Chapter 12. A Late-Blooming Thief Is All the More Fearsome (12)

“Kyaaaah!!”

Despite Wi Ilcheong’s bright smile, Dokgo Ryeong grabbed at her hair and threw a fit.

“Y-you saw?! Un-yeong?!”

“Yes. Is something wrong… ”

“Hwaaaah…”

Dokgo Ryeong trembled all over with embarrassment.

“Th-that… you saw…? Me sleeping in Ilcheong’s arms…”

“Yes, of course.”

“Why… whywhywhy… why didn’t you wake me up!!”

“You were sleeping so soundly.”...