Summary
“Did you just stand the man there, lie him down quietly, and only draw him?” The man pointed at the drawing with his index finger and spoke. “You were spying on me, weren’t you?” Suyeon swore she had never once seen this man’s face before. At least, not in reality. Only in her dreams. Only in the fantastical dreams of the night. “How should I say this… it’s identical, even in the most private parts…” The man stepped closer to the painting, his words trailing off. *”R-really? So you’re saying… it’s that big down there? Do you… like drawing male nudes?”*