Chapter 187 Shengsheng Museum and Memorial Hall

Revealing the man's broad shoulders, strong chest, eight-pack abs and mermaid line.

Further down, there are even more impactful body pictures!

Vivid and colorful.

"Ah!" Ning Fengsheng let out a short scream and clutched the edge of the bath towel on his chest as if he was scalded, as if this could prevent the statue from being exposed any further.

"What are you shouting for? The live version is right in front of you, you've seen it before." Nanchuan Shijue smiled evilly and raised his lips.

“…”

"Shengsheng, you once said I was big and thick... I've always wanted to ask you, what are those big and thick things?"

"Nanchuan Hereditary Lord, you have no shame!" Ning Fengsheng was filled with shame and indignation.

This man really has the ability to make her want to run away anytime and anywhere.

"Couple style." Nanchuan Shijue curled up the corners of his mouth, ignored her accusations, and even unfolded the bath towel in his hand in front of her.

Seeing the portrait on the towel hit the water and "dissolve the clothes" -

Ning Fengsheng quickly grabbed it and crumpled it into a ball.

Nanchuan Shijue had his towel snatched away from him, so he started to act like a spoiled brat: "How can I wipe myself if you've snatched my towel away? Do you want me to carry you out naked like this?"

"I don't care about you. I'll go out first." Ning Fengsheng turned around and was about to go out.

"Be careful, there's water on the ground. How can such noble feet touch the ground?!" Nanchuan Shijue grabbed a bath towel and wrapped himself in it, then hugged her around the waist before she left.

Ning Fengsheng pursed her lips and played with the large placket on his nightgown: "It's only a few steps... I'm not a porcelain doll, there's no need to be so cautious."

Nanchuan Shijue tightened his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head: "In my eyes, you are."

His voice was muffled, with a subtle nervousness, "When I first saw that tiny spot on the B-ultrasound... Ning Fengsheng, I was actually scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I can't take good care of you, I'm afraid something might happen to the child, I'm afraid...any accidents might happen, and I'm even more afraid that you'll leave me."

Ning Fengsheng looked up suddenly and saw the dark tide surging in his eyes.

No wonder he was so nervous that he was shaking all over and his heart was pounding...

Ning Fengsheng felt a pang in his chest and leaned his head on his shoulder: "Fool, why would we leave you?"

Because whenever he feels happy, misfortune is not far away...

"So you are not allowed to leave my sight for a moment. I want to ensure your absolute safety."

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere..."

"You're not allowed to do anything dangerous. Knowing you're pregnant, you're still flying, hanging gliding, and running around barefoot!"

This child is lucky, otherwise he would have been killed by her long ago.

Ning Fengsheng smiled awkwardly: "I'm really not that fragile..."

Nanchuan Shijue put her on the bed and used a hair dryer to make her hair fluffy and soft.

After he dried himself, Ning Fengsheng leaned against his chest and listened to him whisper his future plans in her ear: a starry sky ceiling in the baby's room, hiring a world-class photographer to take full-moon photos of the baby after it was born, and building a children's playground in the manor...

“Isn’t it too early to plan this now?”

"Ning Fengsheng, I want you to have the love I never had... I will treat you like my own child." He whispered, "What other children have, our child will not be any less."

She turned her head to look at him, and his eyes under his thick eyelashes were as gentle as the tide.

"What about you? Who will pamper you?"

Hearing this, Nanchuan Shijue hugged her tighter and rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

"Kiss me, kiss me more, and I'll be happy."

When he lowered his head, he saw her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips, and his throat suddenly felt tight.

"Shengsheng...why does everyone have a mouth, but yours is so sweet?"

Before Ning Fengsheng could react, the man had already kissed her.

The kiss was cautious and tentative, brushing against her lips.

When she put her hands around his neck, Nanchuan Shijue suddenly deepened the kiss, his breathing becoming hot: "Ning Fengsheng, I love you."

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

The night is quiet, and you can hear the chirping of insects in the manor and the rustling of wind through the century-old trees in the courtyard.

…

A month later, the traffic jam reached the Bund.

Ning Fengsheng's eyes were covered by a big hand. In the darkness, his other arm wrapped around her waist and led her forward.

This man is so mysterious and what is he doing again?

"We're here..." He suddenly stopped, "Are you ready to accept the surprise I have for you?"

The power covering the eyes suddenly disappeared.

Light rushed in, and Ning Fengsheng subconsciously squinted his eyes.

What lies before your eyes is a dazzlingly vast space, where ultimate luxury is displayed in an almost violent manner.

Transparent crystal chandeliers hang from the extremely high ceiling.

The four walls of the entire space are densely covered with picture frames.

It wasn't a priceless world-famous painting, but... her design manuscript.

Some of the sketch manuscripts have yellowed paper and even curled and worn edges.

Some are broken drawings that have been torn into pieces and then pieced together.

Some of the lines are childish or sloppy, they are the design ideas she scribbled on cheap sketchbooks during her student days.

A dress with an exaggerated hem; a sketch of a suit with a crooked neckline; even a draft with a few strokes so vague that the shape is unclear.

Each one is mounted in a platinum frame.

The edges of the yellowed pages were carefully covered with a layer of pure gold foil.

The sloppy draft collides with the ultimate dignity, creating a thrilling visual impact.

Ning Fengsheng's voice was extremely dry: "What is this place?"

"Shengsheng Memorial Museum." His breath was close at hand. "Your kingdom...is not open to the public."