“...”

Libot glanced awkwardly at Han Yoo-il.

‘...I’m dying here.’

He thought it would be more comfortable to walk outside in pajamas.

‘...After all, this is my place.’

Since he had been the one to say it was okay to come over casually, he had no one else to blame. Libot suppressed a sigh that was about to burst out.

During that dreadful silence, Han Yoo-il casually spoke up.

“Actually, I haven’t watched the entire show.”

“...What?”

“But I’ve listened to all of Mr. Libot’s songs.”

“...Ah.”

Libot scratched his head, embarrassed by how aggressively he had been portrayed in …