Uijae froze in place, still holding the gas mask. He had only meant to tease Sa-young a little, but this reaction was entirely unexpected.

Was this really something to be so embarrassed about? Or was Sa-young even embarrassed at all? For some reason, Uijae’s fingers tingled, and he instinctively flinched.@@novelbin@@

“….”

Sa-young breathed heavily for a moment before snatching the gas mask away. Just as his flushed face was about to disappear behind the mask again, Uijae hurriedly grabbed his hand. Gritting his teeth, Sa-young spoke in a low voice.

“Let go.”

“Wait, hold still for a second.”

“Get your hand off me.”

“Why are you putting it back on?”

“What does it matter? I… want to wear it.”

Underneath his coat, Sa-young’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His frustration boiled over, and his face, now partially hidden behind the gas mask, turned even redder.

The man standing before him was nothing like the younger Sa-young from the screen. His sharp cheekbones, defined jawline, and deep-set eyes were unmistakably those of a grown man.

Meanwhile, on the screen, the interview between the young Sa-young and the reporters continued.

—Are you announcing that you plan to establish your own independent force?

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