His head spun.
He’d never felt so lost.
Even being dumped into the agency to ‘develop character’ had been more straightforward than this.
“...What the hell am I supposed to do?”
Wooheon had never been taught how to win someone’s heart.
He didn’t have an answer.
Honestly... it’d be easier if that damn weasel just told him what to do.
‘Wait... That’s right! He could give ME the answer!’
“Mr. Lee. Come here a moment.”
Wooheon called out to the weasel, who stood trembling on two feet, keeping his distance.
“It’s not a request, this is an order from your team leader.”
At that, the weasel scampered forward on all fours—but stopped short of the porch, standing warily where the slippers were.
“How are you still a weasel? I’m here trying to talk to you and you’re still-”
Wooheon looked into those wide, shiny eyes and swallowed the rest of his words.
Those eyes were too cute.
Too soft.
He couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh.
