Sungyoon pushed the last piece of potato into his mouth, but it seemed that he still wanted more. He cleaned the crumbs around his lips and licked his fingers. He looked like a starved refugee at the end of the Korean War. He hadn’t been able to properly wash himself, and his clothes were unwashed too. He was filthy, and there was a considerable amount of stench coming off him. It reinforced the image of him looking like a refugee.

It seemed Sungyoon was thirsty. Sungyoon took out a little water bottle hanging at his waist, and he took a sip.

“Thank you for the food.”

“You’re welcome.”

Chelsea was a bit embarrassed. The potato was expensive on the Moon. However, she had only brought it, because she was sick of it. But when she saw Sungyoon enjoy it so much, it poked at her conscience.

Sungyoon folded the paper bag, and he tried to put it in his pocket.

“Ah. It’s fine. I’ll throw it away for you.”

Chelsea reached out, and she lightly held Sungyoon’s arm.

“Oohk!”

Sungyoon let out a single cry.

“Ah. I’m sorry!”

Chelsea quickly let go. However, she soon tilted her head in puzzlement.

‘It shouldn’t have hurt.’

She had lightly grabbed Sungyoon’s arm. However, Sungyoon reacted in an exaggerated manner. He acted as if he was injured. A close friend might pull an injury prank like this. However, she didn’t have that kind of relationship with...