Chapter 6

Liam actually had a cleanliness obsession. Because of this, he was very generous. During spring and autumn outings, he would buy snacks and distribute them to his friends, often one pack per person. Many people secretly said how good it was to be friends with Liam.

But since you discovered this, you had to make good use of it. As for how you discovered it?

You are a very wicked person. You've always known this.

You like to see him dirty. Sometimes you deliberately don't help him clean up.

At those times, he would use what little strength he had left, his slender white hands reaching through the golden bars, grabbing your pant leg.

Then, hoarsely begging you.

"Help me..."

The first time you were called back, you raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding his meaning.

"Help you what?"

"Help me... clean up..."

Your expression almost instantly darkened.

"What? You think it's dirty?"

"..."

He didn't know how to answer.

"I feel uncomfortable..."

He showed weakness.

It must be said.

If he had always spoken to you like this, you would definitely have treated him well.

But who knows? He only begs for mercy when he can't bear it anymore.

Tsk.