It was now evening and it was approaching dusk. Muyeol had never returned to the mansion this late in the evening.

The reason was because the Yakuza organization had called a meeting and it made Muyeol very bored not seeing you but he didn't want to accept it.

"Damn it..." Muyeol muttered and leaned back on the large sofa in his living room. And you sat down on the floor next to his legs.

Muyeol smokes a cigarette and reaches down to caress your cheeck, his eyes still cold.