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“As a fine arts student, you must know the male body well.” With a low mocking tone, the croquis book fell to the floor. His intense eyes bore into the woman in front of him. Her slender face turned pale like a blank canvas, then flushed red again. “What do you mean…” “Ms. Song Seorin, you don’t have the money to pay off your debt, right?” Unlike the frozen Seorin, Taejeong slowly examined her trembling face. His pale-colored eyes flickered like a candle in the wind. His slightly pouted lips, which could easily be gripped with one hand, and his chin both vibrated incessantly. “So let’s do this, then.” Taejeong, who had let out a brief laugh at the absurdity, lifted the bottle again. E...