Xue Shen had not painted for a long time, and this time he painted with great enjoyment.
The person who was used as Xuan paper cried and curled up in a ball. His fair body was covered with rouge and then blurred by sweat, all of which were shades of rouge red, messy and in vain.
Shen Youying had her back to Xue Shen, and because of the intense emotions, she was still sobbing softly.
Xue Shen held her in his arms and gently patted her back. When he saw the rouge on her fingertips, his eyes darkened again: "If Zhao Zhao doesn't want to take a bath, then let's do it again?"
Shen Youying trembled in fright, wrapped her long robe tighter around herself, glared at him with her red eyes, and said in a hoarse, soft voice, "I want to take a bath."
As she moved, her long, disheveled hair spread out like flowing water, a few strands falling into Xue Shen's palm, which he grasped and twirled intimately with his fingertips: "There's no bathroom in the study..."
Xue Shen looked troubled: "Shall I escort Zhao Zhao back to Tingmei Pavilion?"
Shen Youying's eyes widened even more; Qinglan was still listening to Meixuan!
She was only wearing Xue Shen's long robe, her arms smeared with rouge. If she went back like this, not only Xie Qinglan, but even a blind person would know what had happened between her and Xue Shen.
“I’m not going back to Tingmei Pavilion.” Shen Youying nervously gripped Xue Shen’s clothes.
“Then we’ll have to go to my courtyard,” Xue Shen said.
Shen Youying bit her lip and hesitated, but after a moment she finally nodded.
Xue Shen smiled, grabbed a fox fur coat from the side and wrapped it around her. He ordered the guards to clear out all the people and other people, leaving only his trusted confidants. Then he turned back, picked her up, and carried her back to his own courtyard.
Xue Shen's residence, Xianyue Hall, is the largest main courtyard in the Prince's Mansion. The style of the courtyard reflects its owner, exuding a sense of coldness and aloofness.
Even the furnishings and decorations inside the house were mainly black and brown. Although the same floor heating system was used, Shen Youying always felt that this place was colder than Tingmei Pavilion.
Xue Shen placed her on the daybed and said, "Wait a moment, I'll have someone bring some water."
The room was warm, and Shen Youying felt a little hot wrapped in her fox fur coat. She wanted to take off the coat, but underneath she only had Xue Shen's outer robe. Her face flushed, she grabbed Xue Shen's sleeve and said, "Have someone bring me a change of clothes first."
Xue Shen looked her up and down and said, "If you send a maid to fetch the clothes, wouldn't that be an admission of guilt?"
Shen Youying pursed her lips and whispered, "Just have Danzhu deliver it quietly."
Xue Shen nodded: "It's not that it's impossible..." He deliberately dragged out his words, and under Shen Youying's expectant gaze, he finished speaking: "But I think it's fine for Zhaozhao to wear my clothes, there's no need to go through all this trouble."
Shen Youying watched incredulously as he went to the bathroom with a smile on his lips.
She was so angry that her face turned red, but the heavy fox fur coat made her sweat profusely. She endured it for a while, but finally couldn't stand it anymore and took off the fox fur coat.
He then straightened his overly large robe before walking barefoot to the window to look out.
She wanted to see if there were any maids serving her, so she could send a message to Danzhu. But after looking around for a while, she only saw two patrolling guards.
Instead, when Xue Shen came out of the bathhouse and saw her wearing his robe, her porcelain-white feet on the dark velvet carpet, with a few specks of rouge on her ankles, his eyes darkened.
He strode forward, squatted down, touched Chen Youying's bare right foot, and lifted it onto his lap: "Why are you barefoot?"
At this moment, he was squatting down while Shen Youying was standing. Their heights were reversed, and Shen Youying's aura became more imposing. She looked down at him and deliberately stomped on his knee with the foot she had placed on it, snorting, "The King of Qin didn't give me any shoes, so I can only go barefoot."
Xue Shen's eyes grew even darker. He pinched her ankle and kissed the back of her foot.
Then it goes up along the long, slender leg lines.
Sensing danger, Shen Youying hurriedly retreated, only to be blocked by his tall body at the window. She braced herself against the edge of the windowsill with one hand, while one of her legs was held by Xue Shen and forced to bend.
Seeing the situation reverse in an instant, Shen Youying said in a muffled voice, "Let me go, I'm going to take a bath."
Xue Shen stroked her ankle and said in a hoarse voice, "The water hasn't been delivered yet."
...
When she was finally carried into the bathhouse, Shen Youying didn't even have her last robe to wear.
She pursed her lips tightly, angrily wiping away the rouge smeared on her skin. She was angry at Xue Shen's insatiable nature, and also angry at her own weak will. She always let Xue Shen tease her a few times, and then she would become dizzy and weak in the limbs, unable to obey her commands...
Xue Shen took a bath in the outer room. He was quick and efficient, and soon came in wearing only a thin white robe.
Seeing the remaining rouge on Shen Youying's back, a smile spread across her face. She took a cloth and stepped forward, saying, "Let me wipe it off for you."
Shen Youying wanted to refuse, but she was too weak to move, so she simply gave up and lay on the edge of the bathtub, letting him help her wipe herself.
Fortunately, Xue Shen didn't have any further thoughts this time. He dutifully wiped the rouge off her body and brought her a towel to dry herself. After Shen Youying refused his offer to help, he clicked his tongue regretfully and left first.
Shen Youying wrung out her long hair and let it hang down her back, then wrapped her body in a cloth and went out.
In the inner room, Xue Shen was sitting at the table. The thin fabric, which had been damp from the bath, clung to his body, revealing his strong and powerful muscles.
Shen Youying glanced at it only once before looking away shyly, shrugging her shoulders and whispering, "What should I wear?"
Xue Shen got up, found a robe, and handed it to her. Shen Youying took it and went behind the screen to change.
Xue Shen was much taller than her, so his robe was naturally very large. When Shen Youying wore it, the hem reached the ground, and the collar was loose and baggy. Shen Youying looked down at herself and felt that something was not quite right.
She tidied herself up for a while before reluctantly emerging from behind the screen.
But she was somewhat unhappy inside and secretly glared at Xue Shen.
Unaware of her presence, Xue Shen looked her up and down, his gaze seemingly glued to her: "Zhao Zhao's attire is indeed quite charming."
Shen Youying ignored her and climbed onto the couch, lifting the hem of her dress that was hanging to the ground.
Xue Shen followed her onto the bed and saw that Shen Youying had her back to him and her ears were red. He chuckled and pinched her earlobe, saying, "It's just wearing clothes, why are you so shy?"
Shen Youying almost shrank into the brocade quilt.
Xue Shen laughed even more heartily, his fingertips landing on the nape of her neck, which she had inadvertently exposed, his smile deepening: "Zhao Zhao, are you playing hard to get, deliberately seducing me?"
Shen Youying shrank her neck before realizing that the clothes were too big. She was so focused on shrinking into the quilt that the collar came undone, revealing her entire snow-white nape.
She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, turned back and gave Xue Shen a reproachful look, then changed the subject: "I need to rest."
Following her words, Xue Shen turned off the light, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "Will you stay here for the next few days?"
Shen Youying was about to refuse when he pressed his lips to hers. Xue Shen rubbed her earlobe and said softly, "Zhao Zhao spends all her time enjoying herself with the Xie family's daughter, as if she has forgotten that she has a husband. If this continues, I will have no choice but to go to Tingmei Pavilion."
Recalling that she had indeed only cared about Xie Qinglan these past few days, Shen Youying felt guilty and after a moment gave a barely audible "hmm".
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