A situation where many people are lining up.
Looking at the black-haired woman, Bong-soon, who seems excited staring at her own hand, Tang Soyeol asked.
“…Lady Bong. Are you in a good mood?”
“Yeah!”
Hearing the question, Bong-soon smiles brightly and says.
“It was totally smooth. I want to touch it again. If I meet that oppa, will he let me touch it again?”
“…I don’t know about the texture, but my heart got all tense.”
Moreover, calling him oppa. Hearing the address, Tang Soyeol felt a dizzying emotion.
The Divine Dragon of Shaolin.
The leader among countless geniuses called the generation of meteors, and one of the most famous martial artists in the past few years.
Already, with the fact that he appeared, gazes were focused, and to charge in saying she’d touch such a Divine Dragon’s head.
Watching that, Tang Soyeol really thought she’d faint.
…Moreover.
‘What’s with allowing her to touch it.’
The Divine Dragon permitting Bong-soon, who rushed in saying she’d touch his head.
That was even stranger.
‘Is it consideration?’
Putting it nicely, pure.
Accurately, somewhat lacking Bong-soon.
Did the Divine Dragon deliberately act that way towards her behavior?
If it’s a figure of Shaolin known for benevolence, there’s certainly that possibility.
‘Somehow….’
The gaze with which the Divine Dragon looked at Bong-soon didn’t seem purely like that.
Benevolence and consideration.
It felt somewhat different from such emotions.
At least, it appeared that way in Tang Soyeol’s eyes.
‘Probably not.’
Surely, it wouldn’t be.
A figure of Shaolin who abandons all desires and follows Buddha’s will wouldn’t be swayed by desire.
Tang Soyeol thought it was just her misconception.