So, I had officially made myself an enemy to my fourth master. And he looked like he was going to skin me alive. Literally.
I had bruised his perfect face and torn his sensual lips. The same lips he spoke naughty words to the men and women whom he took a fancy to.
The lips he was so proud of.
Serves him right.
For once, I wished Seo-Jun would know what it felt like to be hit. He always enjoyed hitting others and derived pleasure from it, so he should just take this as Karma.
Thankfully, he did not expect me to suddenly attack him; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to give him so many hits. A surprise attack was the best.
But, too bad, it only worked once.
"Stay away," Ki-hoon said with his deep, manly, and authoritative tone while holding me firmly.
I had calmed down after taking my mind off what Seo-Jun was capable of. I could talk to him with a straight face now and not falter.
