Though a little scared, it was clear that she was ready to hand herself over to him.

Even if the environment is so rush and harsh at the moment. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if this man is him.

You can hear her whispers, but Yongyu's mind is sober. He is relaxed, sits up, looks at the surprised little girl, and is somewhat distressed. He holds her in his arms: "It's not very good here."

Mo breathed quietly and looked around, too. It's too shabby here, and in case someone comes in...

As long as he accepts himself and no longer evades his feelings, this thing... It's not urgent....