Chapter 217
Shen Youying felt uncomfortable everywhere.
The lingering sensation of his rough palms on her ankles lingered, a strange feeling that swirld and irritated her. Shen Youying curled her toes, resisting the urge to touch them, and could only lower her eyes, hoping he would finish drawing soon.
However, Xue Shen's movements were extremely slow. He would stop and observe Shen Youying for a long time after each stroke.
Those deep, dark eyes, filled with fire and hidden thorns, scraped repeatedly across Shen Youying's smooth, porcelain-white skin, making her feel a sense of shame that she was completely naked.
She bit her lip and couldn't help but urge him, "Hurry up and draw, stop staring at me."
Xue Shen raised an eyebrow slightly: "Slow and steady wins the race. Is Zhao Zhao tired? If so, take a break before continuing."
Shen Youying wasn't tired, nor did she want to rest. She only regretted that she had made a rash promise to Xue Shen, and now she was in a difficult situation.
"I'm not tired, you can continue." She had no choice but to continue leaning against the chaise longue.
Xue Shenwei subtly curled his lips and pointed at her with his brush: "Zhaozhao, bend your right leg a little."
Shen Youying subconsciously bent her right leg as he asked, but after she finished, she belatedly realized that the movement was very... Her ears burned, and she quietly pulled her right leg back.
Seeing this, Xue Shen clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. He got up and walked to Shen Youying, bent down and pulled her right leg back to the previous position.
"It looks nice like this, Zhao Zhao, don't touch it."
The man's voice was low and deep, his hoarse voice drilling straight into Shen Youying's ears; when he leaned down, the shadow he cast enveloped Shen Youying completely, giving her a sense of superior control.
Shen Youying felt as if a handful of boiling water was bubbling and surging in her chest, scorching her limbs and bones.
She pushed Xue Shen's hand away: "Okay, go and draw."
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she was startled by her own unusually sweet and soft voice. Startled, she pursed her lips, too embarrassed to look Xue Shen in the eye.
Xue Shen smiled, his hand tracing the smooth lines of her legs upwards, carefully straightening her disheveled skirt and tassels: "Zhao Zhao, why are you in such a hurry today?"
He was clearly teasing her on purpose, yet he turned around and asked her the same question. Shen Youying was furious at his betrayal. She bit the soft flesh inside her lip, suppressing her embarrassment, and leaned closer, burying her face in his stomach and rubbing against him. Then, she deliberately tilted her head up, gazing at him with soft, watery eyes, and said softly, "I feel unwell."
Xue Shen's breath hitched, and he squinted as he pressed down on the back of her neck.
Shen Youying was forced to get close to him, but deliberately moved down a little. When she felt the force of his palm increase, she nimbly escaped from under his palm, lay back down, and said innocently, "What are you daydreaming about? Draw faster, it's uncomfortable to sit for too long."
Xue Shen took a deep breath, suppressed his agitation, looked at her intently, and then sat back down in front of the easel.
Shen Youying looked at his tense body and chuckled.
Seeing her smile like a little fox who had stolen some cream, Xue Shen picked up his brush and started painting, saying slowly, "I've memorized everything for you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Youying immediately stopped laughing and secretly glared at him.
Having learned his lesson earlier, and knowing that he wouldn't get away with provoking Shen Youying again, Xue Shen started drawing seriously from then on.
Shen Youying leaned against the wall, not tired at all, just a little bored.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Xue Shen finally put down his pen.
Shen Youying sat up and leaned over to look at him: "Finished drawing?"
Xue Shen shook his head: "Just a little bit more."
Shen Youying asked in confusion, "What's missing?"
Xue Shen didn't speak, but walked up to the beauty and pulled down a rope hanging beside Shen Youying.
Shen Youying was still wondering what the rope was for when petals fell all over her head.
White, light pink, and bright red peony petals fell like rain, landing on Shen Youying's hair and body.
Xue Shen gazed at her with fascination, then reached out and pulled out the hairpin from her hair, causing her long, black hair to cascade down like a waterfall.
What are you going to do—
Before Shen Youying could finish speaking, Xue Shen pressed his lips to hers. He casually crushed the flower petals and dab the overflowing bright red juice onto her brow and lips.
The rough fingertips, calloused from martial arts practice, rubbed against the skin, sending a strange shiver down my spine.
Shen Youying spoke again: "Why are you using so many flower petals?"
Xue Shen looked at her lips, stained crimson with flower juice, and said in a deep voice, "I want to paint a peony flower fairy. How can a peony flower fairy exist without peonies?"
He crushed more petals and casually smeared them on Shen Youying's bare, snow-white skin.
Against a backdrop of snow-white skin, the crumpled petals appeared even more ravaged and desolate. The overflowing sap, in particular, added to the decadent allure.
Shen Youying wanted to argue, but he easily caught her and she couldn't protest anymore.
Xue Shen was very meticulous when he decorated the petals and applied the flower juice. Shen Youying closed her eyes and couldn't stand it. Her toes curled up and then relaxed. When Xue Shen finally released her with satisfaction, Shen Youying could hardly sit still.
She lay sprawled on the balustrade, panting slightly. Her slender yet shapely body rose and fell gently. Crushed petals scattered on her thin back, leaving a trail of red sap. She truly resembled a flower demon in the most decadent state.
Xue Shen moved the easel next to the balustrade, took a clean brush, dipped it in pink liquid as paint, and continued painting.
Each time he dipped his brush in the water, Shen Youying trembled involuntarily, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Finally, the glistening teardrop couldn't bear it any longer and fell, wetting her long eyelashes and making her even more pitiful.
Xue Shen lifted her face and kissed her gently: "Why is Zhao Zhao crying?" He wiped away her tears and chuckled softly: "If you didn't know, you would think I bullied you."
Shen Youying glared at him through teary eyes: "You lied to me again."
Xue Shen couldn't help but chuckle, and picked the person up, placing them on his lap: "Oh? Tell me, how did I lie to Zhao Zhao?"
Shen Youying fell silent. She bit her lip and looked at the easel. After seeing the decadent state of the person in the painting, her eyes became even more watery. This scene made Xue Shen's gaze grow even more somber.
He whispered in Shen Youying's ear, "Zhaozhao is more alluring than the peony fairy in this painting. The fox spirits in the storybooks suck the yang energy of scholars, but Zhaozhao is here to suck my yang energy?"
Shen Youying puffed up her cheeks in anger, about to scold him for being shameless, but as soon as she opened her lips, he grabbed her chin and kissed her.
Xue Shen kissed her passionately for a moment, then stepped back slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "If it's Zhao Zhao, she can suck as much as she wants."
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