Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Painting (Part 2)
Finally, there was no more cover on Zhang Jingxuan's body, and everything could be seen.
Xue Yuanyin saw a dormant bulge at first sight. It was the first time she had such a direct glimpse of it, and it was very different from what she had imagined. It gave her the feeling that it was - a bit ugly.
His skin was as white as jade, but that part was completely different. It wasn't horrible, but it was certainly not very elegant.
She had felt its impressiveness when she had mastered it before, and now that she had seen it, she had a more intuitive feeling.
The scene before him was so shocking that Xue Yuanyin stared at it for a moment and forgot to restrain his gaze.
Zhang Jingxuan seemed not to notice her gaze. He sat on the couch, his arms resting on the armrests, his legs slightly open. Although not as wide open as she wished, he did not deliberately avoid it either.
From Xue Yuanyin's perspective, although the whole picture could not be drawn, she could vaguely see it crouching quietly, which was much better than the scene she had expected where it was completely blocked.
She stared at him without blinking, thinking that since Zhang Jingxuan was not looking at her, he should not be able to notice that she was admiring his naked body.
She couldn't help but lick her lips, where he couldn't see. A distant drumbeat could be heard outside the main hall. It was the beginning of the winter sacrifice at the Temple of Heaven in the south of the city. Everyone rushed to the altar to witness the grand ceremony. Even in the side halls of Zhuyue Palace, the clamor of the beginning of the sacrifice in the south of the city could be faintly heard.
Zhang Jingxuan's eyes fell on the celadon oil lamp. Someone's eyes were fixed on him, so he couldn't have been unaware. He had already prepared himself for this situation when he agreed.
He felt he should be extremely calm. Although he had been tempted the moment she saw him, the Calming Heart Technique helped him to control himself. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to maintain a good level of control throughout the painting session.
Until she stuck out her small, rosy tongue and licked her lower lips in her peripheral vision.
Zhang Jingxuan's Adam's apple suddenly slid and he moved his legs.
Xue Yuanyin paused while writing, then saw something and her cheeks suddenly turned red.
He, he actually...
No, this is just the beginning! He's already done that, and he's still so arrogant... What should I do?!
Xue Yuanyin awkwardly turned his gaze away, staring at the desk beside him. He stuttered and said, "You, you..."
She didn't know whether to remind him, but she figured he wouldn't be oblivious, so she said vaguely, "I haven't started painting yet...your posture has changed."
"Know."
Zhang Jingxuan raised his hand and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.
After waiting for a while, there was little effect, and the meditation technique seemed to lose its effect in an instant.
When her gaze fell on him, his self-control was broken, as if the lights in the air were all pervasive poison.
After a moment, Zhang Jingxuan put the back of his hand down, his voice slightly hoarse: "Just draw it like this."
He put his arms back, spread his legs slightly, got into position, and closed his eyes.
Xue Yuanyin's cheeks were still burning hot. She glanced at him and immediately looked away, her eyes wandering and her heart pounding.
She was a little afraid to look at him. She was still too inexperienced, and this scene was vaguely beyond her expectations.
She didn't even expect it to be such a ferocious creature.
But what did he mean by that? The young master was shaking his head, so he couldn't just ignore it...
She said uncomfortably, "Wait for me first."
He immediately stood up and left the drawing table, went into the bedroom and looked around. In the cupboard, he found the spare clothes he had left there, and next to them was a white nightgown.
The pajamas were made of rhombus-like material, thin and soft, and shone faintly under the light.
Xue Yuanyin took out her nightgown and walked to the study, where she saw Zhang Jingxuan still sitting. She walked over and her vision bumped into him. She hastily avoided his gaze, and with her earlobes slightly burning, she threw the nightgown over and said,
"for you."
When Zhang Jingxuan saw the pajamas, he suddenly felt like laughing for some unknown reason.
She was always soft-hearted, but she didn't expect that this time she would use it on him.
He casually put his pajamas around his waist and said, "Okay."
Xue Yuanyin then turned her head and took a look.
The pajamas were thin and could not cover her completely, so the undulating shape was still vaguely visible, but it was much better than the seductive look of the young master just now.
Her heartbeat finally subsided. She walked to the drawing table and sat down again. After thinking for a moment, she lamely praised:
"You're quite wealthy."
Zhang Jingxuan twitched the corner of his lip but didn't answer. He closed his eyes again and stopped looking at her.
Xue Yuanyin calmed down a little and finally put pen to paper.
It was already dark outside the hall, but the lights inside were bright as day. As she focused on her painting, she gradually stopped paying attention to other things, and the gaze that had always been fixed on Zhang Jingxuan finally faded a little.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on her lowered brows. The dim light beside her made her delicate and lively features appear a little blurry.
Zhang Jingxuan's gaze stayed on her a little longer.
He personally handed her his handle, in this tacit consent that broke the bottom line.
He didn't say it explicitly, but she was always smart and clever, and she didn't think of the subtext of this painting.
…
Time passed too quickly, as if she was isolated from the bustle of the Winter Sacrifice Ceremony. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. No one spoke in the hall, and the only sound was the rustling sound of her ink pen hitting the paper.
Xue Yuanyin deliberately left out his most private area and outlined the rest of the area. He even used a cinnabar pen to draw the Buddhist beads on his fair wrist.
Finally, she looked over.
When she wasn't paying close attention, it slowly softened, but when she looked over, her moment of peace was broken. The young man raised his head again under her nose and waved, as if he wanted to come out of his pajamas.
Zhang Jingxuan's waist and abdomen tensed slightly for a moment.
Xue Yuanyin's mood, which had finally calmed down, was instantly in turmoil. She clenched her pen and coughed lightly, breaking the faintly charming atmosphere in the hall:
"Should I start painting?"
She didn't say what she wanted to draw, but Zhang Jingxuan understood. He didn't answer, which was considered as his consent.
Xue Yuanyin boldly asked, "I can draw whatever I want."
Zhang Jingxuan turned his gaze away from her and said in a hoarse voice, "Draw whatever you want."
Xue Yuanyin said hello, looked up, and described the scene in detail.
The wrinkles of the pajamas were a little messy, showing some strange bulging curves. The person wearing the pajamas seemed unable to control it. He pursed his lips slightly, and seemed to be enduring something.
She wrote them down one by one on the paper, and finally put down her pen. She was distracted from her concentration when she noticed the faint cheers coming from the streets of the capital outside the hall. It seemed to be the noise coming from the southern suburbs, and the people were celebrating that the sacrificial official had been appointed.
She had good hearing and could barely hear vague words like "respectfully pay homage to the prince".
Xue Yuanyin turned her attention back to the scroll. This was her best painting, with clear brushstrokes and vivid details. If nothing unexpected happened, it would be her best painting.
She ignored the slight heat on her cheeks and pretended to be normal: "Okay, you can put on your clothes."
Zhang Jingxuan closed his eyes slightly, placed the back of his hand on his eyes, revealing the beautiful cinnabar Buddhist beads on his wrist, and did not get up for a while.
Xue Yuanyin thought he hadn't heard her, so she stood up from the painting table and walked over, saying:
"Zhang Jingxuan, I'm done painting, you can put it on."
Zhang Jingxuan seemed to have just heard it, said "hmm", and stood up from the couch.
Xue Yuanyin glanced down and looked away uncomfortably. He didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He just casually put on his outer robe and tied it around his waist.
The front chamber was half-covered, not looking serious.
Xue Yuanyin touched the tip of her nose, hesitant to speak: "Your spare clothes are in the bedroom."
Zhang Jingxuan's voice was slightly hoarse as he slowly replied, "I know."
"and you……"
Xue Yuanyin wanted to ask him why he didn't move, whether it was inconvenient for him if she stood there, and was thinking about whether to avoid him.
Zhang Jingxuan suddenly grabbed her wrist, laid her horizontally on the couch, and leaned over her.
Xue Yuanyin's eyes flickered, and his back hit the back of the couch, and then a body with thin muscles and distinct blocks fell on him.
Her vision suddenly dimmed, almost covering the light in front of her eyes.
Xue Yuanyin raised her head and met Zhang Jingxuan's slightly dark eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she almost immediately understood the meaning in his eyes.
That's right... Xue Yuanyin felt a little guilty. After all, she had tortured him repeatedly for two hours... She was still thinking that she would have a chance to sleep with him in the future. What if she made him sick early?
Considering that the painting was done perfectly, she decided to take the initiative this time.
Xue Yuanyin said in a flattering tone: "Zhang Jingxuan, you have a great figure, you can't really tell it normally." She was really envious of what he would look like after taking off his clothes!
After saying that, she took another furtive glance at him. He was naked, and all his clothes were exposed in front of her. He was so handsome that it was dazzling.
Zhang Jingxuan didn't intend to hide it anymore at this time. He leaned down, pinched her chin, and said in a hoarse voice:
"See what you want to see, draw what you want to draw. Are you satisfied this time?"
Xue Yuanyin hummed guiltily and said, "Well... let me help you?"
After saying that, she consciously groped downwards, but was stopped by Zhang Jingxuan halfway. He hid the darkness in his eyes and gripped her legs. Before he could move, Xue Yuanyin interrupted him with a start, her face flushing red.
"No...no! Not there!"
She has to do something important that concerns her life later. What if her legs hurt so much that she can't walk?
Zhang Jingxuan pursed his lips, looked at her for a while, and finally let go of her hand. He placed the thin pillow that he had just placed behind her waist for posing behind her waist, held her shoulders with one hand, supported her back with the other, and then leaned over.
Xue Yuanyin felt him coming closer, and through the clothes and soft nightgown on her body, her lower abdomen gradually felt hot, as if a piece of charcoal was roasting.
She closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again, and looked up slightly. In front of her was his thin and clearly muscular chest and neck. His Adam's apple was on his white neck, rising and falling with his movements. It should have been cold and abstinent, but because of the restraint, it gradually turned a light red, like a decadent fox demon.
Xue Yuanyin suppressed her embarrassment and vaguely thought that he was a fox demon, otherwise how could she like him so much.
The little fox demon was clearly separated from her by her pajamas and layers of clothing, yet it seemed to burn the skin of her lower abdomen. The pajamas were thin and could not block anything, so she could see it clearly.
Therefore, when she met the little fox demon's swaying eyes, she was constantly bewitched by it, her eyes drifted and then fell back, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
…
The clepsydra ticked in the hall, and the bright moon emerged from the clouds, indicating that time was passing quietly and it was already late at night.
How long has it been...
Why isn't he well yet?
Xue Yuanyin closed her eyes, then opened them again and looked at Zhang Jingxuan's face above her. He didn't seem comfortable, with a slightly frown, his lips tightly pursed, and his hands gripping her shoulders very tightly.
She stretched out her hand to block him, and tried to turn over, but was pushed back by Zhang Jingxuan.
He was forced to stop, enduring something between his eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice:
"What?"
Xue Yuanyin let out a light sigh. It was like this again. Every time she wanted to suppress him, he would stop her. It seemed that he had some subtle strength in his bones, which was not revealed at other times, but was particularly obvious at this moment.
She suddenly asked, "Zhang Jingxuan, do you prefer men on top and women on the bottom?"
Zhang Jingxuan lowered his eyes slightly, with a dark and gloomy look on his face, and did not answer for a while.
Xue Yuanyin looked at him with bright eyes, her face still slightly flushed, her heart pounding, and asked a strange question: "Did you take a bath before?"
Zhang Jingxuan suppressed his irritation and said, "Didn't you see it?"
Xue Yuanyin repeated, "Is it clean?"
Zhang Jingxuan said, "I have mysophobia." Especially since he was going to be her nude model, he washed himself very carefully.
Xue Yuanyin said "I know" and asked him to sit up. She gathered her clothes, shrunk down from the couch, knelt on the ground, and looked up at Zhang Jingxuan above her. Her heart was beating like a drum. She licked her lips and gathered her strength to move closer.
Looking at his straightforward gaze, she recalled the time when she ate summer ice cream in her boudoir. She always had to hold the porcelain bowl, support it and kiss it. When it melted slightly, she didn't know where she got the courage from, but picked up the porcelain bowl and opened her mouth to suck a few times.
At this time, she always has to use more force, because ice cream is not easy to eat, and it requires some skills with the lips and tongue to make the crystal ice come out.
The little fox demon that was originally in her abdomen changed its position and jumped suddenly. Zhang Jingxuan hurriedly withdrew, panting, and grabbed her palm.
Xue Yuanyin caressed the little fox demon's head in her palm and heard a muffled groan. The little fox demon trembled, as if it had never seen such a scene before and was a little too excited.
Xue Yuanyin opened her hands, lowered her eyes and saw something, and her ears and cheeks felt like they were burning.
She saw the ice cream she had dreamed of.
There was silence in the hall for a moment, and she looked up at Zhang Jingxuan.
His breathing was still uneven as he looked at her deeply, his unbridled desire creeping all over his clear and noble face inch by inch.
Zhang Jingxuan gathered the outer robe he had casually put on, tied the belt around his waist, lowered his eyes, took the nightgown to wrap her palms, and wiped them gently.
The only sound in the air was the friction of fabric, which was indescribably charming.
After a while, he said in a hoarse voice:
"That painting...don't let anyone else see it."
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