Soo-Ah was still under the influence of the proposition made by Do-Yun and simpered at the thought. With all his good intentions, she knew why he was so forward. He wanted that primal and instinctive connection with her that only sexuality could weave. Soo-Ah softly huffed, unable to help the smile from slowly stretching her lips. All men were made of the same kind of dough.
Slowly treading over the fallen dry leaves and with her mind preoccupied with her thoughts, she did not see a pompous lady angrily approaching her. The violent tugging at her dress jolted Soo-Ah from her daydream.
