With how stressed he got from even the smallest disruption to his order, that would be a one-way ticket to disasterville.
Knowing his temperament, he’d probably shift into his black mamba form and plant his fangs right into his neck, right on the spot.
As Yueul continued to rack his brain, trying to figure out how to deal with Wooheon, a different thought suddenly floated up.
‘Wait... Why did Mr. Kang show up as his black mamba and crawl into bed with me?’
The moment that question squeezed into his mind, all his previous thoughts just vanished.
Wooheon had been so nonchalant, Yueul hadn’t known what to say.
Now, his mind was in a whirl, stuck on one thought: ‘What was that all about?’
“He turned into a black mamba... and slept... with me?”
‘D-did he... bite me?’
Yueul jumped to his feet.
He was pretty sure there hadn’t been any pain or injuries when he’d turned into a weasel that morning.
Still, something could’ve happened while he wasn’t aware.
