âSoâ¦â
Namgung Bi-ah, who had been lying quietly, looked at me and asked,
ââ¦Did you get hit?â
â...â
I instinctively rubbed my head.
There wasnât a lump, but the lingering soreness was undeniable.
The exact spot where Moyong Hee-ah had smacked me.
ââ¦Sheâs definitely hiding her level.â
It still hurt.
She must have hit me with far more force than her supposed rank suggested.
Moyong Hee-ah was definitely concealing her true strength.
ââ¦Either that, or her hands are just unnaturally heavy.â
It was meant to be a half-joking comment, but she swung at me without hesitation.
Thanks to that, my head still throbbed.
âI mean, how was I supposed to stay calm after reading those conditions?â
From my perspective, I had every right to feel wronged.
Those insane terms practically begged to be accepted.
Jang Yoo-myungâs proposal was so outrageous that it only made sense if heâd completely lost his mind.
So, naturally, I blurted out something inappropriate without thinking.
Still, I was trying to figure out what Jang Yoo-myung was really after.
âWhat exactly does he want from me?â
What was worth offering such terms?
I couldnât help but wonder.
ââ¦But honestly, even if thereâs a hidden motive, wouldnât it be worth considering?â
Even if it came with strings attached, it was tempting enough to accept with a smile.
ââ¦But, you knowâ¦â
âWhat?â
After hearing my story, Namgung Bi-ah looked at me and said,
âI think you deserved to get hitâ¦â
â...â
I had hoped at least Namgung Bi-ah would take my side, but even she said that.
Was it really that bad?
I scratched my head awkwardly and changed the subject.