Chapter 1786 Do You Understand?
After leaving the oil painting exhibition hall, the young master took her into the handicraft exhibition hall, where there were all kinds of artworks with strange shapes, and most people couldn't tell what they were.
Walking to a pile of large gray stones, the young master said that this work symbolizes power.
Mu Ying nodded, it made sense.
Walking further, we came to a small independent inner hall. Countless red ribbons hung down from the ceiling in a messy manner, almost occupying half of the room. The ribbons were piled on the ground, messy and random, full of an incomprehensible artistic atmosphere.
Mu Ying walked into the hall and looked around the work. It felt like someone had casually hung it up and then casually rolled it up and thrown it down. She had no idea what it was trying to express.
Perhaps my attainments were too shallow, so I asked the young master what this meant.
The young master glanced at her and said, "Man and woman love."
Mu Ying looked at the room full of red ribbons again. When men and women collided, they would become passionate like red flames, entangled softly and chaotically. Perhaps this is what the artist wanted to express?
Mu Ying could only understand this much based on her limited experience.
The young master asked, "What's the matter?"
Mu Ying smoothed her hair and said, "I don't quite understand."
The young master smiled and took her hand and walked into the space between thousands of red ribbons.
Mu Ying asked hurriedly, "Can I come in? Won't it destroy other people's work?"
The young master put his arm around her waist and said, "No, this kind of work is meant for people to come in and experience it."
After saying that, the young master held her face and kissed her lips.
His kiss became deeper and hotter. The bag slipped out of Mu Ying's hand and fell onto the mat made of silk ribbons with a soft muffled sound.
"Young... Young Master..." Mu Ying barely managed to push him away. "The artist asked us to feel it, but he didn't ask us to actually do it, right?"
"How can I feel if I don't do it?" After saying that, the young master lifted her chin and captured her lips again.
His enthusiasm was as unstoppable as a flood. No matter how many tricks Mu Ying had, they were useless. She could no longer use tricks to whet his appetite.
Mu Ying's brain began to lack oxygen, the world spun, and her eyes were filled with a fiery red...
I had no idea when I ended up lying on the ground, nor how my clothes were stripped off.
She didn't realize it until countless cold and soft silk threads brushed against her skin, but it was too late.
Now that the tiger has it in its mouth, can it still escape? No, it can't.
So she didn't run away. She rested her head on the soft ribbon, looked over the young master's shoulder, and watched countless red lines hanging down like a net falling from the sky, trapping the two of them.
In this passionate web, they are entangled and inseparable, like a pair of silkworms trapped in their own cocoon.
She wanted to grab something, so she grabbed a handful of red ribbons.
The young master took her hand and said, "Don't pull it. If you break it, we'll have to pay for it."
Mu Ying quickly let go.
"Didn't you...didn't you buy it?"
"This is a loaned exhibit and is not part of the collection."
After hearing this, Mu Ying became even more nervous, fearing that she would ruin other people's work.
The young master smiled and said, "Just hold me tight and don't move."
Mu Ying hugged him tightly and obediently. In order not to spoil his work, she was very careful and did not dare to move or struggle. She did whatever the young master asked her to do.
After a long time, Mu Ying was almost out of breath.
The young master said in a hoarse voice in her ear: "Do you understand now?"
She nodded to him, then shook her head, feeling dizzy.
She didn't understand anything. She only knew that if the young master wanted her, he would find ways to get her.
Otherwise, with so many exhibition halls, why did the young master bring her here?
She didn't answer, so the young master asked her again with a smile, "We are practicing it ourselves. Hasn't Ah Ying understood what the artist meant?"
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