Lisa Brüschweiler, a twenty-five-year-old law student, is under immense pressure from her studies, exams, and the high expectations of her single mother. After failing her final exam, the stress of having a low GPA as a graduating student takes a to...
"I might really kiss you, and then your mama will catch us red-handed."
The threat, though playful, was the last straw for Lisa. "Aaaaarrghhhhh!!!" she screamed, the sound piercing the air. Mingyu staggered back, caught off guard by her sudden outburst. "Yah, ajusshi, jinjja jeongsin nagan geo aniya?!" she demanded in her most practiced angry tone.
Lisa's breathing was ragged, her effort to push him away had been both necessary and cathartic. Her body was betraying her—he was too close, and she could feel her resolve crumbling under the weight of his presence. She was not going to let him get inside her head just because he was attractive and intriguing.
Not today, Satan. She was not raised to be a weak woman, and she was thoroughly annoyed. "You! I don't care if you're older than me, but you shouldn't trust anyone just because they've been acting nice! Clearly, Eunseo's teacher was just an irresponsible person looking to get close to you by doing you a favor!" Lisa huffed, planting a hand on her hip and another on her forehead, clearly stressed by the situation.
Mingyu watched her with a calm demeanor, almost as if he found her outburst amusing. She was ranting and raving like a nagging wife, but he seemed unfazed.
"Can I call you then?" he asked casually, interrupting her tirade.
"What?"
"If I can't pick up Eunseo from school, can I call you to help?"
"Me? Why me?"
Mingyu shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on his lips. "You seemed fitting. And I think Eunseo has taken a liking to you."
Lisa's annoyance was palpable, but she was caught off guard by his casual offer.
"I'll be making dinner. Come if you want. Eunseo wants to play with you." He said decisively before turning on his heel and walking away. Lisa watched him retreat to his apartment, the door left ajar, a silent invitation hanging in the air.
Lisa raised her brow, as if she'll go there, it's like walking in a Lion's den there. Except she's like Daniel.
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