“This is our workplace, sir. Not... not a place for sex. If you do this, you’ll just get stressed again, and....”
“I wasn’t planning on having sex.”
Wooheon narrowed his eyes at the shameless weasel, already jumping to sex when he hadn’t even gone there himself.
He was the one who liked Yueul—yet this shameless weasel seemed more prepared than he was.
“K-kissing isn’t any better.”
Yueul muttered, face bright red.
“Didn’t you say you’d help me fix my personality? So let’s count this as part of the training. Kissing someone at work might be the most out-of-line thing I’ve ever done.”
It was hard to tell whether he was supposed to be thrilled or horrified that Wooheon—who hated breaking rules more than anything—was now willing to jump the fence in one reckless leap.
Yueul whimpered and pressed his lips together.
“You know, I might pass out any second now.”
He said it, knowing full well how lame it probably sounded.
“What if one of the keepers sees us?”
