"Don’t you ever think about your health?"

Her soft cheek, caught in his grasp, slipped free as his hand fell away, seemingly at a loss.

"…Fine. You’re right. I’ll quit."

Baek Saeon let out a quiet sigh, running a hand over his sharp, serious expression. The tone of his surrender was soft, devoid of its usual edge.

"But, one last thing."

He suddenly lifted Heeju by the waist.

"…!"

Without lowering his gaze, he brought her up to his eye level, pulling her lips into his with an unrelenting force.

“Mm…”

He stole away the bitter, acrid taste lingering in …