"Yes, it does."
She nodded anxiously.
"You're not being dragged around by Wi Hajoon, are you? I told you, I have never once heard anything good about him come out from a single person's mouth. Grab anyone from the center, and they will say the same."
"You're the one dragging Wi Hajoon into this, Nuna. I didn't sleep around either."
A terrible memory struck him as he responded. Someone had said the same about him once. Reminded of that time, he picked up his phone from the table and opened the camera to see what made him look like he slept around.
"Then let me hear it. What part of Wi Hajoon do you like exactly? It's his face, isn't it?"
Rim Young stared at himself in the camera, still not knowing what it was, when he saw his neck and two red dot marks on it. Without a reaction, he closed the camera and put down his phone.
"It's not his face. I don't care about his looks."
