[The Boss and His Sly Baby-Mama]
Gyeong-shin, like a person who could not even breathe properly, froze stiff from head to toe and obsessively scrutinized Tae-ha’s profile.
“¿Vendrá a Corea en mayo (You’re coming to Korea in May)?”
No sooner had Tae-ha’s question dropped into the campus than Gyeong-shin’s frail shoulders, which had been staring blankly at the ground, flinched noticeably.
Slowly raising her head, Gyeong-shin’s trembling eyes tangled head-on in midair with Tae-ha’s cold gaze. Tae-ha’s eyes held wonder, but Gyeong-shin’s eyes were already growing dim.