Because that first button had been fastened wrong, she ended up being a difficult little sister in all sorts of ways.
But just as much, I wanted to treat her well. As long as Jioh didn’t forget the look in little Geum-hee’s eyes that day, he probably always would.
Gyeon Geum-hee sprawled across the living-room sofa. From the wide fan of her long curls to her legs stretched straight out.
The easy composure of a lioness on the savannah.
A charisma you wouldn’t believe from a seventeen-year-old.
He’d come charging in, breathless and fired up, but the moment he actually saw her, his shoulders shrank. The little wimp of a brother, Gyeon Jioh, tiptoed closer.
“What?”
“……”
“Why are you kneading bread on my belly again? Aren’t you getting off?”
[Constellation, ‘Reader of Fate,’ drops his jaw.]
[He wails, saying, Look at that detestable, two-faced cutie kitty who only equips aegyo when it benefits him—what are you, a concubine fawning over some tyrant?—and demands you get out of her arms right now.]
“Geumgeum……”
Gyeon Jioh, aegyo mode ON, concentration 200%.
Jioh blinked both eyes as he burrowed and nuzzled into Geum-hee’s arms.
[Your Constellation, ‘Reader of Fate,’…