Submit to Me!
Even now, Gang-mu swallowed a hollow laugh at the boldness of the kid who strained her eyes roundly to stare at him.
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Sunday, 1:00 PM. Along the roadside overlooking Gangnam Station, Exit 6.
Under the dazzling sun, a top-tier luxury sedan and the black vehicles escorting it stood lined up, flaunting a bizarre majesty.
“The kid isn't coming out, LF.”
“No, S is coming.”
LF wore a pleasant smile like an innocent child, wiping away his usual cruelty.
Dressed in pure white cotton trousers, a sky-blue shirt, and a light white cardigan draped over his shoulders, he was as radiant as a protagonist in a pictorial who monopolized the freshness of summer, concealing his brutal nature.