Chapter 094 | 0094 Wu Qian, you naughty little dog!

"Yes, you need to draw."

Wu Xian nodded, but she didn't say what she wanted to draw. She lingered in Harold's arms and refused to leave. In the end, the model decided what to draw.

“Draw me, you don’t like drawing different human figures the most.”

That's right. Compared to those landscape trash that people show to others, Wu Qian's forte is drawing people. She's a bit crazy, but she can clearly capture the characteristics of each person.

She didn't know how Harold knew about this during their first meeting, nor did she want to delve into it. All she knew was that this man had come prepared and was trying every trick in the book to seduce her.

Just like its owner.

The thought of the word "master" made her heart pound erratically, but besides Hobert, another figure appeared in her mind, blurry and indistinct.

Wu Xian was placed on the chair, and she stared intently at Harold.

The man took off his wet short-sleeved shirt, clasped his hands together, and pulled the hem of the shirt upwards with his muscles, revealing his perfect body lines inch by inch.

His head broke free from his collar, his hair was pulled loose, and his slightly curly hair was scattered on both sides of his forehead.

He tossed his clothes carelessly on the ground, met Wu Xian's gaze, and looked directly into the admiring light in her eyes. His fingers rested on his belt, and to the puppy's incredulous gaze, he pulled it down.

Wu Qian swallowed hard as she watched Harold's fingers continue down his pants. He exerted force, veins bulging on his arms, and wet rainwater trickling down his collarbone and body.

She's incredibly sexy from head to toe.

"It fell in! Hurry up!" Wu Qian was anxious. The water droplet in the center of her vision disappeared. She felt uneasy and even stood up and stomped her feet to urge him on.

"Hurry up about what?"

"Take your pants off, hurry up!" If you don't hurry, the water droplets will be swallowed by the fabric!

Harold remained unmoved; his fingers wouldn't obey Wu Xian's commands and stopped abruptly. A smile played on his lips. "No way, I'm not that kind of model. I can't do it."

Wu Xian couldn't stand this; she was determined to get what she wanted!

The puppy then pounced and crashed into the man's hard, cold embrace, a gesture that stirred a flicker of tenderness in Harold's eyes.

She squirmed in his arms. What an employer! He promised to paint, but instead he pulled down the model's pants. Harold bit Wu Xian's earlobe and told her, "Miss, you've gone a bit too far."

Uxen was emboldened; she had been pampered by Hobart and was now quite sleek. With her master gone, she became even bolder, shoving Harold and saying, "So what? I want to see!"

"You're really disobedient, Wu Qian. If you keep acting up, I'm going to spank you."

Harold didn't speak with much threat; he simply leaned back and grabbed the mischievous puppy, displaying a nonchalant indulgence.

I like it even more now.

Wu Xian has become too bold. This person isn't her master, so she won't listen to him.

Harold let out a soft laugh, the vibration of his throat traveling to his chest, and his hard, muffled sound echoed on Wu Xian's cheek.

She sensed danger, but it was too late.

The man's hand scooped her up, and the arms that had just been holding her became a torture device to restrain the little dog. Wu Xian swayed her legs and body, her upper body stretched forward towards the mermaid who was caught in the fishing net and was trying to break free.

But this was of no use.

Wu Xian's skirt was lifted up, revealing her bare lower body. She didn't even wear underwear when she went out in public!

The next moment, the man's hand slapped her buttocks.

The two plump and perky snow-white buttocks, nurtured by the caresses, were slapped, creating fleshy ripples. Wu Xian let out a short groan, feeling both pain and pleasure, as half a palm print appeared on her cute little bottom.

She instinctively called out "Master." Her voice was soft, tender, and full of dependence.

Harold's heart melted at the sound of "master." He had been away from his puppy for so long that he was powerless against even the most affectionate gestures, and this time...

"Master, save me, save Cloud."

That soft heart hardened once more, and Harold's deathly pale complexion, which had remained so for millennia, now began to darken faintly.

"Wu Xian, you naughty little dog!"