"Don't go overboard with your diet. If your body crashes, what are you going to do? I'm saying this because I'm worried for you.
"If I exercise and pass out, make sure you get a good shot. Make it touching."
"Haha…that type of joke…"
"Anyways, I don't look like a pig anymore, right?"
"No. You still look like a pig."
Jun-jin replied in a very straightforward manner. Have I been too nice to this bastard? I really want to punch him in the face, but I held it in because he was holding a camera. Next time, I'll sneak up on him in the streets and beat him up that way.
"Have you ever been hit by a pig?"
"No. Never. Why?"
"Oh, just wondering…if you ever want to know what it feels like, let me know."
"Pfft."
Jun-jin laughed at my words, then he asked.
"You're not mad because of what I said, are you? Aw, come on, Sian. Don't be mad. Alright then, hit me. Come on. I'll let you hit me just once."
Jun-jin turned off the camera and held out an arm. This was my chance.