Yueul hesitated, unsure.
Even after capturing the target, Wooheon was weighed down by pressure.
He’d even shown his mamba scales while getting treated at the hospital.
His breathing had been heavy and low, more animal than man.
“You called me out here but won’t say anything?”
“...Are you okay?”
“You mean my wound?”
“Yes.”
“I’m a snake. I heal faster than most humans. And they said the wound wasn’t deep. I’ll be fine in a few days.”
Wooheon’s voice was lower than usual.
Almost like the day of his interview.
Yueul, worried, perked up one of his weasel ears—then quickly lowered it again.
Wooheon held back the urge to scold him for showing it.
He wasn’t in a position to say anything right now.
The scales had been surfacing more often lately.
Just like Yueul.
‘So now I’m becoming the same fool I used to mock.’
Wooheon dug his teeth into his lip.
Yueul gently reached out and touched his arm—where the scales had risen.
It was burning hot.
