Chapter 41

Su Yao took a bath first.

After washing, she blew her hair halfway dry in front of the mirror, put on a bathrobe, and scrutinized her face. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and there was a hint of dark circles under her eyes. Unfortunately, she didn’t bring any makeup with her, so she could only leave the bathroom in this state.

Liang Chuyuan was already prepared.

Money can make the devil turn a grindstone, but when Liang Chuyuan came, he brought nothing. Now, he lacked nothing.

Su Yao approached him, a fragrant scent emanating from her body, like the green roses after the rain, enticingly tempting. She asked, “What should I do?”

Liang Chuyuan’s throat rolled, and he pointed to the sofa several meters away, motioning for her to sit there.

Su Yao followed suit as instructed, choosing to sit sideways. “And then?”

Liang Chuyuan pondered for a moment, then got up and helped her put one leg bent on the sofa, lifting a corner of the split bathrobe. His eyes dimmed—was she not wearing underwear?

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One must admit, the ability to read minds was extremely handy. If Liang Chuyuan could speak, who knows what random excuse he might have come up with. Su Yao teased, “Why did you take it?”

…Because you don’t come to accompany me every night.

His eyes drooped at the corners, full of genuine grievances, softening Su Yao’s heart in every way. “So, have you showered?” 

Liang Chuyuan nodded.

Su Yao leisurely slid on her underwear while saying, “Next time you want something, just say it. I’ll give you everything from my private drawer.”

Really? Liang Chuyuan’s eyes lit up, like a large dog waiting to play with a ball.

Su Yao glared at him, “Just kidding!”

After putting on her underwear, she resumed her previous posture, tilting her head coquettishly, “Is that all?”

Liang Chuyuan took a deep breath and silently pulled down her bathrobe, exposing her shoulder. At the end of her collarbone, the curvature was half-hidden and alluring. He suddenly felt hot, but the initiator of all this seemed oblivious, even complaining to him, “It’ll be tiring to keep holding it up like this.”

“Then lie down.”

Su Yao, upon hearing this, became absent-minded and found herself pressed onto the sofa by him—

His lips trembled, his eyelashes quivered, as he gazed at her steadily. He said, Su Yao, why do you always provoke me? 

To be precise, in his eyes, everything she did was excessively seductive.

Under the moonlight, Liang Chuyuan held Su Yao’s lips, continuously sucking. The exchange of saliva and the rustling sounds made it difficult for her to breathe until he slightly withdrew.

Now her lips were even more beautiful, carrying a soft and moist feeling due to excessive sucking.

Really beautiful.

Su Yao’s mind was somewhat fuzzy from the kisses, her eyes misty. “…Are you still going to paint?”

Liang Chuyuan sucked her again fiercely, “Yes!”

Su Yao glanced at the messy state of both of them and reluctantly squeezed out two words, “Alright then.”

…

As they painted, Su Yao forgot about time altogether.

She was tired.

“Are you done?” She yawned, quickly readjusting herself because Liang Chuyuan was so focused that she couldn’t slack off.

He glanced at her hastily, Almost.

After some time passed, Su Yao saw Liang Chuyuan put down his brush, and she finally relaxed completely. “I’m so tired. Let me see.”

Liang Chuyuan took down the painting and, as he approached her, he casually adjusted her bathrobe. “It’s hard to paint you.”

Su Yao looked at the painting, unable to discern any special technique. She only knew that the person in the painting resembled her greatly, but there was a subtle difference. Or perhaps, she hadn’t realized that this was how she looked in the eyes of others.

“Do my eyes really look like this?” The gaze seemed less honest and more enchanting.

Yes, but you didn’t know.

Liang Chuyuan kissed her, and after a moment of entanglement, she gasped, “Take the painting and put it away.”

He casually placed the painting in a folder and, holding her sideways, effortlessly walked towards the bed.

As soon as she landed on the bed, her loosely draped clothes scattered around her, barely covering her. Ironically, the partial exposure made her more enticing.

“Don’t.” Su Yao intercepted Liang Chuyuan’s hand about to turn off the lights.

“I want to watch you.”