Upstairs, through a window, one could vaguely see a figure standing there, looking down at her.
It must be Jin Ye.
Even from a distance, she could feel the coldness and disgust in those eyes.
Behind Jin Ye, Zi Xi had just finished her day's work and was preparing to leave.
Curious, she walked to the window and happened to see the figure being driven out in the distance.
That person looks so familiar.
She thought to herself, and craned her neck to look.
"I'm the only person you know in the manor. If any unrelated strangers approach you in the future, just call security."
Jin Ye didn't turn around, but suddenly spoke.
Zi Xi looked at his back in surprise.
He wasn't even looking at her, so how did he know what she was thinking?
"Not everyone in this world deserves to be treated kindly."
Jin Ye finally turned around and looked at her with a complicated expression.
After saying this, he walked out of the studio first, leaving Zixi standing alone, lost in thought.
"Hello? Is this Art Insight magazine? I have an exclusive scoop on the genius painter Jin Ye..."
On the street, Su Qingyan kicked a pebble hard, then picked up her phone and dialed a number.
Not only will she leak gossip to magazines, but she's also determined to get revenge for the humiliation of being expelled from the manor!
Su Qingyan borrowed a large sum of money and huddled in a cheap hotel room, with various chemical reagent manuals she had bought from the black market spread out in front of her.
In the memories before rebirth, there is a record about a special plant extract that, upon contact with the skin, would trigger sensory sensitivity and hallucinations.
It has been used by some avant-garde artists abroad to create vivid and sensual experiences.
"Since we can't achieve our goal, let's destroy it and shatter his faith completely."
She murmured to herself.
A few days later, a batch of high-end art supplies was delivered to the manor gate.
As usual, the housekeeper checked the items and, after confirming they were non-toxic and harmless, sent them to the supplies room in the art studio area.
Mixed in with it was a special pigment that Su Qingyan had carefully prepared.
The label is identical to that of well-known brands, but the core inside has been replaced.
Jin Ye is currently experiencing a creative block.
He painted countless portraits of Zixi, each capturing her beauty from different angles, but he always felt something was missing.
Until one morning, he saw Zixi combing her long hair with her back to the window, the curve of her neck appearing particularly delicate and beautiful in the morning light.
An inspiration struck him.
He wanted to paint her silhouette, adorning a dark background with bright red spider lilies.
The flowers that bloom on the road to the underworld symbolize death and rebirth, forming an extreme contrast with her pure vitality.
"Today I want to try a new style, all I need is your back view."
He said to Zixi.
Zi Xi obediently sat down with her back to him, her long hair tied up, revealing her entire fair neck and slightly protruding spine.
Jin Ye's heart raced inexplicably. From this angle, she possessed both a familiar tranquility and an unprecedented allure.
They usually use dark-colored paints, but today they wanted to use bright colors, so Jin Ye went to the materials room and saw the new batch of paints.
He opened the paint, squeezed out the bright red, and began to mix the unique crimson color of the spider lily.
The pigment had an unusually smooth texture, yet it carried a faint, peculiar fragrance.
Zi Xi couldn't turn around, but she keenly sensed something was wrong, yet she couldn't move at this moment.
Jin Ye dipped his fingertips in paint and began to outline the flowers on the canvas.
The moment the paint touched the canvas, a subtle scent began to waft through the air.
Jin Ye was the first to be affected.
He felt a surge of heat spreading from his fingertips throughout his body, and his senses became extremely sharp.
He could clearly hear the subtle changes in Zi Xi's every breath, and smell the faint, intoxicating fragrance of gardenias mixed with the scent of paint on her body.
Are you hot?
He asked suddenly, his voice hoarser than usual.
Zi Wei paused for a moment, then nodded gently.
The temperature inside the studio did seem to be rising; her skin was even starting to turn a faint pink from the heat.
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