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... wasn't it? Cha Eui-jae retorted, stepping back with an awkward expression.

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"Leave...? What do you mean? You're the one speaking strangely. That's your house in the first place. I was the one out of place there."

"Why... haa."

Lee Sa-young crossed his arms and tilted his head. He let out a sigh, loud enough for Cha Eui-jae to hear. His fingers tapped his arms with a hint of anxiety.

"Where'd you sleep the past thr ...

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