One sunny afternoon. The gate in the yard burst, and Kwon Jae-jin, who was caught in it, died with his limbs torn apart.
… That’s all I thought.
“Oh, are you awake?”
He returned to the first day of his confinement.
A familiar face suddenly appeared between Jae-jin’s legs.
Seo Ui-woo was taking off his pants from below. Kwon Jae-jin silently watched Seo Ui-woo’s face, whether his pants were off or not.
It was a face he had seen so many times over the past four years of his life.
At that time, he thought he was being dragged to an unfamiliar place and forcibly laid upon. It was true.
“Fuck, hold your hand for a moment, please.”
“Haha. You’re cute, you.”
Unlike when he had been brutally beaten without knowing anything, this time he could easily grab Seo Ui-woo and shake him.
He knew Seo Ui-woo’s way of thinking well, and he knew what to do and say to move him.
If he just offered guidance as bait, Seo Ui-woo
Seo Ui-woo let out a ragged breath and carelessly brushed back his hair.
Her bright black hair, which seemed to shine through the light, naturally fell over his forehead.
His eyes, filled with excitement, flashed dangerously.
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