The young maids who come to clean the studio always hold their breath.

When I couldn't hold it in any longer and took a breath, my face turned red instantly.

Qian Zhong did not stay to observe them. A servant took him to a guest room.

He used the bathroom in the guest room to wash away the sweat on his body, and put on the clothes and pants given by the servant.

This is a very formal dark suit.

Qian Zhong couldn't recognize the logo on it. He thought it was much more expensive than what he originally wore.

He closed his eyes.

【Inspiration 4 Never Ends: There’s more, more, more.】

[Mark: Senses (Level 4): Red light shines from inside, growth is endless, desire will never be exhausted.]

There was a faint red light on his cheeks.

Dashan Qianzhong can feel that changes are taking place.

His skin has become smoother, and some traces of his pores can only be seen at an extremely close distance.

Maybe, he is growing three hearts and six lungs.

The light in his skull could no longer suppress the overflowing desire in the [cup]. He could hear whispers coming from the red cup, the twins, the stone green, the flower maker, and all the cup knowledge he had learned.

Those whispers tell different contents, including pain, union, nudity, and intoxication. But in the end, they are all chasing instinct.

These instincts do not belong to him. If he does not want to grow ten arms and six eyes, he needs to upgrade the levels of [Enlightenment] and [Strength] as soon as possible.

Dashan Qianzhong opened his eyes, and the flame of power extinguished the red glimmer.

"Master Qianzhong, lunch is ready, Miss Sonoko is waiting for you."

The servants of Yuanzi's family did not look down on the poor boy brought back by the lady like in the movie and TV series, but respectfully led him to the restaurant.

In the distance, you can see the restless garden.

Yuanzi has changed out of her wet dress, and now she is wearing a bright red, off-the-shoulder dress.

She also noticed Qian Zhong's arrival and tried her best to pretend to be normal.

However, the roots of her ears are still red, and her eyes are constantly dodging.

Qian Zhong even knew that her toes and thumbs were almost knotted in her sandals hidden under the tablecloth.

"Too slow, Qian Chong."

"Sorry, I'm not very familiar with the road."

Yuanzi’s dishes are rich in variety and use luxurious ingredients. Even the pickiest person will have a hard time finding fault with them.

While eating, Sonoko looked around each other, and after making sure that the servants were keeping a certain distance, he came over very affectionately, holding Qianzhong's arm and whispering.

"What happened in the morning was reported to my father. My father canceled the meeting outside and was rushing back on a private plane."

When she mentioned the morning, her cheeks turned crimson.

"So what? I'll leave later."

The Qian Chong noodles did not change color and I forked a piece of chicken.

"Are you able to leave?" Yuanzi was a little disdainful, "You are just here to serve you as these servants."

"Moreover, if you go back, my dad comes to visit you and finds out that you already have a girlfriend."

She wiped her neck and said, "I will definitely kill him, but it's not that exaggerated."

"But I will never let you go."

"Don't worry." Qianzhong stretched out his arms and hugged the girl who was clinging to him, "I'll be fine."

The girl rolled her eyes at him, taking into account her surroundings and did not push him away directly, but slowly left.

"Pervert.", she left a weak rebuke.

Afterwards, the two of them enjoyed lunch quietly.

After dinner, we went to the studio together.

"This is?" Yuanzi was a little confused.

In the studio, the painting board on which the painting was hung was covered with a layer of white cloth, blocking the painting.

"A maid couldn't take her eyes away after seeing the painting and fainted." The old housekeeper's voice was full of surprise, and he didn't quite believe such a statement.

But the servants said the same thing in unison, leaving him doubtful.

Even those great painters who have gone down in history cannot do something with their works. Is it possible for a high school student?

He recognized that the other party had an appearance that was unparalleled in the island nation, but his painting skills were so terrifying that he didn't believe it.

"You'll know if you take a look."

Yuanzi chirped, grabbed one of the white cloth's legs, and lifted up the white cloth.

Only then could Sonoko get a glimpse of what this painting with herself as the model looked like.

Yuanzi stared at the painting for a long time, and finally uttered four words: "The painting is good."

It’s not Yuanzi’s fault. She doesn’t understand painting at all, so naturally she can’t give a professional evaluation.

But she also knows that this painting is quite good.

The figure in the painting perfectly restored her, no, it should be said that it surpassed her.

Yuanzi is very confident, but she is not confident yet. The girl in the painting, with skin like white porcelain, watery eyes, and red lips like fire, is herself.

Just her temperament is different, she is still a pure and innocent young girl.

"The name of this painting is, "Love and Desire"."

The housekeeper wisely left the studio, leaving the space for the two of them, and even closed the door considerately.

"Love and lust..."

Sonoko stretched out her hand towards herself in the painting. The ink in the painting had dried, but she did not feel any obstruction. On the contrary, the touch felt as if she was really touching a girl.

"The painting is very good, but it's so good that it doesn't look like me."

Qian Zhong smiled, "No, this is you."

"This morning, in the studio, fq"

Before Yuanzi became furious, Qian Zhong changed his words, "No longer hide yourself, show your love."

"What is painted in the painting is the appearance of a pregnant girl in front of her beloved."

Yuanzi didn't refute, she couldn't lie in front of this work that she had devoted so much effort to.

When Yuanzi looked at this so-called "true self", she suddenly felt a heat. The person in the painting seemed to be looking at her and saying something in her ear.

Some of the same feelings as in the morning, which she had never experienced before, were fermenting in her body.

Sonoko's legs suddenly felt weak and she collapsed.

Qian Zhong had already expected it, took a step forward, caught her with his chest, and held her shoulders with both hands.

"Can you still draw?"

Yuanzi's breath has more allure than before.

"Of course."

"Then, just draw me now."

The magical paint has been exhausted. Even if his inspiration improves, Chie's next paintings will not be able to compare with this one.

But the painting itself is no longer important.

This magic word was placed in the corner, watching the two of them.

Chie drew a picture of Sonoko wearing a formal dress.

Then, Sonoko put on the revealing "victory uniform" again.

Then, there is the even more extreme black underwear.

Every time I change clothes, they are soaked through.

After each painting is completed, the distance between the two becomes shorter and shorter, and the contact becomes more extreme.
Chapter completed!