What Are You Talking About?

"Hehe... Minseo Oppa..."

She looked at me with a nearly vacant expression, picking up the strawberries on the table one by one and feeding them to me.

Of course, I had hands too, and accepting food with my mouth from a girl younger than me might have been a blow to my pride.

But I decided not to care about that anymore.

Honestly, it was a habit I'd picked up because Hyunwoo had me sit on his lap and fed me practically every day.

That doesn't mean I like being treated like a little kid, okay?

Maybe Hyunwoo still had some sadness over losing his pet lingering in his heart?

If I thought of it as me playing a role of sorts, I could accept it.

Besides, if I rejected Hyunwoo's touch or consideration, that frightening side I'd seen the other day might come out.

"Mmph..."...