Truly, a gumiho was the fox among foxes.
Even a silver fox who shared the Mountain Lord’s bed was no match for him.
With a face like his, deceiving clueless, innocent women like her was as easy as taking candy from a baby.
“Hmm...?”
Yet, the hand he grasped was unexpectedly rough.
Though it had seemed soft at a glance, it was firm, like the roots of a tree.
Sensing something amiss, Noksu turned his head—and there stood a man by Sohwa’s side.
Silent and still as a shadow, the mystery man appeared out of nowhere, placing his hand over Sohwa’s as if to protect it.
“Who are you?”
Noksu quickly withdrew his hand.
Meanwhile, Sohwa’s face lit up with joy, like a puppy seeing its owner.
“Dohwi!”
The man called Dohwi was strikingly handsome, though the oppressive aura he exuded left no time to admire his beauty.
“Why are you back so soon? Did you come to see me? Hm? Have you eaten yet?”
