บท 9: Chapter 9.

"Hmm."

After hearing the story, Ojae looked at Gyeonhui's face.

"So, you mean, you feel her pain. Is that correct?"

Ojae asked carefully not to offend him.

"... Yes."

Gyeonhui seemed frustrated, loosening his tie.

"Hmm."

With a brief sigh, Ojae looked anxiously at him, and suddenly, he raised his two fingers and asked.

"... How many fingers do you see?"

"What are you doing?"

"How many does it look like?"

"... Two."

"How about this?"

"Four. What the hell are you doing?"

Gyeonhui couldn't tell what Ojae was trying to do. Gyeonhui asked him with an unhappy expression.

"Do not move."

Ojae rose up from his seat and touched Gyeonhui's forehead.

"You don't have a fever."

Gyeonhui finally figured out the situation and struck Ojae's hand away from his forehead.

'Slap!'

The stinging sound and the pain rushed to him all at once.

"Ouch"

Ojae clutched his sore hand and trembled.

"So, you're saying that I'm crazy?"

Gyeonhui looked at him with a stern expression and asked.