Chapter 38 I want to see you jealous...

"Ning Fengsheng, you are not allowed to draw other men!" Nanchuan Shijue's annoyed voice revealed his jealousy.

"You and Lin Leixi are inseparable all day long, so clingy, what right do you have to tell me who I draw?" Ning Fengsheng's voice turned cold. "People like you are so dirty."

The word "dirty" instantly pierced through all the disguises of Nanchuan Shijue.

His movements suddenly froze, and the emotions surging in his eyes seemed to be taken away in an instant, leaving only a dead and desolate scene.

"You think about palace dogs all day long, aren't you dirty?"

“…”

"In my arms, under me, all you can think about is that dog. Aren't you dirty?"

“…”

"Ning Fengsheng, you know how much I care about you, yet you dare to paint another man in my studio!" Nanchuan Shijue pulled the painting off the canvas and tore it into pieces in anger.

He wanted to burn down the studio. She had been hiding here all day, painting other men?

Ning Fengsheng looked at him, looking extremely angry, like a child who threw a tantrum when he couldn't get his candy.

"Ning Fengsheng—you know how to piss me off." He threw the crumpled drawing paper away fiercely, turned around and was about to leave. His tall figure looked a little lonely.

Ning Fengsheng's heart suddenly softened, remembering how Nanchuan Shijue had begged her to draw him a picture...

"……painting."

Just as Nanchuan Shijue was about to step out of the studio, Ning Fengsheng suddenly heard his own voice.

"real?"

"Um……"

He walked up to her, his expensive leather shoes crushing over the crumpled sketch paper on the floor.

A tall figure pressed down, leaning over to support the easel, the tip of his nose almost touching her trembling eyelashes.

Ning Fengsheng pursed his lips tightly, unconsciously holding his breath——

“Draw me more handsome than that dog.”

Ning Fengsheng: “…”

Ning Fengsheng: "Find a place to sit down. How can I paint like this?"

"You really want to draw me? You're not kidding me?" A hint of surprise flashed across Nanchuan Shijue's eyes, and he sneered, "Have you changed your personality?"

“…”

"Maybe they'll draw me as a pig or a donkey?"

He didn't believe she could paint well, but he still had a glimmer of hope.

"Are you going to paint or not? If not, get out." Ning Fengsheng straightened his neck, "Don't disturb me!"

Nanchuan Shijue loosened his tie and sank into the velvet sofa beside him, his long legs casually crossed, in a lazy and arrogant posture.

The nervous look in his eyes as he stared at her seemed to be asking: Am I handsome?

He seemed unconfident and adjusted it back and forth several times.

"Just hold one position and don't move."

Nanchuan Shijue: “…”

The studio finally became quiet.

Ning Fengsheng was painting, but her mind was thinking of the night when Nanchuan Shijue built this studio for her. He also sank into the sofa in the same position... holding her in his arms, pinching her slender waist with both hands, and pressing his tongue between her lips and teeth.

He said he wanted to draw a nude picture of the two of them.

But he didn't allow anyone to see her body...

So he set up a camera and recorded the whole process...

He used his sharp eyes to capture hundreds of beautiful pictures, and then picked out one of them to copy with his own hands.

Ning Fengsheng had only seen that painting once.

Aesthetic, erotic, domineering, and fanatical.

Ning Fengsheng blushed and his blood boiled at the sight of her.

"You are beautiful... Shengsheng."

"Are you a pervert, Nanchuan Shijue? Why would you draw... something like this?"

“Beautiful things are always fleeting, so of course I have to capture and preserve them.

Whenever you want to read it, you can take it out and read it.”

"You have to take it out and look at it anytime!"

"I wish I could hang it above my bed!"

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were bloodshot as he pressed her down and wrapped her tightly around him: "I'll remind you every day who your man is and whose woman you are."

However, because the servants often entered the room to clean, Nanchuan Shijue never hung the painting up and kept it in collection.

He is so narrow-minded, how could he bear to be spied on by anyone?

Luckily he didn't hang up...

Ning Fengsheng painted very seriously, meeting Nanchuan Shijue's eyes countless times - his gaze moved back and forth along her eyebrows.

Those deep black eyes were like the abyss of the sea under the night sky.

His gaze is always so bold and fanatical.

Ning Fengsheng thought of the painting and was stared at by Nanchuan Shijue in that way, and her cheeks turned red.

She lowered her head unnaturally and avoided his gaze.

"Why, you don't need to observe your reference?"

Nanchuan Shijue was very dissatisfied with her averting his gaze.

"I'm sure..."

"lie!"

Nanchuan Shijue sneered, "How can you draw me well without careful observation?"

When he painted her, he studied every part of her body, including her most beautiful expressions and eyes...

He was more familiar with her body than she was.

Of course, it was limited to her body... Her soul was sealed by her, and he couldn't enter or see it.

He might never be able to find out what her soul looks like in his lifetime!

"It's normal that you can't draw well... After all, you can't even keep your child."

Ning Fengsheng's hand trembled slightly, and the paint on the brush dripped onto the oil painting "Nanchuan Shijue"...

Does he have to be so mean-spirited?

"Don't look at me like that." Nanchuan Shijue's voice was hoarse. "Miss Ning, you look like you're about to cry, like I'm bullying you."

She didn't like him always reminding her of the child she had taken away...

"Should the neckline be lower?"

Nanchuan Shijue unbuttoned three buttons and said, "Draw this scar in as well."

"Stop talking, shut up." Ning Fengsheng gritted his teeth and really wanted to sew his mouth shut.

The night wind rustled, and Nanchuan Shijue remained in the same position for a long time, letting her draw him. His interested eyes, like a cheetah staring at its prey, locked onto her little face all night long without moving away for even a moment...

Ning Fengsheng seemed to be stared at by two huge searchlights!

Few people can resist the gaze of Nanchuan Shijue...

Was it her illusion? That look was sometimes filled with lingering, affectionate, and endless love.

Sometimes it is like the magma surging at the bottom of a volcano, erupting with a certain kind of hatred.

Ning Fengsheng's palms were sweaty and his back was also soaked with sweat.

He... seemed to want to swallow her whole.

Ning Fengsheng's voice was slightly hoarse: "It's finished. Do you think there are any details that need to be adjusted?"

Nanchuan Shijue withdrew his dark gaze and stood up and walked over.

He thought Ning Fengsheng was just drawing casually to please him, or maybe he didn't draw him at all...

But when he saw the painting, his heart skipped a beat.

Her paintings are very vivid. They are not just simple paintings. The characters are layered and full of emotions.

She caught the conflicted look in his eyes and the expression on his face!

The characters in this painting are full of resentment, unwillingness, violence... and deep affection.

It seemed alive, like a mirror, and another "Nanchuan Spyker" was about to walk out of the painting.