Inside the shower booth, he had no choice but to press closely against Wooheon.
He was trying to wash Wooheon’s hair, but he wouldn’t even tilt his head down.
As a result, Yueul had to press his body against him.
Standing on tiptoe to reach Wooheon’s head made Yueul’s legs tremble uncontrollably.
His posture was awkward, as he tried his best to keep certain areas of their bodies from touching.
Whether he was in front or behind, it was all equally embarrassing.
Constantly shifting his position, Yueul felt his legs cramping from the strain.
By this point, most anthropomorphs would have either moved on their own or started talking.
Even Daeseong, who usually said nothing beyond a single word, had been cooperative.
And the slow loris anthropomorph might not have moved much, but at least he had laughed.
But Kang Wooheon was more stubborn than any of them.
Yueul finally withdrew his hands from Wooheon’s sudsy hair, feeling utterly exhausted.
