Kang Tae-Seo’s behavior of putting his cheeks down on my shoulders was natural enough to feel the heat. Then, as the hot breath penetrated the school uniform fabric and reached the skin, I felt goosebumps. The guy whose eyes were shining like he was trying to catch someone just now is rubbing his cheek as if he were a big cat. In my heart, I wanted to throw a fist and kick him, but in reality, I couldn’t move at all and just swallowed the resentment, wondering if this punk was crazy. “Sigh… you have a sweet scent.” Nevertheless, I wouldn’t accept the Alpha, who has a sweet voice as if he would seduce an Omega. “It’s because I was making dalgona.” I’ve never made it, but I’ll break the mood in a second. “What is that…” He’s the son of a chaebol family. Anyway, he was an unpleasant bourgeois bastard.