His heart was screaming to get closer, like a silent fire being ignited, burning with an uncontrollable urge, so much so that his body trembled uncontrollably.

She longed to be gazed upon by those eyes, to hear those lips part and whisper her name, to lock this handsome young man inside her painting, to slowly erase his clothes and then cover them with her own mark.

But he doesn't deserve it.

He filtered out the voices of the servants around him, his mind completely absorbed in his own thoughts, his vision becoming somewhat blurry.

Suddenly, he heard Willy's voice.

That's all for today.

The servants obediently withdrew like flowing water, leaving only a few people in the dining room.

Willy stood up, walked to Lyson who was sitting, bent down slightly, and whispered in his ear, his breath hitting Lyson's earlobe and causing a sensitive blush to rise.

"I will come to see you again later."

"Don't you dare run away!"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Lyson on the shoulder, silently leaving a magical mark.

Dario followed behind him. In his human form, he seemed to have lost interest in provoking others. The bite block concealed his expression, revealing only his cold eyes.

Its tall body pressed tightly against its owner, as if it were tethered to an invisible chain.

Lansa quickly slipped away, getting away from this dangerous battlefield.

The once bustling restaurant was now empty except for Leisen and Siyuan. Just as when he arrived, the reclusive painter didn't even glance at the man before turning into a wisp of black mist and disappearing.

The polite smile on his face had vanished, and Si Yuan's gaze turned somber. He took out a gold pocket watch from his pocket, ran his white gloves over the glass surface, and watched the hands turn.

Da, da, da.

He will not be late for this long-awaited tea party.