The Third Late-Night Talk

Kim Taeyeon squeezed her eyes shut and frantically repeated the psychological suggestion from her idol training in her mind:

"If I'm not embarrassed, then it's everyone else who's embarrassed... If I'm not embarrassed..."

As a female idol trainee, overcoming embarrassment and singing and dancing in front of the public was a basic professional skill.

But the psychological suggestion that had always worked so well seemed to have completely failed her now.

No matter how many times Kim Taeyeon repeated it to herself, the image of Lin Yuan pinching that strip of cloth between his fingers surfaced in her mind and instantly shattered all her efforts to remain calm.

This... was... so... humiliating!

It must have felt sticky, right?

Would he think it was disgusting?

There couldn't have been some weird smell, could there?

How could there not have been a smell!?

Every thought scorched her nerves like a branding iron. Waves of shame crashed over her one after another, nearly suffocating her.

Forget it!

Lee Boo-jin might as well sink me in the Han River!

I really don't want to live anymore!

Just then, a soft rustling of fabric reached her ears.

Her eyelashes trembled as she secretly opened her eyes a sliver:

Lin Yuan was holding the clothes she had changed out of, calmly tossing them into the laundry basket in the corner.

Even that piece of evidence was casually thrown in with them.

He neither frowned nor looked disgusted. He did not even spare it another glance.

It was as though it were merely an ordinary piece of laundry waiting to be washed, rather than the "evidence" that had humiliated her to death.

His footsteps moved toward the door.

Kim Taeyeon's heart suddenly clenched—

Was he leaving?

Was he really just going to leave like that?

Then what