魔法少年 30

Yeha wanted to look back, but she couldn't. My limbs stiffened. I only glared at a glass of wine that reflected a blurry reflection on someone's human spirit.

The clatter of neat shoes walked on a smooth marble. The sound of footsteps was louder and clearer as they were repeated. It was coming toward respect. Ye-ha clasped her hands on her thighs.

The air moves along with the steps. Such a backlog of air came to Yeha and was violent.

A deep shadow finally brushed against Yeha. Fortunately, I didn't stop there and headed to the opposite side of the table. Yeh-ha bowed his head like a sinner. I didn't want to do that, but I drew it by myself.

The presence, which is located just across from Yeha, is probably human. There are five fingers that you can see at first glance, and the thick Adam's apple is hanging over the loose shirt.

A glimpse of Yeha. I checked the person in front of me by raising my eyes.

White skin. Red lips. The first two things I recognized were those two things. Afterwards, he saw sharply slanted eyes and slender, but in a sense, dark double eyelids.

Yeha looked at him as if he was possessed by a ghost, and when he raised his hand, he quickly lowered his eyes again.

It's the worst. Really, it's the worst.

Yesterday and today. No, he was the main character who has been noisy all these days. Hanho Group's second Choi Han-gun. Even Yeha, who is not interested in politics or the economy, is familiar.

Maybe it's because I've only seen him on TV. It was like seeing a celebrity. A face as handsome as a celebrity also contributed to the feeling.

Yeha swallowed a dry saliva.

The fact that the person in front of you was Choi Han-gun meant that the person in front of you was Alpha.

This is the smell of alpha.