Now is the evening of your normal work. Quite another night with more people in the restaurant than usual. Because it's close to this weekend, it will be full winter. The sound of people chatting happily with the music playing in tandem.

Dalcheon was still sitting on the sofa table in the corner of his old shop. His eyes kept staring at you and he drank harder every day until you could clearly see. So you slowly found the opportunity to walk over to him at the table immediately.

"Are you okay?" You asked him in a worried tone but Dalcheon suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you down towards him. His eyes just stared into your eyes.

"Saying something stupid, idiot..." Dalcheon answered you in a cold tone but instead reached out and stroked your hair, messing it up. And still holding you there with him.

Dalcheon just held you to him and looked at your eyes and face like that. It's like that. He is infatuated with you but hides those things behind his rude words.