Drop by drop the water, spilled from the full-to-the-brim washbowl, was abundantly wetting the floor and SolHi’s barefoot feet. She was standing in front of the mirror at that moment, supporting her palms on the small edges of the ceramic washbowl in which the metallic faucet was giving went to all its breath, making the bathroom deafeningly resounding, this way.

The same water drops were spilling off SolHi’s face too, for she washed it for a long time, trying, this way, to chase the anxiety from her soul away, an anxiety that was felt more powerfully with each second, for despite the long walk next to DooSan when the cold of the night made both of them slightly tingle, she couldn’t calm down. And this started to be worse for her at the moment they passed by in front of a small photographic studio when she saw, in one of the windows displays, a family portrait of a mother with her daughter, and that photo reminded SolHi about the cruel night when SinHa had been found drowned.

***

„God, why are you so cruel to me?” SolHi told herself that night, after the quarrel with DooSan when he forced her to accept SinHa’s autopsy and she went to her favorite place on the rocks to watch the sea and to calm down this way.

„Aaa,” she screamed, barely heard, for when she tried to climb on the rocks, her foot slipped and she powerfully hit her right knee on one of them. Also, due to the fact that while falling her body had been powerfully pushed in front, her palms had been scratched, too, when she tried to break her fall. „Damn it!” she murmured and sat down on the same rock that injured her knee, watching her scratched and dirty palms. But she quickly recovered herself from that dizziness, feeling the pain in the knee, and this made her pull up the skirt of the hanbok and touched the wound with her dirty fingers, feeling that place wet, a hint that it was bleeding.

But SolHi didn’t anything to stop the bleeding. She just left the skirt to fall over it and deeply breathed in, trying this way to chase the wave of tears that suddenly rushed to the corner of her eyes away. But it happened not because of the pain felt in her knees or on the scratched palms, but it was because of the image of her mother, dead, on the sand, taken out of the water by the people she seemed to have hated so much while she was still alive.

„The same place that made me happy once and calmed me down so many times, is the same place where I lost you, mother. Comically, isn’t it?! I think it is, for this is the same place you’ve chosen to kill me, more than twenty years ago, pushing me off these rocks into that cold water, but which eventually became your grave and not mine. But… as comic it is as unfair, I feel it now, for, despite your old sins, I still want you by my side, mammy. Always.”

She supported her palm on the rock to stand up, listening to how the rip was lamenting her loss along with her. But SolHi shivered even more powerfully, for her palm, which she had used to support her body, didn’t feel the coldness of the rock, but something wet that seemed to be next to her, a kind of wet and cold skin of the rock.

But that something wet had nothing to do with that rock or with nature: it wasn’t either moss, grown up in the wild, or a leaf blown there by the wind, and neither that was the cold and slippery body of the rock - what her palm had touched seemed to be more like a glossy object, made from a material, well-known by the touch of her palm, something cold and that was bringing memories to her mind. „A photo!” she managed to murmur eventually and she squeezed that rectangular thing in her hand.

However, when she brought that photo in front of her eyes, SolHi didn’t manage to see what kind of photo that was. Even after she stood up and took a few steps back and forth she couldn’t see anything.

Suddenly, she spotted, from the corner of her eye, the beacon light that was illuminating the surroundings from the distance and whose slow movement showed signs of heading its seer eye toward her. That’s why SolHi rushed to climb those slippery rocks, abundantly wet by that summer shower that fell over those places not that long ago. But even if she injured, even more, her palms and legs from being inattentive while climbing, SolHi didn’t care: for her, it was something else more important - to see whose that photo was.

She managed to climb on those rocks right at the moment when the bright eye of the beacon light stopped for a few seconds over the place where she was. Thus, she could finally see what was in the photo she was squeezing in her hand. „It can’t be!” SolHi murmured, staring at the semi-blind image of the photo, for the beacon light had already started to move to the left, away from her. Yet, even if that photo seemed to be made from shadows, SolHi still could see what it was representing: „a photo of mine, since I was just a child!” she again murmured, shivering. „But… when did this happen?! When did they take this photo?!”

A strange fragment of her far away past came suddenly to her mind: it was already dusk when the fishing boat, on which SolHi, the twelve-year-old child, was working as the helper of the fishing men, came back to the shore. Stopped in the small port, the captain demanded his helpers to take the empty boxes to a sure place, for the sky was announcing a big storm. Also, he told SolHi to wash the bridge, and then she was free to go home. After that, he went somewhere, and, so soon, the other workers also vanished somewhere.

Being alone, SolHi had decided to finish what she had to do and also go home. But when she was about to climb the stairs to turn back on the deck to wash it, bearing a big cauldron, full to the brim with clean water, she dropped it, for being too big for her while SolHi was not only skinny, but she was also lacking power.

And that small failure made her eyes fill with tears and squat. And she stood like that for minutes in a row, holding her knees to her chest, while tears were wetting the ground, falling off her face. But it wasn’t the end, and neither she could give up. That’s why, when the sky madly roar because of the thunders and thunder lights, SolHi squeezed her fists, taking heart, and right away stood up. But she couldn’t take any step in front, feeling a hand grabbing her wrist and forcing her to watch back. So, she saw her mother standing only a step from her.

But that strange presence of her mother there amazed SolHi so much, for it wasn’t something SinHa usually did: neither she had ever been afraid that SolHi was somewhere outside, wandering the world with the sky madly raining around, and because of that she came there to take the girl home, nor did she come to the port to scold SolHi as she used to do. She just smiled at the girl, and, in a sweet voice, she told her: „let’s go! And quickly! There’s no time to waste!” and she dragged the girl after her.

„But, mother…,” the girl tried to oppose the idea of leaving the port. „I still have to wash the deck and then…”

„You’ll wash it after that… or, tomorrow,” SinHa mumbled, showing SolHi that she won’t allow her to stand against her idea of going somewhere.

But even if her mother seemed calm and sweet, SolHi shuddered, for each time SinHa was acting like that, something unpleasantly was happing to the girl.

The last time when her mother did something similar, about four months before that evening, she brought the girl to one of the bars in the village and forced her to serve at the tables, for SinHa, whose madness started to be each time more visible, gave herself up to drink and, because of this, she had a lot of debts. That’s why, to pay those debts, she had an agreement with the owner of the bar and brought the girl there. But even if there’s nothing opprobrious to serve at the tables, that wasn’t the place for a little girl, for it was well-known among the locals as being a bar where the owner, a woman about 35, along with a few of her waitresses, were rendering some kind of services to the men, and when she had that agreement with SinHa, she had in mind to use SolHi as a bait to bring more clients there.

And SinHa did this: at the drop of a hat, and the owner kept faith with her and erased her debts from her debt list. Namely this made SinHa think that she was so lucky in life and she didn’t even stop to think of whether what she did to SolHi was wrong or right. For her, it was more important to keep drinking and, while she hadn’t debts anymore, she could gather some more. And there was something more important there what made SinHa act like she did that she brought the girl to a bar like that: till that moment, SolHi had been who had paid the debts of her mother. But because SinHa wasn’t doing anything to make those debts be less, but she was accumulating more and more, the girl hadn’t enough force to handle with it alone. That’s why, selling her to a bar, was the best idea for getting rid not only of the girl but of the debts too.

However… even if SolHi thought that her mother was again taking her to the bar and that she’ll be again forced to serve the clients, whose hands were hungrily touching her skinny arms, her back, moving up and down on her small body, making her shudder each time she was called at one of the tables, SinHa took her daughter to the center of the village that night, where the mayor had called a photographer from the town because he had had that genius idea of having photos of all the locals.

Arrived on the spot, SolHi and SinHa stopped. „Beautiful isn’t it?!” SinHa asked her girl when both of them were only twenty meters away from that place, beautifully set up and powerfully illuminated with a lot of light bubbles, arranged in a few lines, above the camera, in horizontal lines.

„Yes,” SolHi murmured. „But… mother, why are we here?”

„Just to be like all normal people,” SinHa told the girl in a cheerful voice and dragged her behind her, for it was their turn to take the photo.

But… SinHa had refused to take a photo along with SolHi then. For some reason, she had denied that idea, and neither the other locals tried to make her change her mind.

„Smile!” the photographer said then, seeing that the girl was sitting on that chair as if she was a wooden doll, or as if she had been brought there to be beaten, and not to have later a beautiful memory.

But… how could a child, that couldn't understand what was really happening to her, smile?! How could a frozen child, that merely turned on the shore from the sea and who was wearing wet clothes, smile?! How could she smile when the wind started to powerfully blow around and she was feeling its harsh knife biting from her skin? For SinHa brought the child to that square from the center of the village straight from the shore and she didn't even bother to pass by home and to take some normal clothes for the girl. That is why that question about how could a hungry kid smile was so realistic, for SolHi really felt the big ogre of hunger inside her, leaving her powerless while she was squeezing her wet clothes with her small and purple because of the cold hands.

But God hadn’t completely forgotten her that night: the old Pan suddenly got closer to the photographer, whispered something in his ear, and that one just nodded yes. Then, old Pan got closer to SolHi, put his check shirt on her shoulders, a shirt made from a thick material with a lot of red and black on it. And… while he was rolling the sleeves of that ghost-shirt, so big for the poor child, and trying to make it look normal on that skinny body, the man stood on one knee in front of her and murmured: „SolHi, do you remember the day when we saw the dolphins playing in the water?! You know, there, after that big rock in the form of a God.”

„Aga,” the girl murmured.

„Then, you probably also remember how happy we’ve been all, smiling toothy, and you’ve also been so happy.”

„Mmm, I remember this,” the girl murmured, in a half a voice.

„Then, when that man will tell you again to smile, you have to remember about the day with the dolphins and smile like you did that day, especially when you see that bright light that will come out of the camera. Only after that, you can be you again. Did we agree?”

SolHi nodded yes, and the old Pan, who was about 50 at that moment, stood up and took a few steps back. But he still kept looking at her while the girl was doing the same, for old Pan was for the girl a model to be followed. So, old Pan put two fingers into his mouth, and pushing the corners of the lips to the sides, he sketched a weird smile on his face, right at the moment the photographer told the girl to smile. And she, amused by the strange smile on the old man’s face, looked at the camera and happily smiled.

That has probably been the first and maybe the last time when that poor child smiled, for, after that night, times again became harsh, SinHa started to change her attitude toward the girl more and more, chasing her out of the house, even when was raining heavily outside. And SolHi had no other choice than to sleep under the bridges, in cold and wet corners, and this made her completely forget about that night, with many lit lights above her head when a photographer had told her in a cheerful voice „smile! The bird is coming!” And she had also forgotten about the fact that SinHa had been once good to her, bringing her to the center of the village, to take a photo of her, and to be like the other normal people were.

„I forgot this moment!” SolHi murmured, holding the photo to the chest while the cold rip was touching the top of her toes, breaking into small, cold drops that were slowly slipping on the skin of her feet. „I’ve forgotten how to be happy is, mother, and, thanks to you, I have at least this beautiful memory about my childhood! The rest… is just a nightmare.”

After that, SolHi stood for a long on those rocks and there was where Kan, Iu Min, and DooSan found her, after midnight, for the three men came for her to go to the estate agency to transform the body of the woman that has been her worse nightmare, but who she also called „mother," into ashes.

***

„SolHi, what’s going on?” DooSan shouted, entering the bathroom and seeing the water on the floor.

Only then, did SolHi come to her senses, hearing his voice calling her name, and, watching the floor, she saw her feet bathed by the water that was flowing from the full-to-the-brim washbowl, and wetting the floor too.

„I thought that it was the seawater,” she said, barely heard, and DooSan looked thunderstruck at her.

„What? Sea water?” DooSan asked in a whisper.

„Aga. Just as when you found me at the rocks, holding my photo to the chest. But… DooSan, I don’t know why my photo was there. I can’t understand why…”

DooSan shuddered, understanding that the memories took again over her, forcing her to return to the past that she wanted to forget. So, it was necessary for his help there, to bring her back to the reality from which she wanted to escape.

„I… don’t know… why…,” she continued to mutter, staring into his eyes. „I think that… if I go again to….”

„Let’s first get out of here,” DooSan told her in a low voice, turning off the faucet. After that, he put an arm on her shoulders and slowly pushed her from behind to leave the bathroom.

Due to the fact that SolHi stood for long in the water, her slippers were well drenched and, when they went to the bed, she left wet marks on the floor. But… DooSan really didn't care about that because his barefoot feet were stepping over the same wet traces, leaving other wet ones over them because he also had contact with the wet floor in the bathroom. However, before lying SolHi on the bed, he took a towel and wiped her feet. Then, he covered her with the blanket, up to the shoulders, and, after that, he sat down on the bed, slowly tapping her arm with his palm to calm her down.

But this didn’t help SolHi to fall asleep or maybe she was trying all out not to fall asleep, for those memories that were returning to her and which she had forgotten for a long time, had been in fact the same that had forced her sleep for long after SinHa’s death or at least she had pretended to be asleep and trying thus to forget everything.

But… the memories are even more murderous than a sharp knife that cuts to the quick: that night, everything she lived in her past, everything that was only a nightmare, in fact, returned to her present while she was washing her face, and, namely the sound of the falling water into the washbowl reminded her about the waves hitting the rocks and bathing her feet.

„DooSan, how do you think, why that photo was there?” SolHi asked him eventually.

„What can I tell you?! Maybe your mother brought it there when she ran off Min SinJu’s men. But… while climbing on the rocks, she dropped it from her hand or out of her pocket, and it got to you this way.”

SolHi deeply breathed in, and her eyes filled once again with tears. „Do you also think that she fell into the water because of this? That she lost the photo and, trying to find it, bowed and fell off the rocks?”

„I’m not that sure about this, but probably not. Let’s not forget that you found the photo on the other side of the rocks while your mother died, drown. If she had bowed, looking for the photo, she would have probably done this on the other side of the rocks, and, instead of finding her in the water, we would have found her next to the rocks.”

„Maybe you’re right, but… I can’t explain this thing. And… neither I can understand why this photo has been so important for her. Much more important than I’ve been for my mother,” SolHi murmured, wiping stealthy her tears.

But DooSan saw this, saw her wiping the tears off her cheek with the palm. That’s why when SolHi tried to cover her hand with the blanket, he took her hand into his and dried it of tears by blowing warm air over it.

SolHi instead, feeling his hand so gently touching hers, watched him for a long time while her heart was slowly beating in her chest, calmly, feeling safe next to him. And namely this feeling of being safe made SolHi sat up in bed and hugged him, taking him by surprise.

But… after seconds of standing like this, she wrapped her arms around his neck while hiding her face with the material of his coat, and DooSan also dared to wrap his arms around her body, holding her to his chest. Then, one of his hands touched her head, caressing her hair.

„Everything will be just fine, SolHi. You’ll see this. And… even if this hurts you so much, you have to live with this. It’ll be easier, in time.”

„I know, but …there is no way I can’t think about this. There is no way I can’t ask questions about what really happened that night.”

„Then, invent those answers,” the man murmured.

Hearing his words, SolHi wanted to release her body from the trap of his arms, for the amazement that could be read in her glance made her slowly wince. But DooSan didn’t allow her to escape from his „sweet trap:” he held her even tighter to his chest and continued his thought - „not knowing something, it can hurt so bad and, looking for the answers, from those that aren’t anymore among us, can be a useless agony, SolHi. That’s why … simply tell yourself that she has been everything for you, that your mother loved you, even if only for a second before her death. That’ll make you feel better and will fill you with power. Trust me!”

„But, DooSan, even if it’s so, how lying myself will help me?”

„Then… allow me to lie to you,” DooSan told her, watching her. „I can at least do this for you, SolHi. Allow me to lie to you, to at least think that what I’m doing is for the right cause.”

SolHi said nothing instead: she kept staring at him while their hearts, hungry for strong feelings, for sincere feelings, were so hard beating in their chests, making the other one slowly wince, each time they were feeling those heartbeats so alive on their skin.

***

Stopped in front of the gym’s door, SolHi sniffed, seeing where actually DooSan brought her in the first hours of the morning, for even if she was already wearing sports clothes, she thought that they were going to participate in an operative or something. At least this was what DooSan told her before leaving the apartment: „take something easy on yourself. Preferably something you use while sporting. It’s coming something extremely important for us. That’s why you’ll need some freedom of moving.”

„Wha, you’re really amazing!” SolHi mumbled when DooSan got behind her, watching in the same direction as she was doing.

„Why?” he asked in amazement.

„Are you still asking this?! I can’t believe you made me be up with the lark just to drag me to the gym.”

„Not that early, anyway. It’s already 11 o’clock,” he said steadily, and, grabbing her hand, he forced her to follow him toward the treadmill. „And… when I told you about something easy to wear… I didn’t think that it’ll be that „easy,” he mumbled, referring to the fact that SolHi was wearing tent-breeches and a too short blue singlet, up to under the breasts, which was making her look so sexy.

Actually, wearing sexy clothes has been her idea, just to annoy him for bringing her to the gym, and even if she had a T-shirt too, she preferred to get rid of it while leaving the locker room.

„And… what did you exactly mean with „easy sports clothing?” I hope you didn’t think about me using a long dress like a nun while taking exercises,” SolHi hissed through the teeth, climbing on the treadmill.

„I’m not that old-fashioned, anyway. But… nor that modern. And… to be honest, I don’t think that it has been a good idea bringing you here,” he mumbled, watching around at all the men that were staring at her, slobbering.

But SolHi didn’t even pay attention to anything: neither to DooSan who was making a mountain out of a molehill nor to all those puppies that were gloating over her and slobbering as if she was a slice of damn well-cooked meat. She just focused her energy on setting that treadmill and started to walk on it at a slow step. „Why not?” she innocently asked. „Did you remember that they took the cage off only a few days ago and that you shouldn’t do any physical effort?”

„I sure did!” DooSan muttered sullenly, climbing on the next treadmill.

„Then?”

„I thought we’ll spend some nice time… together,” he again mumbled, „not that I’ll enter myself into the lions’cage.”

„Into the lions’cage?!” SolHi asked him in amazement. But when she looked around, she saw all those eagle glances focused on them. This, however, made her smile. „Aaaa, you were referring to this! And I thought that there was something more serious.”

„Something more serious?!” DooSan furiously hissed through his teeth. „Isn’t it enough for you that everybody takes your clothes off by glance? Has it to be something more serious than that?”

„Are you jealous now?”

„Me? Jealous? On them and… on you?”

„Aga!”

„Don’t blow smoke, SolHi. Even if I mentioned about your… easy clothing, it was just because I’m worried for you like … a colleague,” DooSan lied to her, for he really didn’t want to give himself away and that he could be jealous only because of such a small thing.

„Great then. Anyway… don’t worry because… those glances, aren’t bothering me at all. I’m used to them.”

„Of course, you’re used to. More after the show I’ve seen in the bathroom, a few months ago only,” DooSan mumbled.

SolHi only shrugged and started to run, not paying attention to the fact that DooSan was changing color, seeing those eagle glances focused on them.

***

„Detective Gi, that’s not detective Ian?” detective So told Gi, motioning with the head toward SolHi that was running on the treadmill while one of the men present in the gym was hovering around her.

To be noticed by SolHi, he was lifting weights, skipping, and drinking water while his eyes were looking at her well-made body, from top to toe.

Meanwhile, DooSan was next to the Cable Row Machine, with his back to SolHi, and, because of this, he didn’t notice the „fly” that was hovering around her.

„And prosecutor Han DooSan is just over there,” Gi and So heard detective’s Mo voice in the headphones, who was in the same gym, a few meters only from DooSan. „They look damn interesting! As if they are dating or something.”

„What seems to be is that Han DooSan is here to „defend” detective Ian of „flies,” but…”

„He is bringing his eggs to a bad market, for, to be honest, that „fly” will leave him soon without the girl,” detective So made a joke, a young woman about 27, who came there along with the two detectives to serve as a „bait” for someone. Instead of this, the „fly” seemed to have chosen SolHi as his target eventually.

„What I don’t like is that these two are here and that our „fly” doesn’t bite the bait,” Gi mumbled, frowning.

„Let’s change the bait then,” Mo said, winking at detective So, who furiously looked at him. „No offense, detective So, but you lost this game in front of Ian SolHi. That’s why, or we’ll change the bait, or… we give up! Your choice in this new game!”

„Just shut your mouth!” So hissed through her teeth and took the phone from the support on her arm.

Soon after hearing the ringtone of her phone, SolHi looked at the screen and she’s been so amazed to see that someone was calling her from a secret number. Yet, she has decided to answer the phone. „Hello!”

„Detective Ian, it’s me, detective So!”

SolHi turned off the treadmill, still staring at the phone’s screen. But when to turn and look through the gym, finding that phone call so weird, more with hearing detective So’s voice like an echo in her headphones, she has been stopped by the other young woman, who demanded her, barely heard: „don’t move! I mean, don’t give yourself away from that you’re talking to someone here present, for…”

Gi practically pulled the young detective’s phone from her hand and, clearing his throat, he told SolHi: „listen to me carefully, SolHi - I’ll be short in this!”

„Just as usual: three from one shot!” SolHi comically murmured, at all surprised to hear Gi’s voice, for Gi was known to be everywhere with the other two detectives, as a kind of a new Tom and Jerry team, but formed of three players instead of only two.

„Ha-ha, very funny, but no time for ironies right now. We need your help.”

„I also think so: that you need my help if you decided to give yourself away,” SolHi joked in a murmur and she smiled, for, turning her back to the treadmill and looking through the gym, she saw those three detectives in two different corners of the gym. But what was even more interesting was that the cross point of their espionage was that „fly” that was hovering around her for a while already, trying to seem „busy.” „But… it would have been even more helpful if you had told me to bring a fly net. It would have been easier and much more efficient than me as bait, don’t you think?”

„If that net had worked, I wouldn’t have used you as one,” Gi returned her the favor with another mockery. „Anyway, we’re not asking for a big deal. Just… try to act like you did till now, for… congratulations! You’re the next „target” of that idiot.”

„His next target?! Don’t tell me that…,” and SolHi pierced the „fly’s glance” with the eyes of a panther. But she right away changed her attitude and forced a smile. „I can’t believe that…”

„And you are perfectly right. He’s a „women’s buff.” To be honest, he targeted you right as you entered. But… I’m glad he chose you and not another normal woman. It would have been even more dangerous.”

„Dangerous?! Huh, I’m not that sure who’ll be in danger after I’m in this game,” SolHi said in mockery, getting off the line and forcing another smile while watching that man that was hovering around her.

„Ia, Ian SolHi, what the hell are you trying to… I can’t believe this! The little dwarf hung up the phone?! Right in my nose?!” Gi mumbled furiously.

„Don’t worry, detective, for as I know detective Ian, the afraid one in this hunting game should be the cat and not the mouse,” and Mo ironically grinned, whispering a „meow,” while his fingers, suddenly became „nails,” that scratched the air.

„Is this tempting you?” So teased him, making eyes at him and a kind of devilish smile was drawn on her face.

„Only if on your back,” Mo returned her the favor, a thing that annoyed So that much that she wanted to approach him and start a fight. However, she stopped, seeing Gi growling in front of her.

„Finish this stupid quarrel of two annoyed pigeons right away or I swear that I’ll close you both in the same room for months and, after that, you’ll be able to do whatever your devilish mind can plan.”

And, after teaching his pupils some manners, Gi sat down at one of the Flat Benches and, taking two heavyweights in his hands, he started to work his biceps. But he was still keeping an eye on SolHi, who, after making sure that the „fly” won’t change his honey pot, released her hair, leaving it fell on her back. Then, with slow movements, she started to gather it into a ponytail.

Only then did DooSan spot her movements and the water spilled out of his mouth on his chin, for he was drinking when he saw her. But he right away came to his senses and, wiping his lips and his chin with quick movements, he hissed through his teeth: „what the hell is she planning now?! This woman has for sure lost her mind!” He even started to growl something unpleasant, staring at the men from around SolHi, who weren’t losing any of her sexy movements.

However, a text message calmed him down and impede him to get closer to SolHi. „This is detective Gi! Prosecutor Han, please, stay out of this! It was me who asked detective Ian for help! The target is at 2 o’clock!”

Reading the message, DooSan happily smiled, and, looking in the same direction Gi had talked about in his message, he also saw the „fly.” Then, grinning satisfied, DooSan mumbled: „At least is good that she didn’t lose her mind. Otherwise… I would have broken her neck because I’m not that modern to allow my woman to act up as she wants with me here.” But he right away kept silent and cleared his voice when the „fly” passed by in front of him, heading toward the place where SolHi was preparing to squat with a Barbell on her shoulders.

And SolHi knew very well how sexy she could be when she wanted that. That’s why, she slowly bent to hold the Barbell, a bow that made the other men bend at the same time with her, and the „fly” rushed toward her and touched her hand, just by chance. But it wasn’t that „by chance” that touch, for he right away squatted in front of her and smiled at her when SolHi raised her glance and stared into his, waiting for what „good news” he’ll tell her.

„I think that it is too heavy for you, miss. Even if you have an enviable body, I’ll suggest you not lift that much.”

His dare gave SolHi the perfect chance to talk to him. „Why not? I think that I can handle this, with a little help from you, of course,” and, lowering a little bit her eyes, „ashamed,” SolHi bit her lower lip.

„Wow, and I thought she was the innocent lamb,” DooSan mumbled. „She never allowed herself such play with me, and this we are living together for how many months already. But to this one… she makes goo-goo eyes at him. Ah, Ian SolHi, I’ll put my paw on you after getting out of here,” and he suddenly threw the towel to the floor, the one she had used to wipe the abundant sweat off his face and off his neck, beads of sweat that had actually nothing to do with the lifting of the weights.

But even if DooSan tried not to show his nervosity so openly, SolHi noticed it eventually, and this sketched a large smile on her face, a smile that had been actually spotted by the „fly” too, who thought that it was for him.

„You have such a beautiful smile,” he said with feigned astonishment. „Right up my alley.”

„It couldn't be more mundane,” SolHi murmured to herself. „If you think you wore me out, you are so wrong, buddy. You still have a lot to learn,” but she said loudly „do you think so?”

„Absolutely!” the young man rushed to „ensure” her that he wasn’t lying.

„Yet, you didn't answer if you are going to help me lift these weights,” SolHi murmured, again lowering her glance and trying to seem flattered because of his smile, glances, and… of the rest.

„I say we can spend our time with more pleasant things than the lifting of weights,” and he dared to take her hand in his and kiss it for long, a kiss that practically burnt DooSan's soles who, in the end, spilled all the water from the bottle over his head, trying to cool himself down.

SolHi instead didn’t get her tail down: she innocently smiled, and, after she had decided that it was enough for smiling, she coquettishly looked at the „fly.”

„To spend our time on more pleasant things! Like?”

The „fly” instead preferred to finish his „hunting” when he spotted the others’glances focused on them: „what about giving me your number and when I call you, I’ll offer you more details about this?” and he gave her his phone.

„No doubt about this,” SolHi thought to herself and quickly wrote her phone number. Then, she handed the phone to the guy, again smiling: „Absolutely… I’ll be in touch, to catch you… at the phone. But… I just hope you aren’t that kind of guy that forgets his promises.”

He said nothing instead: he just smiled once again, kissed her hand, and rushed to leave the gym, for he finally spotted Gi, who seemed familiar to him. So, he has decided not to waste his time there anymore and to skip out of there, as soon as possible.

However, even if the „fly” flew away, SolHi decided that it wasn’t yet the time to end her representation or to get closer to Doosan, for she knew, from her own experience, that that kind of „fly” wasn't generally going somewhere alone and if that one gave himself away, then there was someone else there to tell the others about the failure. That’s why SolHi thought that it’ll be a good idea to catch two bunnies in one shot, if there was someone else left behind by the „fly” in the gym, to spy on her.

But there wasn’t only one fly there, but … an entire swarm, and, spotting another guy that was keeping his eyes on him while holding a 5kg weight in his hand, that was somehow hanging in the air and threatening to fall over his „sensible parts of his body,” SolHi got closer to him, without taking her eyes from him.

Namely that insistent glance of her made the guy blush, more when SolHi bent in front of him, and the poor man saw a half of her beautiful breasts and… he swallowed hard eventually when SolHi’s hand touched the weight, pushing it further of the dangerous zone. Then, she told him in an alluring whisper: „baby, be careful with the heavyweights. Not the other, but… you can remain without a hair if you keep staring after miniskirts while holding such things in your hand.” After that, she slowly tapped on his shoulder and went away to continue what she was doing.

Witnessing such a representation, DooSan slapped his forehead, mumbling: „ah, Han DooSan, remember to never give yourself in front of her. Otherwise… you’ll walk the plank like the other one,” and he allowed himself fell on the chair, with a loud „pfff” hissed through his teeth. SolHi instead was too far from him to hear him, and this meant that DooSan’s ego was safe.