“Here I am.”
Dohwi clapped his hands or made noises to reveal his location.
“Got you!”
Sohwa spun quickly, only to miss him again.
She always ended up grasping at empty air.
Frustrated, she shouted.
“I don’t want to be ‘it’ anymore!”
She was about to rip off the blindfold when Dohwi suddenly hugged her from behind.
“Should I be ‘it’ now?”
“Ugh, that would be even more annoying!”
Even blindfolded, Dohwi could always catch Sohwa.
No matter how far she ran or how cleverly she hid, even if she climbed into the jar storage, he always found her with uncanny precision.
“Let’s stop playing tag. It’s getting boring.”
“Then what should we do?”
“Hmm....”
“Shall we go to the bedroom?”
Sohwa’s eyes immediately narrowed.
How could this shameless tiger have no sense of propriety?
“It’s still broad daylight, Dohwi.”
“I know you like it deep down.”
As his lips drew closer, Sohwa tilted her neck back like a turtle to avoid him.
“Ma’am, Master!”
“Woongsik!”
