Gim Hall pinched her fist, and blue veins burst out on the back of his hand.
His face was cold and when he heard Vichy's words, his anger could not be hidden anymore. He could not control himself and pressed Vichy under his body, and held her lips firmly.
Even though she was dressed as a man, her breath was still sweet, and he could not stop the moment he touched her.
"Gim Hall, let me go!" Her lips were loosened and she slapped them.
She exerted all her strength in this slap.
Gim bore it.
The crisp sound in the carriage was particularly harsh.
The driver nervously slammed on the brake, this made Vichy stagger and Gim reached out and held her in his arms.
Vichy wanted to push him away, but anyway, she was not as strong as he was. She could only relax and let him hold him.
Gim sigh
