After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

His hands had already started taking off his clothes as Shen Jinmo had instructed, and his heart began to fluctuate because of Shen Jinmo's words.

For some reason, Xie Nanxing didn't quite understand what Shen Jinmo meant.

The notebooks he had read suddenly popped into his mind, and Xie Nanxing couldn't help but shudder.

Could it be that Shen Jinmo wanted to get his blood on him and paint on him?

Or maybe Shen Jinmo needed him to lie on this blanket and do something by himself first to arouse Shen Jinmo's interest?

But Shen Jinmo was already so ferocious without even using the hook.

If he really hooked up with her, wouldn't I be unable to get out of bed for several days?

"Is it cold?"

He did not ignore Xie Nanxing's slight shudder after taking off his robe: "Then add a few more charcoal braziers."

Xie Nanxing shook his head and waved his hands: "It's not cold, I still feel a little hot."

Xie Nanxing was a little scared, but there was also a bit of madness in his fear.

All the pain Xie Nanxing endured for Shen Jinmo would make him excited.

Shen Jinmo touched Xie Nanxing's pajamas that were already soaked with sweat, and believed what Xie Nanxing said.

Shen Jinmo first wrapped Xie Nanxing in the fox fur, then he lowered his head and began to untie the laces of Xie Nanxing's pajamas.

He pulled the pajamas out from the leather, turned around and placed the damp pajamas on the smoking cage behind him to dry.

The purpose of preparing the fumigation cage in advance was not to dry the wet clothes. Shen Jinmo was afraid that the clothes Xie Nanxing took off would become cold after being worn for a long time, so he prepared it early.

Obviously, Shen Jinmo had been planning today's event for quite some time.

Standing up and walking to the desk, the moment Shen Jinmo's eyes fell on Xie Nanxing, the knuckles holding the paintbrush began to turn white.

The slender body was covered with a snow-white fox fur and sat in the deep darkness, with a field of wintersweets in full bloom behind her.

The extreme color contrast makes Xie Nanxing's slightly rosy face from neck to chest look even more vivid.

"Crack."

The sound of the brush breaking in Shen Jinmo's hand was heard, and the scene of extreme torture began to flash in Xie Nanxing's mind again.

The look she gave Shen Jinmo when she slightly raised her head was bright and pure, tinged with a hint of fear, which made Shen Jinmo feel that Xie Nanxing in front of him was exactly like a fox demon who had just stepped into the mortal world.

Picking up the paintbrush again, Shen Jinmo's eyes wandered between Xie Nanxing's body and the scroll.

The desire in the sharp eyes that fell on Xie Nanxing was gradually replaced by pure appreciation of the word beauty.

While Xie Nanxing was being observed by Shen Jinmo, he was also quietly observing Shen Jinmo.

When Xie Nanxing saw the desire fading from Shen Jinmo's eyes, he felt that it was his own fear that ruined Shen Jinmo's mood.

The fox fur that originally wrapped his body tightly accidentally fell down, exposing most of Xie Nanxing's shoulders.

Shen Jinmo took a look, and the darkness in his eyes grew darker.

Shen Jinmo quickly picked up the cold tea that he had prepared earlier and took a few sips. Then he stood up and walked to Xie Nanxing's side and lifted up the leather that had accidentally slipped off.

With a faint breeze, Shen Jinmo said in a restrained and passionate voice: "Don't be greedy for the coolness, it's not good to catch a cold."

After giving these instructions, Shen Jinmo returned to the table and picked up his paintbrush.

Xie Nanxing pursed her lips, and her casual sitting posture turned into a lying posture, with her calves and ankles protruding from the leather, and her round toenails inadvertently scratching the inky black leather on the ground.

The fair feet and legs were set off with a soft glow.

The paint in his hand was not enough to depict Xie Nanxing's elegance, so Shen Jinmo mixed several more colors and picked up the brush to start outlining again.

After lying there for a while, Xie Nanxing's brows began to furrow.

Could it be that Shen Jinmo really just wanted to paint?

How can it be?

The light in Shen Jinmo's eyes clearly showed that he wanted to eat him alive.

Even if he wanted to paint at first, how could Shen Jinmo resist under his temptation?

Is painting as fun as this?

"Master Shen, don't you want to do something else?"

"Speak properly." He warned softly, and reminded: "Don't try to seduce me."

Xie Nanxing couldn't lie still any longer, so he stood up and sat on the blanket: "Are you really painting?"

Shen Jinmo looked at Xie Nanxing quietly for a long time before he responded in a deep voice, "Yeah."

Xie Nanxing pointed at the things around him and asked, "You prepared so many things just to paint?"

Obvious suspicion and visible distrust.

Shen Jinmo thought Xie Nanxing's little appearance was really lively and good-looking: "Yes."

Xie Nanxing was obviously a little bit angry, and asked again: "You just want to paint on rice paper, not on me?"

"You never thought of taking water from me?"

Shen Jinmo took in the scene around him. He now roughly understood what Xie Nanxing was thinking just now.

With a faint smile and no words, the meaningful expression on Shen Jinmo's lips was enough for Xie Nanxing to savor for a while.

"Ugh."

He sighed plaintively.

Xie Nanxing felt that his brain, which could only hold a lot of storybooks, could indeed be thrown away.

If he grows a brain full of poetry and painting tomorrow, he will definitely not let Shen Jinmo laugh at him.

The sun was setting in the west. The stingy man, who had been sitting on the blanket and feeling sullen for a while, fell asleep unknowingly after being coaxed by Shen Jinmo to eat two bowls of cheese.

Shen Jinmo tiptoed up to Xie Nanxing, picked up the fox skin that Xie Nanxing had kicked away, and covered Xie Nanxing with it again.

He knelt on the ground, held the person in his arms, and placed a soft pillow under Xie Nanxing's neck.

Looking at Xie Nanxing's childish look after falling asleep, Shen Jinmo felt a surge of love in his heart. He lowered his head and gently placed his lips on Xie Nanxing's brow.

People who are asleep always feel colder, so Shen Jinmo moved the charcoal stoves to Xie Nanxing's side.

The room was warm and the afterglow of the setting sun began to favor the sickly Shen Jinmo, enveloping him completely.

There was more tenderness where the brush fell, and when Shen Jinmo began to outline the sunset, his relaxed brows suddenly turned a little cold.

Why would Xi Yang want to snatch Xie Nanxing from him?

Looking up and glaring at the horizon, Shen Jinmo stood up and walked to the window, closing it directly, blocking out the setting sun into fragments.

Returning to the desk again, when Shen Jinmo realized that he was even jealous of those rays of sunset, the corners of his mouth actually curled up.

I didn't feel that I was making a fuss, but rather felt it was natural.

He wanted to keep a close eye on Xie Nanxing and love her very well.

Xie Nanxing is very smart. If he is wronged, he will run away on his own.