“Uh—uh—”
It was nothing but a flustered stammer, yet for some reason Gyeon Geum-hee looked as if she’d gained certainty from it.
She irritably swept her hair up and hissed like she was spitting the words out.
“I don’t know how my Unnie meddled this far, but if she sent you because of me, then you’re mine. I’ll take responsibility. Don’t worry.”
‘G-girl crush! Godlike!’
She was wildly mistaken about something, but—so cool!
Jio clenched down hard and resisted the urge to hit the “Buy Lightstick” button hovering in the shop window in his mind’s eye.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Geum-hee retied her high ponytail and gripped her weapon.
The brute was dragging his mace this way.
“Miss, step aside. I’m letting it slide because we’ve been stumbling around together till now. You should’ve said so earlier. If he’s not even on our side, that makes the talk quick.”
“Leave him out. He’s someone…