Splinters flew as the broken wood splintered with a sharp crack. Sa-young, now supporting the tilting wooden pillar with his hands, gawked in disbelief as Uijae slipped away from the scene. His voice brimmed with outrage.
âWhat the hell⦠Are you insane? Completely out of your mind?â
Uijae casually rubbed the back of his head. No pain, no bumps, no dents. Good. Feeling smug, he replied nonchalantly.
âWell, I couldnât kick you, so I broke the pillar. Didnât have much choice, did I?â
âWhat kind of twisted brain comes up with that? I want to dissect it and see if itâs defective.â
âPerfectly functional, thank you very much.â
Like hell heâd let Honeybee or Hong Yesung see him caught in a compromising position like that. If he took off the mask, he wouldnât be able to hide his eye movements, and Sa-young was far too observant. Heâd have been exposed in no time.
What kind of face was Sa-young making right now? Probably one of exasperation, eyebrows knit, eyes narrowed. Maybe even a âwhy am I stuck with this idiotâ look. Oddly enough, Uijae felt a sudden urge to touch his face, to confirm what expression he was making.
Just then, rapid footsteps approached.
âWhatâs with the noise? Are you two fighting?â
âCluck, cluck!â
The small flame, which appeared to be Kkokko, darted over and started pecking furiously at Sa-young. Amid the tapping sounds, Honeybee strode over to Uijae.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om