What’s Wrong With My Art Coach?
Seung-ho stumbled over his words, then quickly moved away from Min-a like he was an appealing drug.
His jaw clenched hard and he could feel his erection as he walked to his shelf for the various bags of chips he bought recently.
Seung-ho took a moment to suppress his arousal then grabbed five of the bags. He dropped them on his counter, causing various cackling sounds, “oh-we have, ginger pepper.”
He didn't care for the product name, it was a stock purchase.
Picking up a bluish bag, he read off the body, “we have seafood spice,”