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... ked at the rearview mirror.
“Don’t you feel nauseous? Isn’t it me?”
He answered with a bland laugh.
“No. Unless you wear a T-shirt and twerk in front of me.”
His joke didn’t make her laugh. Choi Seol-woo spoke with a sinking feeling. His voice was dark and husky, just like his sinking heart.
“I might have sniffed my sweaty gym clothes like a pervert stalker. I might have comforted myself while thinking of you. Didn’t you vomit?”
Won Dae-young turne ...
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