You rascal, stop right there!

After a night, Bai Wan woke up very late again.

He wanted to get up and continue painting, but he realized that he was not sleeping on the couch in the study but on the bed in the bedroom.

The whole person was restrained tightly by the arm next to him and could not move at all.

"woke up?"

The familiar voice came right up to his ear, as if he hadn't noticed it in a while.

Ling Shumo knew that he was afraid of the cold, and he wanted to wrap his entire body up, even holding his fingers tightly together in the morning.

"Zichen, your grip is so tight, how about we loosen it up?"

Bai Wan herself looked a little dazed. She hadn't been close to him for a long time and was obviously feeling the warmth in his embrace.

He glanced sideways at the jade-faced person in front of him with complicated eyes.

Ling Shumo's gentle and worried eyes seemed to be confused and worried, and he didn't let go at all.

Bai Wan was silent for a moment and wanted to stand up again but was immediately pushed back.

Well……

A passionate kiss suddenly sealed his mouth, and the breath from his slightly open lips was greedy and intense.

When Bai Wan reacted, he had already been surrounded, with the gaps between his fingers embedded in the white jade knuckles.

"Abai, let's get up later today, okay?"

It was as if he was deliberately not allowed to go to the study.

Bai Wan wondered when this person became bolder than himself, and actually pinned the person to the bed.

He originally wanted to say that he was going to the study to continue painting.

However, this face is as gentle as jade, so handsome and beautiful that it is easy to be deceived.

He seemed to have a sudden realization.

"Zi Chen, are you angry that you've been left alone in the empty room for a while, and you want to take revenge on me?"

He was extremely thick-skinned and smiled as he stared at the gentle face opposite him.

This kind of teasing is something she is very familiar with, dealing with that handsome and shy gentleman.

"Okay, I know you're going to say no again."

He always knew that the other party was always extremely duplicitous in this regard.

however,

Ling Shumo's eyes were like rippling autumn water, and his gaze seemed to force people to submit.

These words penetrated into Bai Wan's ears like the sound of a witch's zither.

"What if... I said yes..."

As soon as the words fell, Bai Wulai opened his eyes suddenly, and was surprised by the voice.

The tone was clearly extremely gentle, but the content didn't sound like something this person would say.

and……

The bitten neck left a lotus petal imprint, the flowing long hair spilled onto the green pillow, and the fingertips rubbing back and forth were hot and soft.

Once again, someone is reflecting on themselves.

Knowing that this person was unconscious due to the torture, Ling Shumo said softly:

"For your health, you can't paint for more than two hours a day from now on. You must eat three meals on time and go to bed on time."

"Um……"

"We use the juice of plant leaves to make pigments, not minerals. They are less toxic, but they can harm the body over time."

"Ah."

"I won't indulge you anymore. Starting tomorrow, you will practice Tai Chi, light sword, or horse archery."

Ling Shumo looked at him steadily.

"I've written this down. A gentleman keeps his word. You must put your fingerprint on it."

"Uh-huh?"

etc--

Bai Wan opened her eyes wide when she woke up, and was speechless in shock when she looked at the document in her hand.

Moreover, it says that if you don’t do it, you will be punished by eating the pickles carried by the pickled sheep that you hate the most, and you are not allowed to drink water or eat candy!

Very targeted!

Only then did he understand what Ling Shumo was doing, and he covered his shoulders with his claws and teeth, as if he was chewing corn.

"Are you afraid that I'll die from painting?"

It wasn't a fight, but Bai Wan refused to admit defeat and wanted to get as many bite marks as he could.

Anyway, Ling Shumo is gentle and easy to bully.

"You must know that human life is limited and cannot be used up prematurely. You are a human, not a god!"

Ling Shumo lowered his voice to a very low level and stroked it with his fingers.

"You're worried about this..."

Bai Wan was silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer, but still pressed his fingerprint obediently.

As a master of painting, he regards painting as his life.

Many years ago, he made it his lifelong wish to create the best painting in the world, a unique painting that would be recognized by everyone in the world, both ancient and modern.

In the past, it was for fame, but now it is to pursue a state of mind.

Despite all the twists and turns over the years, he still hasn't figured out what the best map in the world is.

The more you draw!

The more he felt that he didn't understand painting, that he couldn't paint, the more he exhausted his energy a few days ago...

"Have I been too persistent recently and somewhat out of control? Are you worried?"

Ling Shumo embraced her again and said in a hoarse voice: "No...no..."

Obviously, this question and answer has no meaning.

This person’s “no” is no different from “confirmed”.

After a long moment, Bai Wan's eyes grew increasingly hazy. "Then Zichen, have you ever tried your best to gain the recognition of the world?"

"Yes, there were times when I took the imperial examinations, the painting exams, and even when I started an uprising."

Ling Shumo kissed his jade cheek and held his fingertips.

"Actually, being the best painter in the world is my own will. Being crowned the Painting Saint by the royal family at the age of twelve is something that some people will not accept."

"At that time, I showed my paintings of flowers, birds, and landscapes to people on the street, and they said they were useless and that they couldn't understand them."

Ordinary people don't understand painting. If it weren't for the title of a painting saint, in their eyes, a painting probably wouldn't be worth a bowl of soup and half a cabbage.

Therefore, he decided to paint for the people and mingle among them.

Ling Shumo looked at him and said, "Is it because of this that he drew the best painting in the world?"

Sunlight pours onto its surface through the windows.

At this moment, the light on Bai Wan's face made her look even more blurry.

"That's silly, laugh all you want!"

Ling Shumo stared at him in a daze, not knowing how to describe this man's relaxed and indifferent smile.

Therefore, what Li Simeng thought was the best map in the world that he drew for fame, fortune and status was simply a desire for the recognition of the people!

Ling Shumo suddenly thought of the eagle on the rock and sighed, "How could I be so stupid? I may not believe in heaven and earth, or gods or Buddhas. But if I think you are right, I will definitely believe you."

Bai Wan listened and just looked at the other person quietly, with tenderness and affection in her eyes.

Ling Shumo smiled elegantly and calmly, clasping the person's hand against his chest.

"It's ironic sometimes. I was the one who introduced you to the path of painting, but you've gone further than me."

"When you left because of Danqing, I was angry. But your persistence is a blessing to the art world. I can't stop your future and your heart's desire."

Bai Wan looked at the other person with difficulty, "Zi Chen——"

Most of the time, I feel so lucky to meet someone who understands me.

Yes, he believed that he could become the eternal master of painting.

Even though she was clearly complaining in her heart, she still had such confidence in his future.

The next moment, Bai Wan tilted her head and kissed the other person gently, gradually increasing the strength.

The sunlight outside the window is becoming more and more dazzling, and the lingering double image is becoming more and more difficult to control.