Wen Yu's words made Lin Yuzhi stiffen for a moment, but he quickly relaxed.

He looked at the brush in Wen Yu's hand and suddenly wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Wen Yu's fingertips tapped on the pen, staring at Lin Yuzhi leisurely, as if waiting for his reaction.

Lin Yuzhi was silent for a moment, then he slowly moved his eyes upwards and landed on Wen Yu's face. He asked her seriously and with a hint of hesitation: "Princess...are you going to paint on me?"

"No, I want to practice controlling the brush. This brush keeps shaking in my hand... Prime Minister, please teach me how to control the brush steadily and well."

As Wen Yu spoke, her eyes fell on Lin Yuzhi's collar, as if she had stripped his clothes off completely with just her gaze.

Facing this gaze that seemed real, Lin Yuzhi's whole body couldn't help but tense up.

His eyes moved slightly: "How to teach?"

Wen Yu raised her eyebrows: "Prime Minister, do you agree?"

Without waiting for Lin Yuzhi's answer, Wen Yu walked around the table, pushed him down on the chair, and pressed his shoulders with both hands.

With Lin Yuzhi's skills, he could clearly resist, but at this moment he was like a powerless child, being pushed down on the chair, looking up at Wen Yu.

"Princess……?"

But Wen Yu ignored him and only asked, "Do you have any wine?"

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

As if remembering the last time he was drunk, Lin Yuzhi's voice was a little hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat: "Princess, how much do you want?"

"What do you think?"

The Prime Minister's Mansion was also very efficient. The wine was quickly delivered to the door of the studio and was finally brought in by Liuchun.

Ten pots of wine in total.

After Liuchun put it down, his face looked extremely calm, but he was muttering to himself.

Mr. Prime Minister, is this going to rise?

Wen Yu saw the ten pots of wine and laughed out loud: "With so much wine, how long will it take for me to paint on you?"

Lin Yuzhi understood Wen Yu's meaning after hearing this: "Princess, do you want to use wine instead of ink? I think..."

"What did you think? You thought I was going to force you to drink again?"

“…”

Wen Yu picked up the brush and dipped it in the wine. The tip of the brush soon became moist, revealing a lingering aroma of wine.

"Mr. Prime Minister, as a teacher, you can't get drunk..."

Wen Yu used the pen to lift Lin Yuzhi's chin, then slid it all the way down, past his Adam's apple, and adjusted his collar.

Lin Yuzhi's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably with Wen Yu's movements.

But because the belt was tied tightly, the clothes could not be torn open with just the pen.

Wen Yu stopped fiddling with it, slowly lowered her eyes, stared at his belt, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Lin Yuzhi had been staring at Wen Yu and naturally caught her expression.

The next second, Lin Yuzhi's slender fingertips took the initiative to untie the belt, and the collar suddenly loosened a little, revealing a small part of the chest.

Wen Yu tapped his chest with the pen and praised him generously: "Teacher Lin, you did a good job."

Then he simply opened the collar completely to reveal everything.

Lin Yuzhi: ...

The armchair was very spacious, and even when Lin Yuzhi leaned on it, there was still some space left.

Wen Yu sat sideways on the armrest, looking down at him with a serious tone, as if she was really talking about some teaching topic.

"Teacher Lin, the teaching time is up. I want to practice pen control. Where should I start?"

Lin Yuzhi: ...

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and no one knew what he was thinking.

But when he raised his eyes again, his eyes flickered slightly, as if releasing the extremely suppressed emotions in his heart, and he said in a deep voice: "I am here to teach the princess."

As Lin Yuzhi spoke, he took the initiative to hold Wen Yu's wrist and rubbed it: "Wrist flexibility is very important when controlling the pen."

As he spoke, his palm slowly moved down and wrapped around Wen Yu's hand holding the pen. His palm was very hot, like a ball of burning fire.

"When holding a pen, you must maintain the correct posture. Hold the pen tube with the pulp of your thumb and index finger. Keep the back of your fingers naturally straight, relax your base of the thumb, and use the first and second knuckles of your middle finger to push the pen outwards. Then, use your thumb and index finger to hold the pen. This is the most stable way to hold the pen. Hmm, the princess's pen-holding posture is very correct..."

"Oh~ Teacher Lin is very professional~"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuzhi exerted a little force on the hand he was holding and pulled Wen Yu over to sit on his lap. He then put his other hand around her waist to make sure she wouldn't fall.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't surprised by Lin Yuzhi's sudden action. Wen Yu blinked and said, "Are you really that brave? Or have you lifted some mysterious seal?"

Lin Yuzhi's eyes moved: "In addition to the brush, rice paper and ink may also have an impact."

"The pen is in the princess's hands. The ink is replaced with fine wine. The paper is chosen by the princess herself... This humble servant's body..."

Lin Yuzhi opened his chest wide and stared at Wen Yu. There was a ripple in his cold eyes, which was inexplicably alluring.

But there was still a hint of immature clumsiness in her seduction, and it was obvious that it was the first time she had done such a thing.

"Princess... let's do the simplest line exercises first."

Wen Yu looked at him and raised her lips with interest: "Okay, I'll listen to Teacher Lin. What kind of line exercises?"

"Practice straight lines first... Princess, draw straight lines on my body from left to right, from top to bottom, slowly, and try to keep the lines stable and straight..."

Lin Yuzhi spoke hoarsely while holding Wen Yu's hand and placing the tip of the pen on the middle of his chest: "Pay attention to the stability of your wrist and the evenness of the force..."

The numbing feeling brought by the cold wine and the soft pen tip made his breathing disordered and his eyes darkened.

"Princess, like this, you can practice short straight lines first, and then slowly lengthen them..."

Lin Yuzhi's hands were shaking a little. He took Wen Yu's hand and drew a vertical line of medium length on his chest.

He couldn't help but raise his neck, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Yu without any intent, and he couldn't help but let out a slight gasp.

"Teacher Lin, there is a vertical line between your chest muscles and your abdominal muscles..." Wen Yu looked at him with a smile, "Can we practice the vertical line here?"

Lin Yuzhi tensed his muscles and nodded: "Okay...Princess."

As he said this, he let go of his hand and allowed Wen Yu to practice on his chest.