Yueul’s weasel ears peeked out first as he began to shift.
Fluffy brown fur slowly spread along his arms, and his body started to shrink.
A weasel face popped out from the clothes that had fallen softly to the floor.
Standing up on his hind legs, the weasel looked up at Wooheon.
“Come here.”
The weasel trotted over and rose to his hind legs again in front of Wooheon, its black eyes filled with a sense of uncertainty and slight curiosity.
Wooheon bent down and gently picked up the weasel so he wouldn’t get hurt.
Startled by the sudden grasp, the weasel froze and hissed through closed lips.
Not knowing what Wooheon was planning made him tense.
“Stay still.”
Wooheon growled softly at the little creature hissing under his breath.
Only then did the weasel fall quiet.
Wooheon set him down on his thigh.
The moment the weasel settled on his leg, a wave of warmth spread through him.
It wasn’t hot—just comfortably warm.
Kku-kku.
