The question was asked cautiously.
Wooheon chuckled softly and turned off the water, shifting his body.
His black mamba scales shimmered on his skin, his expression darkening.
‘...Did he not find the answer?’
Yueul swallowed nervously.
“Yes.”
But Wooheon’s response was positive.
“Really? What did it feel like? Honestly, I’m not entirely sure myself. I just thought that washing in warm water like this helps ease tense muscles and feels good. Plus, bathing together like this makes it feel more intimate, more comfortable. So, I was wondering if you might have felt something similar....”
Now that Wooheon had said he understood, Yueul’s mood brightened, and he chattered on without pause.
His heart pounded in anticipation of Wooheon’s answer.
“Would you like me to tell you how it felt?”
Yueul nodded.
“You were so gentle that I found myself nodding along without thinking. I also wanted to be praised. It was an unfamiliar sensation. And....”
Wooheon grasped Yueul’s nape.
