Chapter 46 Asking the Young Master to Paint
The sound of the piano suddenly rang out, startling everyone in the courtyard and making them look at Mu Huaian, especially Yu Qinghuan.
The servant in the courtyard looked at Mu Huaian in surprise. He just added a few strokes to Madam Yu's painting, so why did he react like this?
His young master had never lost his composure like this before.
Although Yu Qinghuan had prepared herself for rejection before coming here, she was still embarrassed and awkward when she met Mu Huaian's reaction.
There are differences between men and women, and this fact is really hard to force.
Mu Huaian grasped the cuffs with his fingertips. The butterfly colors of the Western Regions can only be painted on people's bodies. If she wants him to add more strokes for her, then she will add more strokes on her body.
This kind of thing is acceptable between husband and wife, but he and she don't have that kind of relationship. There are differences between men and women... He didn't know whether he should agree to it.
Seeing that Mu Huaian remained silent for a long while, Yu Qinghuan's accumulated courage mostly dissipated. She forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I'm embarrassing you. Young Master, just pretend that I haven't been here today."
As she spoke, she signaled Sang Ru, who was still holding the box, to leave.
Sang Ru sighed inwardly. This kind of thing was indeed not that simple. What's more, the other party was the young master of the Duke Dingguo's Mansion. How could he paint on a woman casually?
The moment he turned around, Yu Qinghuan felt inexplicably lost and quickened his pace, wanting to leave here quickly.
She felt a little regretful that she shouldn't have brought up that. Now both of them were embarrassed, and she didn't have the face to look for Mu Huaian in the future.
The servant standing by immediately became anxious when he saw the man leave, and looked at his young master with a puzzled look on his face.
Why is the young master still hesitating? It's just a matter of adding a few strokes to Madam Yu's painting, and he can also show off his superb painting skills in front of Madam Yu. What a great opportunity!
Seeing Yu Qinghuan walking further and further away, Mu Huaian had a premonition that if he let her walk out of this gate like this, she might never come back.
Just as the figure was about to step out of the courtyard, he suddenly stood up and called out to Yu Qinghuan, "Wait."
Yu Qinghuan didn't expect Mu Huaian to call her. She paused, turned her head to look, her eyelashes trembling, and her heart was nervous.
Why did he call out to himself?
Mu Huaian subconsciously avoided Yu Qinghuan's gaze and solemnly ordered the others in the courtyard, "Everyone, step back."
The servants retreated like a tide. Sang Ru looked at Yu Qinghuan hesitantly. After a while, she stuffed the box containing the Western Region butterfly colors into Yu Qinghuan's arms and left the yard.
When the last footsteps disappeared, only Yu Qinghuan and Mu Huaian were left in the yard.
Yu Qinghuan opened her mouth, wanting to ask him if he agreed, but she was afraid that once she asked, she wouldn't be able to take it back, which would be awkward for both of them.
Mu Huaian's eyes swept over the box tightly held in her arms. A nameless anger burned in his throat. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to draw?"
Yu Qinghuan handed over the wrinkled drawing in her hand. She looked at Mu Huaian cautiously, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mu Huaian took the drawing and unfolded it. He recognized it at a glance. It was an imitation of the hibiscus flower painted by Zhang Yanren. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but quickly disappeared.
Looking at the draft, he looked at Yu Qinghuan in front of him. In the past, she always smiled, and when she talked about happy things, she laughed so hard that her body trembled. But today she was very cautious, and her face was full of worry from just now until now.
Facing Mu Huaian's gaze, Yu Qinghuan felt guilty, "I'm forcing you to do this, it's okay if you refuse..."
Mu Huaian: "Go inside?"
"Ah?" Yu Qinghuan was stunned.
Mu Huaian turned his back and explained, "It's inconvenient because of the noise in the courtyard."
As he spoke, he walked into the house. He heard footsteps following behind him, and his heartbeat became more and more obvious.
Yu Qinghuan had never entered the house of any man other than Xie Zhiwen. This was the first time.
She couldn't help but look around the house and found that Mu Huaian's house was just like him, simple and without too much decoration. There were only pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, which exuded a bit of elegance.
Mu Huaian stood at the door, looking at the door in front of him, hesitating whether to close it.
If the door is closed and a man and a woman are alone in a room, if the news gets out, it will damage the woman's reputation. But if the door is not closed and outsiders see them, it will damage the woman's reputation even more.
After a while, Mu Huaian raised his hand and closed the door slightly, but did not bolt it.
The two sat down at the table. Yu Qinghuan opened the box in her arms and placed it next to Mu Huaian. She looked at Mu Huaian with gratitude in her eyes and said, "Thank you."
Mu Huaian responded, took out the glass bottle from the box, and took out a clean pen. He looked up and was about to ask where to draw when he saw Yu Qinghuan in front of him raising her hand to unbutton the jade button on her collar.
Mu Huaian paused his hand holding the pen, and his ears turned red. He hurriedly looked away, but he caught a glimpse of Yu Qinghuan's lotus root powder coat sliding down her shoulders and falling to her waist.
When he saw the pale pink hibiscus on Yu Qinghuan's shoulder, he held his breath unconsciously, and felt that the hibiscus was seven points more beautiful than the one in the drawing.
However, before he could see clearly, he saw Yu Qinghuan had turned her back, and a piece of white on the back of her shoulder came into view, waiting for him to start writing.
Mu Huaian suddenly felt lost, but the next moment, he was completely stunned. He saw Yu Qinghuan untied her belt, and the clothes that were no longer restrained slipped off, revealing a light red bellyband and a large area of snow-white under the belt.
He suddenly clenched the wolf-hair brush in his hand, his Adam's apple rolled heavily as he held his breath. He suddenly didn't know where to start writing until he heard Yu Qinghuan's voice in his ears.
"I can't see it, just look at the painting."
She believed that Mu Huaian's painting skills would definitely be better than hers.
Mu Huaian swallowed with an almost inaudible sound, and with difficulty placed the tip of the pen dipped in butterfly color on her shoulder.
The moment the tip of the pen touched her skin, Yu Qinghuan's shoulders trembled violently, and then were held down by a warm palm.
She subconsciously wanted to turn around, but heard Mu Huaian say in a hoarse voice: "Excuse me."
Mu Huaian's pen tip moved quickly, and pink and white hibiscus flowers gradually spread from Yu Qinghuan's shoulders to his back.
When the tip of the pen in his hand moved to his shoulder blade, he had to lean forward. As his warm breath brushed past Yu Qinghuan's ear, he smelled a strange fragrance.
Not sure if it was the strange feeling of the pen tip brushing across her skin, or Mu Huaian's thumb unconsciously stroking her lower back, but Yu Qinghuan suddenly felt the room was a little stuffy. Gradually, her face flushed and her breathing became more rapid.
She knew this feeling very well. Afraid that Mu Huaian would notice something unusual, she panicked and clutched the fabric on her knees, biting her lips tightly to suppress her disordered breathing. However, beads of sweat slid down her back into the waist, leaving a small wet mark on the tip of Mu Huaian's pen.
Mu Huaian instinctively bent his fingers to wipe the wet mark.
Yu Qinghuan's body trembled because of this, and he could no longer suppress it, and a gasp escaped from his lips and teeth.
Mu Huaian paused with his pen, his head went blank with a loud bang...
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