Chapter 47: Innocent Landlord and Black Tenant 15 "One million per hour! ...
At the Ye Family Mansion, the warm afternoon sun is still generous.
Because of the continuous rain, the lighting in the basement is really poor.
Since the landlord was to play the role of "considerate", Shao Ye naturally occupied the window seat in the studio.
Shao Ye was typing on the keyboard of his laptop, his expression focused and stern.
Ye Ling would absentmindedly paint on the canvas in front of her, and occasionally glance at Shao Ye by the window.
Ye Ling was so absorbed in watching that her paintbrush remained suspended in the air for a long time without moving.
"Teacher Ye, have you encountered any difficulties?"
The keyboard tapping sound stopped at some point.
Ye Ling woke up as if from a dream, her hand trembling, and she almost dropped the paintbrush: "No, no!"
Shao Ye didn't expose it, but just stood up and walked to Ye Ling's easel.
"Is the color mixing not accurate? Why don't you change a brush?" Shao Ye looked at Ye Ling's dirty palette and brush and handed over a clean brush.
Ye Ling stretched out his hand blankly. When Shao Ye handed over the pen, his hand trembled and his knuckles brushed against his fingertips.
The touch at that moment was like a subtle electric current, rushing straight to the tip of my heart.
"...Thank you." He grabbed the brush, quickly lowered his head, and pretended to concentrate on mixing the paint.
Shao Ye did not return to his seat, but leaned casually against the painting cabinet next to him.
He stopped looking at the painting and fixed his gaze on Ye Ling's slightly tense profile. Her long, thick eyelashes drooped, trembling slightly like butterfly wings.
The afternoon sun is warm.
After days of intense creative pressure, Ye Ling's energy was finally exhausted. He forced himself to finish the last piece, his eyelids growing heavier and his hand gripping the brush starting to weaken.
His head nods, nods... like a sleepy little bird pecking at rice.
Finally, the paintbrush slipped from his weak fingers, but fortunately a hand reached out and caught it in time.
The sound of typing on the keyboard had long since stopped.
Shao Ye stood beside Ye Ling in advance. His tall figure blocked some of the glaring sunlight. He quietly looked at Ye Ling's defenseless sleeping face.
Resting his forehead against the easel was uncomfortable, and Ye Ling's brows knitted slightly. A strand of unruly golden hair fell across his smooth forehead, gently fluttering with his breath.
Shao Ye looked for a long time, so long that the angle of the sunlight shifted, and so long that Ye Ling murmured unconsciously.
After completely calming down, the temperature in the studio also became slightly cooler.
Shao Ye bent down, took a soft blanket from the sofa, unfolded it, and gently covered Ye Ling's bent back.
Ye Ling's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she opened her eyes drowsily.
The vision was blurred at first, then focused - what came into view was Shao Ye's deep eyes close to him.
He was bending over, and the distance was so close that Ye Ling could clearly see each of his eyelashes.
"boom!"
Ye Ling's sleepiness disappeared instantly.
He froze in place, forgetting even to breathe, and could only foolishly indulge in those bottomless black eyes.
The dust of sunlight danced silently between the two people.
Shao Ye seemed stunned for a moment, but he quickly concealed all the emotions in his eyes and returned to his usual calm appearance.
"Be careful not to catch a cold." He stood up as if nothing had happened, his voice calm, then turned around calmly, walked back to his seat, and reopened his laptop.
"Click..." The crisp sound of keyboard tapping rang out again.
Ye Ling remained stiff, his heart beating wildly.
Time flies. Only 48 hours remain until the deadline for submitting core works for the exhibition.
Shao Ye had not returned from school yet, and Ye Ling had been busy in the studio since early morning, but the draft in front of him was still sloppy.
His "Strength and Beauty" series is stuck at the most critical and largest painting.
[Final Order Released!] 778's excited electronic voice chimed, [Execute the "Nude Model Invitation" mission! Countdown: 6 hours!]
A virtual panel popped up in Ye Ling's consciousness, listing several options:
Option A (Elegant Pressure): "Shao Ye, your body is a perfect work of art and should not be bound by worldly cloth. One hour, one million, take it off and let me give it eternal value."
Option B (vulnerable request): "Help me, Shao Ye... Only you can complete this painting! I need you... I need the real you! One hour, one million, please..."
Option C (Straight Deal): "Take off your clothes and model for me. One hour, one million. Hurry up."
Option D (…) (a dazzling mosaic) (red text prompts "This option will trigger the privacy protection mode of the service system. Please choose carefully")
Ye Ling didn't even dare to read these greasy and shameful lines: [I choose E... Die on the spot! ]
[Veto!] 778's electronic voice suddenly rose. [Host! There is no option E! Hurry, execute the mission immediately! He called me into the studio. Look down at him with your most arrogant attitude! Your eyes should be filled with aggression and naked desire, and your lips should curl into a smile of determination! Then, in the most unquestionable tone, throw out our ultimate bait—]
The lines provided by 778 were like the whispers of a devil, engraved into Ye Ling's mind word by word:
"Take off your clothes and be my model. One hour, one million."
"Mr. Shao Ye, this is an offer you can't refuse."
Ye Ling: “…”
"Knock knock knock." There was a soft knock on the door.
Ye Ling shuddered violently with fear.
The door was pushed open and Shao Ye's tall figure appeared at the door.
"Ah..." Ye Ling opened her eyes wide, "You're back? What happened?"
"Teacher Ye," Shao Ye pursed his lips, revealing a rare sense of embarrassment, "Next month's rent... I'm a bit short on money for now, so I might need..."
Ye Ling was stunned.
778 was so excited that his data was almost out of order: [!!!!!!!!!!!! The target actually came to me for help! Host! You are the lucky little bird kissed by the God of Perversion! Charge! Execute the mission! That determined smile! That aggressive glare! Hurry!!!]
Ye Ling suddenly jumped up from the ground.
He wanted to follow 778's instructions and act condescending, but his legs went weak and he stumbled, almost falling. He had to cling to the easel behind him to steady himself.
He raised his head and looked at Shao Ye who was a few steps away.
Shao Ye just stood there, looking at him calmly and peacefully.
"Rent... not a problem."
The prepared lines rolled and collided wildly in Ye Ling's throat.
"Then take it off..." Ye Ling's voice was shaking, "...clothes...give it to me...okay?"
"Modeling" and "one million an hour" were all stuck in his throat. He spoke incoherently, and the words he said had a different flavor.
The "determined smile" required by 778 turned into a pitiful expression that looked like it was about to cry, and the "aggressive look" was gone.
He was the threatening one, but he was like a trembling deer that was forced to the edge of a cliff by a hunter.
He even subconsciously took a small step back, as if afraid that Shao Ye would rush over and hit him in anger.
The air was dead silent.
Suddenly, Shao Ye laughed softly.
He stretched out his long legs, step by step, slowly and steadily walking towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling closed her eyes in fear.
The expected punches or scolding did not fall.
A slightly cool finger with thin calluses gently brushed across the wet corner of Ye Ling's eyes.
Ye Ling shuddered violently, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Shao Ye who was so close to her in disbelief.
"Give it to you?" Shao Ye deliberately repeated his broken words, with a slightly rising tone at the end, with a hint of playfulness, "How do I give it to you? Give you...what?"
Ye Ling's clenched fists were full of cold sweat.
"Shao Ye! I...I need to draw you!" He raised his head and blurted out, "Be my model! Right now!"
He paused, then used his last bit of strength to shout out that ridiculous figure, "I'll pay you! One hundred dollars an hour!"
After shouting, he closed his eyes tightly and waited for the judgment to come.
"One hundred yuan?" Shao Ye seemed to smile speechlessly, "Do you think I need that little money?"
[Host!!!] 778's shriek of frustration followed, [One hundred yuan!? What kind of low-level slip of the tongue!? ? Hmm... but the humiliation seems to be even stronger?]
"..." Ye Ling closed his eyes and withdrew without hesitation, shouting out the rest of his words in one breath, "One hundred yuan? How could I be that poor? Don't you see who I am? One million! One million an hour!"
"——Just tell me whether you'll do it or not!!"
These words were met with a long silence.
Shao Ye's reaction did not contain any anger, contempt or ridicule as in the script.
He slowly stood up and walked step by step to Ye Ling.
"One million?" Shao Ye's voice was low and playful. He leaned forward slightly, getting close to Ye Ling's ear, which was red and almost bleeding. "Do you think I need that much money?"
"If you don't want to, then..." Ye Ling's mind went blank, and the truth came out, "Then there's nothing I can do."
He didn't want to do this anymore!
He simply gave up those clumsy "temptations" and "pressures" and was left helpless like a cheater.
Shao Ye: “…”
This abnormal situation made him stunned for a rare moment. A faint smile flashed across his eyes, but was soon replaced by a deeper undercurrent.
Shao Ye stood up, and under the gaze of Ye Ling's dazed and wet eyes, he did something that completely shut down Ye Ling and 778 -
He raised his hand, and with his slender fingers he slowly and methodically unbuttoned his white shirt.
His hands kept moving, and his eyes were always fixed on Ye Ling, his gaze as deep as the boundless universe.
He threw the clean white shirt on the ground like discarded useless paper.
The firm chest muscles, the clear lines of the abdominal muscles, the smooth outlines of the shoulders and arms, every inch exudes a primitive and powerful masculine charm, the impact is a hundred times stronger than any surveillance footage!
"If you want to paint," Shao Ye's voice was low and clear, "then paint."
[Zizizizi—Warning! Ultra-high intensity restricted visual signal detected! Host privacy protection protocol triggered! Forced into...zizizi...sleep state...]
778 was instantly overwhelmed by the stimulating scene in front of him. A series of noises broke out and the screen went black and he went offline.
Ye Ling: [??? !!! !!!]
He was stunned, his mind was blank, and he could only stare blankly at Shao Ye, at the body that looked like an ancient Greek sculpture under the light.
Shao Ye's fingers didn't stop. His slender fingertips, as slow as slow motion, gently hooked the metal trouser button.
"Click." A soft sound, but like thunder.
He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked at Ye Ling, who was completely petrified, with burning eyes:
"But...paint until I'm satisfied."
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