From Public Humiliation to Private Execution

Im Yoon-ah's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest.

Because there was a pair of men's underwear inside the thermos in her suitcase.

They were Lin Yuan's underwear!

If everyone saw the underwear she had hidden from Lin Yuan in front of all those people...

Im Yoon-ah felt she might as well just die!

What kind of girl secretly kept a man's worn underwear?

It would seem perverted even if a man did it, let alone a young girl like her.

The scene from last night surfaced in Im Yoon-ah's mind again:

When she had quietly slipped into Lin Yuan's room, the rushing water from the bathroom had covered the sound of her entering.

When she saw the clothes tossed on the sofa, Im Yoon-ah immediately found her target:

That was the evidence I wanted!

Although she had personally seen Lin Yuan crawl out from under Taeyeon's blanket and sneak away.

That did not prove with absolute certainty that the musky scent had been left by Lin Yuan.

In truth, this matter had nothing to do with her. She did not even know what she could do if it was completely confirmed.

But she simply wanted to be sure. Once she was sure, she would deal with everything else one step at a time.

Im Yoon-ah walked to the sofa and pushed aside the clothes Lin Yuan had left there. Her target appeared before her eyes.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pinched the pure cotton fabric.

If they had been clothes worn by another man, she would have felt instinctively uncomfortable even looking at them a few more times, let alone picking them up.

Yet this pair before her did not provoke the slightest disgust in Im Yoon-ah.

She even held