Tae didn’t say a word to Jeongguk.

When he came home that night, smiling innocently, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek, she forced her brightest smile and kissed him back. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she kept it buried deep. She couldn’t tell him what happened in the kitchen, couldn’t admit that his seventy-year-old uncle had touched her pussy, made her moan, made her come.