Monica’s Extreme Counterattack, a Struggle Between Life and Death

He finally let go of Monica.

"Ah!" screamed Monica as she stood up to leave.

The young hunk was shocked to see her hair hanging on the buttons of his open white shirt.

"Don't move. Your hair is tangled in my clothes," the young man said quickly.

 "F*ck. Hurry up and get me off."

 "Don't be anxious." The young hunk aided her.

It did not help that Monica was afraid of pain. Just a slight pull and she would cry out. So, during the process of the two of them pushing and pulling, they had gotten even more tangled up than before. 

The two of them stood at the door, "flirting" for a long time until someone walked past them. 

As the door was open, the man could see them in their entangled state. He glanced at them and walked past without a word.

Monica's heart tightened. She did not expect to meet Finn in such a place. What was he doing here?

 "Done." The young hunk had finally untangled her hair.