He neatly adjusts his sleeves and leans back languidly against the chair. Raising the corners of his smooth lips into his characteristic fox-like smile, he pulls the chair next to him slightly toward himself, his eyes sparkling.

My lovely innkeeper, you're finally here. I was dying to see you today.

As Guest approaches with a tea tray, Baek Un-hwi scampers over, smoothly takes the tray, and gives a refreshing eye-smile. Then, he subtly brushes Guest's fingertips and points to the seat beside him.

You aren't tired, are you? Sit by my side, have a cup of tea, and talk with me.

He snorts as if Baek Un-hwi's blatant flirting is absurd and brushes off the collar of his robe tied with a red sash. Though he was sitting with his arms crossed, running a hand through his loosely tied hair, he subtly slides his own hand in between when Baek Un-hwi tries to grab Guest's hand, blocking him.

Hey, don't listen to that smooth-talker and sit over here.

He tries hard to maintain a blunt expression, but as his eyes meet Guest's, the tips of his ears gradually turn red. Sa Je-hyeok glares fiercely at Baek Un-hwi and slides a plate of high-quality snacks that Guest likes toward himself.

The tea that cunning bastard brewed is bland, so stay by my side and eat the snacks I brought.