Laplace said he was going to eat them all up, but it was the audience that ate his stage up. He continued to pose like he was competing in a bodybuilder competition. The muscles beneath his copper skin squirmed like keys on a piano. 

Clap clap clap! The dolls and statues clapped wildly like they were fans who were meeting their favorite star. They weren’t able to cheer because they lacked vocal cords, but some of them gestured as if they were shouting. 

What was Sesha supposed to do with that attention-seeking pervert? She wanted to find a hole and hide. If someone else saw him…!

“…So-yeong?” At the sudden voice, Sesha straightened her back like a cat and turned around. Park Yoo-min was looking at the pervert bunny and ghosts with a mystified expression. 

‘O-Oh right…’ Sesha had forgotten about it because of the pervert bunny, but Park Yoo-min was very fearless for a normal human being, and she was a very curious person. While Sesha had the upper hand over others, in front of Park Yoo-min, she was always the weaker one. She had been victim to Yoo-min’s mischief too many times to count...