125 The Same Answer

“…….”

“Mm? Try calling me noona.”

The feel of Paeng Sorin’s hand stroking my back in a ticklish way strangely gives me goosebumps.

I normally never really thought of her as older than me. But now that she was approaching me so blatantly, a chilling red alert went off in my head.

‘But is being the owner of a matchmaking agency normally this dangerous?’

To the point of staking my future on it?

“Mm? Noona. Go on, call me noona.”

“Ahem, Ms. Paeng Sorin—.”

As I awkwardly called her by name while she kept patting my back and trying to coax a form of address out of me,

the gymnasium door opened, and Renea came inside. She had gone to the convenience store for water, and now had a case of thirty bottles in one hand and a piece of chocolate in her mouth...