeper, it looked anything but.
The man instinctively stepped back, alarmed.
His instincts whispered: ‘All those rumors... They were true...?’
He’d heard the rumors—about the scales.
He didn’t want to test his luck.
Best not provoke a black mamba that could even take down a water buffalo.
“This is what he... drew?”
Wooheon uncrumpled the paper, his expression darkening.
His eyes had always looked suspicious when he stared at Yueul—but now, it was worse. There was something downright filthy in them.
