“In general, if you see a guy and a girl and attached like this…”
He heard people’s voices.
“Jung Hyo Rin-ssi, she’s really nice.”
“They say she donated 2 million won to the charity event Slave Dating.”
All the proceeds from the Slave Dating were to be used as charity donations.
“Just look at them holding arms.”
“Shhh! It’s fanservice. Fanservice.”
“Since it’s the kind Jung Hyo Rin, she’s treating him well like a boyfriend even though it’s a guy like him.”
“A newb slave that wasn’t even getting sold has completely grabbed a golden chance, jeez.”
Although there were reporters at the Korea University festival, they passed by them easily.
“We thought she had nothing to do with university festivals ever since she debuted and soared up from her first album, but for Jung Hyo Rin-ssi to be in a place like this… it’s surprising.”
“The fairy known worldwide is truly kind.”
She radiated plenty of dazzling charm.
Lee Hyun, who had left after working at the bar, didn’t just not suit her, but he really didn’t suit her.
It wasn’t possible to think otherwise, all the more because there had been times when she had brushed off proposals from Hollywood’s famous male actors. It was Jung Hyo Rin, who’d been far too clean when it came to scandals or things to do with men.
It was she who only loved songs.
“After holding arms with a guy once, it’s a little thrilling. I wonder if everyone holds arms for this kind of feeling…”
“What?”
“I am just talking to myself.”
Lee Hyun had heard what she had said.
‘Although it’s my first time holding arms with a girl too…’
As he passed over twenty-two years of age, his contact with women was solely with his little sister.
The life that had come in contact with women only in the faint age when he’d carried her around on his back when she was a baby, changed her diapers, and given her baths!
“Shall we play human whack-a-mole?”
“I don’t want to…”
“It’s 2000 won (~$2).”