Synopsis
Vivid with color, a man without any showed up in Neunghwari during the summer heat. "Are you a pe*vert?" Laughter burst out, uh, settling across Nagyung's forehead. She couldn't tell if he meant yes or no. That smile hanging there, neither here nor there, made her skin prickle. "A pe*vert?!" "No." "…" "I'm not a pe*vert." His voice low and right there in front of her carried something that felt almost tender. And then there was that heavy, refined cologne smell hitting the inside of her nose. So this was on him from the start. This man—odd and magnetic—he was…
