“Rejecting ‘Flaming Lady’ was just absurd. Were you really sane back then? No, you weren’t sane back then, so that’s why you rejected something like that and fled to the military, leaving behind our poor Gaeul-unni. You’re such a bad guy.”

Yuna, whose cheeks were flushed red, stuck onto Gaeul like a cicada to a tree. Yuna said that she usually didn’t drink more than one glass because she would easily get drunk, but she declared that she would be drinking to her heart’s content today, and consequently, her mouth practically became an automatic door after an hour. Whether it was in the past or now, it didn’t change that the filter in her brain disappeared once she was drunk. Her address of Gaeul also changed from ‘seonbae’ to ‘unni.’

“Fine, I’m the condemnable sinner. I get it, so stop drinking. I can allow everything else but not cooking pancakes on the floor^[1].”

“No. I’m going to cook a big one,” Yuna said as she grabbed Gaeul’s arm.

She looked like she was going to declare war with Gaeul as her weapon if he kept picking a fight with her. He hoped for Gaeul to stop her, but she was also glaring at him while grabbing Yuna’s hand tightly. You don’t...