111 Weekend

“……Did you happen to hit someone?”

Seeing Mosco Vichakos's swollen face, Yoo Yena asked in a low voice.

I knew she'd only asked to make sure, thinking surely not.

But who would have thought she'd actually ask that?

“What do you mean, hit someone? It's not like they'd just let me hit them.”

“Ahem.”

Perhaps this was Vichakos's first experience like this too, because they awkwardly looked away.

Yoo Yena didn't ask any further. Instead, she looked up at the sky and urged them on.

“We really have to go back now. You can't claim you didn't know because of the time difference.”

“You're taking me home first, right?”...