Jin Jangmyeong struggled in Cheong's arms. But it was no use. Cheong, who possessed the kind of brute strength that could force even legends like Xiang Yu to change their names, held him firmly like an immovable mountain.

"Ugh, let go."

"Why? Sweaty, sticky, and gross, huh? Did you really think you could refuse a hug in this state?"

"Put me down. Now."

"Sniff, sniff. Let's see, do you smell? When did you last wash? I told you to scrub behind your ears, didn’t I?"

Jangmyeong squirmed even more, prompting Cheong to giggle and finally let him go. He pouted, …