Bewitched by the Gestures

“You have to be my little sister.”

“Huh? What is that…”

“My mother’s symptoms have improved.

Thanks to the time I spent with Seo Eun‑jo.”

Tae Mu‑hyuk approached her because his mother had mistaken Eun‑jo for her daughter.

“I don’t think this is a situation where I can show off my petty pride.”

“…”

“…”

“Take my hand.”

Pushed to her limit by her sister’s hospital bills and lawsuit fees, Eun‑jo had no choice but to take the hand he offered—

a hand that felt more like charity than help.

And so, Eun‑jo entered the man’s annex, unaware that it was a carefully laid trap by Tae Mu‑hyuk.

“You have a knack for making me a slt every time we meet, Seo Eun‑jo.”*

Mu‑hyuk swallowed Eun‑jo’s lips as he muttered a curse between breaths.

The yellow umbrella slipped from her hand, flipped inside out, and rolled away in the wind.

Her body, chilled by the spring rain, was overtaken by the heat radiating from him.

Finally, he pulled back, brushing his thumb across her reddened lips.

“I told you not to act like that in front of me.”

The dim lighting cast a dangerously beautiful shadow across his face.

“Because it feels so dirty… like I’m doing something terrible to my little sister.”