Shekh slapped him, grabbed Shi Jin by the neck, and forced him down onto the bed behind him.

"A riddle teller doesn't deserve a wife."

Guess, guess, guess until you're dead, that bastard who doesn't speak human language.

Shi Jinzhe feigned surrender, saying, "I'll draw it for you, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"real?"

"Absolutely true, believe me."

Shekh released his grip, giving him a haughty glance. "If you don't look good, I'll drain you dry."

“This is a bit difficult.” Shi Jinzhe put away the necklace that had fallen by the bed and answered Shehe’s questioning gaze, “I can absorb energy as long as I’m alive; it’s a passive skill.”

"But that doesn't mean you've become any better at fighting."

“It depends on who you’re comparing yourself to.” He gestured for her to come. “My dear wife, come on.”

"If you don't draw well, I'll bite you."

"You can bite me to death if you want."

Shekh didn't believe his nonsense, but still lay down on his side. "What do I need to do?"

Shi Jin rummaged through the paper bag on the table looking for paint, and upon hearing this, responded, "Take it off, lie flat, take it off the same way you would take mine off."

The rustling sound of fabric coming from behind him prompted Shekh to ask, "Should I wear a necklace?"

"…Need not."

He doesn't paint the Titanic.

“But I’ve already worn them all.” Shekh rested his head on the thick pillow, his shoulders sinking into it.

She's lying comfortably, and you can tell the pillow is very comfortable. If you only look at her shoulders and above, this scene would be perfect for a bedding advertisement for a home textile brand.

Shi Jinzhe picked up the paint box and turned around to see this very peaceful scene.

Schech noticed that he only had paints and brushes in his hands and asked in surprise, "Don't you need paper?"

But soon, her expression changed. "Are you trying to draw on me?"

Just as Shi Jinzhe was about to say yes, she heard her say with certainty, "I know, this is a painted skin."

"...Would you like some fruit, or some milk candy?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Have something to eat." Let's avoid saying anything that spoils the mood.

Shi Jinzhe stuffed a piece of milk candy into her mouth and said, "Lie down and don't talk."

"Why can't I speak? Don't you like listening to me talk?"

"Because speaking causes my chest to vibrate, which affects my performance, and if my performance is affected, it will affect the final result. If the final result is not good, you will blame me. Therefore, I have to be very careful when drawing for you, so I need your cooperation."

Shekh pursed his lips and remained silent.

Shi Jinzhe turned the bedside lamp to its maximum setting, brushed aside her hair, dipped his brush in paint, and began to paint.

I used black, a very intense color, and started painting from the shoulders.

It was a snake clinging to Shekh's body.

Starting from the shoulder area, the snake's head rests on its chest, its body wraps around the pubic bone, and its tail coils around a thigh.

Sher tentatively touched the dried paint with her fingertips, and the painting was quite realistic, as if a black snake had slithered across her heart.

No wonder he was able to draw the cars in the dungeon so well back then; it turns out Shi Jinzhe really knows how.

Did you have to learn all of these things before?

"I learn whenever I have free time. In the past, when I took art appreciation classes, no matter how much theory I learned, it was not as good as hands-on experience. Many things may not be useful, but having this skill can be a great help when needed."

Shi Jinzhe had switched to a finer brush, using gray to refine the snake's body. When he spoke, he didn't raise his head, his hands didn't tremble, and his breathing was even more steady than the rise and fall of Sher's belly. He focused solely on depicting that snake scale.

"The first time I went out to talk business with someone alone, the other party was a client who really liked collecting art. I was lucky that I could answer fluently about every school of painting, every artist, and every painting he mentioned. So at that time, I communicated with the attitude of asking a friend for advice rather than talking business. That way, even if we didn't close the deal, we still made a good impression and there would be further opportunities in the future."

"Did it work?" Sheh noticed that Shi Jin's hair was hanging down and obstructing his vision, so she helped him straighten it back.

"Of course, the other party liked me very much. Later, I went to learn jewelry appraisal. He saw that I learned so quickly and thought I had a bright future, so he gave me my first investment and helped me gather a group of world-class artists to hold an art appreciation event in the Cheng family's hotel, which was losing so much money that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize it. After that, that hotel became a place that all kinds of people had to stay in in order to show off their style."

When Shi Jinzhe talked about this, he sighed a bit, "That's how people are. Besides domestic celebrities, foreign celebrities also come here for so-called art education. In reality, it's just that there are more artworks in the corridors and rooms."

Is it genuine?

“Partly yes.” Shi Jinzhe looked up and wiped his hands. “Going there to judge which one is genuine is also part of their fun.”

“Okay.” Shekh didn’t understand what he meant. “It’s like you’re just ripping off rich people.”

"Rich people like to be ripped off. Otherwise, what is the purpose of making money? The purpose of making money is to buy status, position, to be different, and to be unique."

Shekh rolled his eyes; so that's how it is.

Her goal of only owning a castle and a high-speed rail is too small; she should aim for something bigger.

What should we change it to?

Shekh never imagined that she wouldn't make money; all she knew how to do was kill.

As the brush tip swept across her skin, her gaze fell upon the snake tail tattoo on her thigh.

"Times have come to an end, and I want to make money, but I don't know how."

"You can, you can eavesdrop on trade secrets."

"..."

Shekh raised his leg to kick, but was stopped halfway by him. "The paint on your leg isn't dry yet. If you move again, you'll smudge it."

Shi Jinzhe rearranged her position, bending Sheh's right leg to prevent paint from smearing onto other areas.

Schech: "How much longer will the paint need to dry?"

"It'll be soon, just wait a little longer."

"Tell me after you do it, and I'll kick you out."

"Then we can't do it."

"I can kick it now."

"You'll kick me so hard I'll go crazy," Shi Jinzhe accused her, continuing from the painting they had just seen.

He sat sideways on the edge of the bed, his upper body bent low, so that if Sheikh raised his bent leg, his knee would hit him.

The snake painted on the body is mostly finished; the oil paint shines under the light, making it look lifelike.

Out of respect for the fake snake, Shekh didn't actually lift his leg, but simply kept staring at Shi Jinzhe.

His eyes were fixed on the ink and brush, his energy completely focused. She was truly like a canvas, merely a medium for him to refine his artwork.

So serious.

Strangely charming.

Shekh asked, "Why don't you draw a tree or vines on me?"

"...Why would I draw myself on you? A self-portrait?"

"...But I'm not black either."

"Because I couldn't find purple pigment."

Unexpectedly, this was the reason. Shekh really wanted to kick him now, so he lifted him up without hesitation.

"Ouch, that hurts..."

Shi Jinzhe pressed down on his ribs, "The color of your tail evolves to a darker shade each time. I'll draw you whenever I see you. Black is always more suitable than pinkish-purple. Can you imagine having a pinkish-purple snake drawn on your body?"

Shi Jinzhe put down his paintbrush and paints, turned around and took out a pinkish-purple paint from the paper bag for her. It was highly saturated and had a golden shimmer.

"Look, it's incredibly bright."

Sheikh stared at the can of paint for a few seconds, then fiddled with his necklace. "I can give it a try."

So what if she was pinkish-purple when she was little?