Summary
The Young Lady Wants to “Have” Her Bodyguard!
“Yehee. May I see you again?” Yehee only smiled at the man’s words, without replying. Turning away, she opened the hotel room door without looking back. Click— And standing in front of the open door was… “Looks like you’re pretty angry, my puppy.” With bloodshot eyes, as if he’d been standing guard like a shadow all night, her “puppy” stood there blankly in front of her.