He glanced at the pamphlet from Itrue.
There were dinosaurs and elephants.
Apparently they were all supposed to be friends of the Squibble.
‘What a joke.’
Most of them looked like they’d devour the little guy in a single bite.
Aside from the round, white bird, none of them were cute—or even borderline likable.
Wooheon picked up the old, grubby Squibble.
It was stained with Yueul’s scent and touch.
There was nothing technically different between the new plush and the old one—but Yueul had flat-out refused the replacement.
So Wooheon had sent a request to the cleaning service after some thought.
[While cleaning, please swap these two. If possible, leave a note saying it just looked a little dirty, so you gave it a wash.]
He’d included two photos in the request.
And sure enough, that very same day, Yueul had accepted the ‘washed’ plush without question.
He never realized it had been swapped.
“Dumb weasel.”
The plush was soft, pleasantly squishy in his hands.
