A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac

"Should I hug you?"

Even though Ryuseoha knew the meaning behind his words was slightly different, he pretended not to notice and spread his arms wide, asking the question. Choi Kanghu, looking at him with affectionate eyes, let out a small chuckle and nodded.@@novelbin@@

Trying to fit his large body into Ryuseoha’s embrace, Choi Kanghu awkwardly scrunched up, burying his nose in Ryuseoha’s neck as he tried, but failed, to fold his arms properly. A natural smile appeared on his lips.

“Aren’t you going to pat me?”

Like a child craving affection, Choi Kanghu shamelessly made his next request. Ryuseoha had been about to reach out and gently rub his back, but he hesitated before touching the freshly engraved Black Scale tattoo.

“But what about the life transfer method? How does that work?”

Ryuseoha had nearly let this important issue slip in the midst of getting caught up in Choi Kanghu’s pace once again. Thinking about it, there was no way someone who had insisted he didn’t want to take life force would easily reveal such a method.

“When you were engraving the Black Scale on my back with your tongue, didn’t you feel anything?”

“...No.”

The suspicion that he had been tricked into more intimate contact faded as Choi Kanghu confidently questioned him, making Ryuseoha wonder if he was simply too insensitive to notice.