Chapter 27

Shhk. Scrape. Shh-shhk.

The sound of silk rubbing against something and a man’s pained-sounding groans gradually grew faster. With a grave expression, Ja-yeong concentrated on the noises coming through the wall. If he was genuinely ill, she needed to rush out and find the medicine box immediately.

“Haaah. Ha…”

And yet, for some inexplicable reason, heat kept rising between her thighs. Her throat was parched. Without realizing it, Ja-yeong crossed her legs. An odd sense of restlessness and anxiety crept over her, and she began chewing on her fingernails. It was almost as though the man’s affliction on the other...