“…Oh, Gyeon Jioh! Hey!”
Gyeon Jioh came out of his recollection.
When he turned around, Gyeon Riok was wearing an expression that showed his patience was cracking.
Seoul’s weather was getting hotter.
People everywhere complained about the heat wave, but the indoor climate control set to an optimal temperature was nothing but comfortable.
But the season is a matter of mood.
Bambi, who loathes exposing skin and, true to his midwinter nature, hates summer, showed no sign of brightening.
Even that was him holding back because there were other people around.
“When someone’s talking, you should at least pretend to listen. What are you doing spacing out alone?”
“N-no! Oh, I’m fine. I have lots of time! You’re choosing a place you’ll actually live in, so of course you have to be careful. Absolutely!”
The real estate agent flailed and waved both hands.
Gyeon Riok found his extreme submissiveness a bit displeasing, but what could you do. He wasn’t so lacking in social sense…