Chapter 64.2

Chapter 64.2

“You woke me up in the morning, burned my shoulder, scratched my lips, and now you’re going to tuck your tail between your legs. Who’s in captivity now?”

He looked disapprovingly at Seoryeong’s blood-smeared face.

“Being stubborn is fine, but you need to see the situation to make it strategic. Do you want to end up dying for nothing?”

“….”

“If I were a real enemy, I would have grabbed you first. Then you’d be the one burning.”

His voice was cold as he evaluated her performance.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Seoryeong felt humiliated but took his words to heart.

“If you can’t finish what you started properly, you’ll only suffer the consequences like this.”

Their eyes met up close. For some reason, he looked unusually complicated, and just then, a sharp, cold pain hit her face.

“Ugh…! What are you doing…?”

“And don’t smear other people’s blood on your face.” Lee Wooshin started rubbing her face with a handful of snow.

It was hard to tell if he was cleaning her or scouring her like a clam; the icy snow scratched her skin painfully.

“If it’s from someone else’s body, why are you putting it on your face?”

“Stop!”

“I know what you mean, but it’s a weird habit, so don’t do it.” She tried to turn her head away, but his rough hands didn’t relent.

Just as she clenched her fists again, he suddenly frowned. He lowered his head so close that their noses almost touched, staring intently at something.

His voice was unexpectedly low, almost as if he spoke to himself.

“Do you mean this?”

Lee Wooshin yanked her collar abruptly. Seoryeong shivered as the cold wind penetrated her skin. He rubbed her neck persistently, as if he had found a foreign object.

“Agh!” Seoryeong grimaced in pain, letting out an involuntary groan. Wooshin tilted his head, puzzled.

With a tense hand, he scooped up another handful of cold snow and began rubbing it against her neck, not her face this time.

Seoryeong’s body trembled violently from the cold, and she struggled again. The more she fought, the stronger the pressure on her skin became, burning as if it were scalded.

“You’ve been bitten, Seoryeong.”

His voice was monotone but something ominous enough to make her shiver with fear underlay it. He stared at her intently.

“Some bastard bit you really well.”

“…!”

At that moment, she remembered Sung Wookchan biting her neck. Her eyes involuntarily darted towards a nearby tree trunk.

Seeing this, Wooshin silently smirked.

“Ah, right there.”

His tone was soft as if soothing a frightened child.

“I can tell it wasn’t a deep stab, but were you bitten anywhere else?”

“What do you mean?”

The man, trapping her with his arms, gazed at her.

“There’s always a sequence, even with these bastards. Where else did he bite you before reaching your neck?”

“…!”

“Show me where else you got bitten.”

He exhaled sharply as if chewing on something unpleasant.

“Didn’t he pull your clothes, grope your skin, and suck on you with his filthy tongue?”

“…!”

Seoryeong’s face flushed with shame.

“You’re so fucking beautiful; with all those bruises and redness, let’s count them together, so the instructor can give you a cold, hard punishment.”

Seoryeong blinked at Wooshin, who smiled generously.

She had an instinctive urge to flee from this situation.

“But what if your husband sees this?” Lee Wooshin said, almost seething, “That runaway jerk of a husband might come back in a rage, right?”

Seoryeong, clutching a snowball, shoved it into his eye. He wore lenses, which made his eyes vulnerable.

He turned his head quickly, but she pressed on his wrist and flipped their positions.

Finally escaping from beneath him, Seoryeong ran without looking back.

Why am I running when I’m supposed to capture the instructor? She wondered briefly. But seeing his figure chasing her like a tiger, all thoughts vanished.

Yes, it was because of that face. That crazed face!

It made her run until her thighs burned.