"Hmph... What was that? He set the whole mood and then..."

Im Yun-a's lips pushed out in a pout.

Jang Tae-san, whose way of talking had suddenly changed.

His eyes blazed as if he might devour her, and Im Yun-a shrank into herself.

Her bold plan to seduce him first had already evaporated.

Like a rabbit before a great tiger, she could barely breathe.

Jang Tae-san had poured wine into a big bowl and gulped down several bowls (?).

Then he'd suddenly unbuttoned his shirt and started painting half naked.

Im Yun-a could hardly say a word to Jang Tae-san, who'd turned into someone else.

Blazing energy rose like smoke from his whole body.

And so the painting had begun.

"Really... who'd ever believe it? That all these paintings were done in a single night..."

Im Yun-a looked at the ink paintings spread across the floor and shook her head.

Even at a glance, they were masterpieces.

Even people who had no idea how to appreciate Eastern painting would be deeply moved standing in front of them.

The cat stalking a dove in a tree was so alive it looked ready to spring up and lash out with its claws any second.

Its youthful energy didn't just overflow; it burst out.

Im Yun-a's gaze moved to another scroll, a painting of plum blossoms.

Over a thick branch, plum twigs reached out in strange shapes, bent under heaped snow as if they'd snap any moment.

Even so, you could feel a rugged, stubborn life force.

The plum's resilience, which never snaps easily, traveled through her eyes straight to her heart.

"Haaah..."

Im Yun-a let out a long sigh.

Just looking at the paintings, she felt she might be pulled into the scrolls.

Hours had already passed since the man left.

And she still hadn't been able to move.

Last night the man had left behind no fewer than ten paintings.

"So this one's the early work... the plum blossoms are the middle period... and the last one, the immortal, is the late style, huh?"

The early work had clearly been influenced…