TWB 71

Tatsuki, who was preparing tea early in the morning, could not hide his surprise upon seeing Im Gyeong walking out of the bedroom. He was a complete mess. His hair was disheveled, the corners of his mouth were split, and a bruise had risen on the bridge of his nose. Setting the tea set down on the table, Tatsuki asked.

“…What happened to your face?”

Im Gyeong cleared his throat. Perhaps because he had been poked and prodded by a cock, his throat felt sore and stiff, as if it were bruised. As he frowned, Tatsuki observed his complexion with a worried expression.