The Secret Beneath the Table

The sensation vanished in an instant. If not for Lin Yuan's unusually sharp sense of touch, he would have almost thought it was an illusion.

Was it really an accidental touch?

Before he could think any further, that foot covered his calf again.

This time, it did not merely brush against him. Through the fabric of his dress pants, it gently caressed him.

Apparently, the earlier retreat had merely been its owner losing her nerve at the last moment. Having regrouped, she was now bolder than before.

Two questions immediately flashed through Lin Yuan's mind:

Whose foot was this?

Should I move away?

For Lin Yuan, the answer to the second question depended on the answer to the first.

If it was Im Yoon-ah or Kim Taeyeon, he would move away.

Although he had quite liked Girls' Generation in his previous life, he had only met the two young women a few times and did not know them well. They clearly had not reached that stage.

But if it was Lee Boo-jin's foot...

Lin Yuan felt that would be rather difficult to handle.

After all, she had just implied that she intended to stake generations of family wealth on him. Rejecting her so coldly now would seem somewhat heartless, wouldn't it?

"Maybe it's just a little rubbing?"

The thought made him laugh silently—why did that sound so familiar?

No matter what, the most important thing now was to determine whose foot it was.

With his stomach pressed against the edge of the dining table, his view was almost entirely blocked by it.

He could push his chair back and lower his head to look beneath the table, but that would be far too undignified.

Lin Yuan calmly studied the three people at the table.

Lee Boo-jin was lifting a napkin