Painting on his body... it sounds kind of shameful.

Chi Yan's ears turned slightly red, and she thought to herself:

This is absolutely insane!

She wasn't actually that composed, but since she had already said it, she couldn't change her mind, so she coldly refused: "No bargaining."

"Alright." Chi Yan lowered his head, looking pitiful and letting her do as she pleased. "Then Madam, please be gentle with her."

Shen Tangning: "..."

What is all this about?

She suddenly felt like she had entered a brothel, but with the die already cast, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

The damp, cool pen tip landed on her body, and Shen Tangning felt the person beneath her tremble very slightly. She pretended not to notice and continued on her own.

Little did he know that this was tantamount to torture for Chi Yan, and he suddenly regretted agreeing.

The pen landed on his body, and the first thing he felt was an unusual itch, an itch that seemed to seep into his bones. This reminded him of a form of torture called "itching torture," which, in short, was a punishment where prisoners were tickled until they laughed themselves to death.

However, Shen Tangning's actions had nothing to do with punishment. She had no particular method, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and her expression remained indifferent throughout. With her eyelashes lowered, she was focused on immersing herself in her own world, giving off a sense of tranquility and detachment.

Chi Yan suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

Shen Tangning was not oblivious, nor was she as single-minded as he imagined. She could sense the subtle change in his muscles as he put pen to paper, the slight trembling in his skin, and the gradual fading of his complexion to a pale pink.

She unconsciously looked up and saw Chi Yan with his head slightly tilted back and his eyes closed, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, and fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. His expression seemed to be a mixture of pain and pleasure.

This gave her a subtle feeling for no reason, as if his joys and sorrows were all under her control.

She stared blankly, her pen tip trembling involuntarily, accidentally tracing a certain spot, eliciting a barely perceptible groan from him.

Shen Tangning's cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly composed herself, forcibly suppressing the strange feeling in her heart:

It's clearly a punishment, but he seems to be enjoying it quite a bit.

The atmosphere was really strange, and she desperately wanted to say something to break the silence: "Will you lie to me again in the future?"

Chi Yan's low, husky voice betrayed his restraint, almost as he sighed with a laugh, "Madam's methods are truly remarkable, how could I dare to do that?"

Her ears burned as she listened, and she gave a slight, cold snort: "Glib tongue."

Her touch was like a tickle through a boot; the places the pen swept across stirred up a fine itch, which was then covered by a new wave of pressure. When Chi Yan could no longer bear it, he would coax her in a low voice, "A little harder."

She was so angry at his shameless behavior that she cursed him inwardly!

...

The painting process took a long time. After finishing the last stroke, Shen Tangning rubbed her sore legs, stood up, and carefully admired her masterpiece.

She painted crabapple blossoms on his body in a thousand different ways, clustered together, so lifelike that it wouldn't be an exaggeration.

While marveling at her undiminished painting skills, her gaze fell on Chi Yan's face, and she unconsciously felt a little guilty.

He looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, his clothes soaked with sweat, his eyes still somewhat unfocused. He lazily looked up at her and asked wearily, "The painting is finished, can you let me go now?"

Sensing the unknown danger brewing in his eyes, Shen Tangning took a few steps back without showing any emotion, forcing herself to remain calm: "You can sleep like this tonight."

She must be crazy to let him go at this moment.

Her keen sense of smell made her instinctively want to run away. She had only taken a few steps when someone grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her back. Chi Yan seemed to laugh in exasperation, and bit her neck lightly against the side.

"Flirt and run away, who taught you that?"

Shen Tangning glanced at the pieces of silk lying on the ground, heartbroken:

Wasn't it supposed to be the best material? This is the quality?