Their tongues intertwined, their breaths calling out to each other.

There was a faint mint taste on his lips, and his broad body wrapped around her completely, preventing her from dodging.

There was a faint blush at the corners of Yun Yuan's eyes, and his breathing became rapid. Si Yechen lowered his head and stared at him, his dark pupils showing no sign of hiding his strong desire.

After a long while, Yun Yuan murmured, "Not here."

The two entered the bedroom, and in this hot afternoon, their passion burned like a flame. They did not rush to the hospital until six o'clock in the evening.

Once he started having sex, Si Yechen pestered her every day. Not only did he want her to blossom under him, he also wanted her to live under his pen.

In the studio, a stunning beauty lies on the sofa with her limbs stretched out, her posture bold and heroic. Soft beams of light shine on her body, casting a golden hue on her. She closes her eyes tightly, as if asleep (cough, refer to Balthus's "Room", the author is very pure).

Si Yechen breathed deeply, his eyes filled with ink. He found that he couldn't finish the painting calmly.

"You..." Yun Yuan opened her eyes.

"Don't move, maintain this position."

A train whirred by, only to be kicked away by the auditor.

After seven days, Si Yechen finally finished the painting. He put it in a safe and didn't intend to let anyone see it.

Yun Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and could finally take a break.

Si Yechen cleared his throat and said, "Let's recreate 'The Origin of the World'. I'd appreciate it if Yuanyuan could continue to be my model."

When seeing the painting, Yun Yuan: "..."