Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment: "What...what did you say?"
Cang Qiao took a painting from the bookshelf, spread it out on the table, picked up a pen and dipped ink in it, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Why, you don't want to?"
Ming Lanru looked at him with a half-smiling look, but for some reason she felt a dull feeling in her heart.
Even if she doesn't want to, he will force her to "yes"
She tightened her fingers on the hem of her dress and finally stood up. As soon as her fingertips loosened, her already torn skirt fell apart.
Ming Lanruo took off her dress with trembling fingers, and the soft skirt fell down her snow-white thighs, forming a charming and alluring posture on the ground.
No matter how red her face was with shame, no matter whether her body was stiff or not, her cold and bright eyes just stared at him without blinking.
That was her pride and stubbornness that refused to back down.
As her clothes fell away, Cang Qiao's eyes gradually deepened, and the long fingers holding the pen gradually tightened under her gaze.
"Am I... good-looking?" She suddenly pulled out the hairpin on her head and scattered her long black hair, asking provocatively, with a slight tremor in her voice.
"It's beautiful." After a while, Cang Qiao said slowly.
He lowered his long eyelashes to hide his frighteningly dark eyes, and gently put down the pen and paper: "Sit down, you have tea at hand."
Ming Lanruo sat down and squeezed her palms tightly.
There was a fire burning in the room, and even though she was naked, she didn't feel the cold. There was tea and snacks at hand.
The tea is Biluochun, and the snack is crystal cake. She actually likes both.
so......
Is this punishment, provocation or... temptation?
Ming Lanruo could no longer tell the difference. The air was filled with the scent of his agarwood, covering every inch of soft skin on her body.
Like this blazing earth dragon, in this winter, the heat seems to melt people.
Cang Qiao didn't speak any more, just stood in front of the table, concentrating on tracing.
Every time he wrote, it seemed that there was a mysterious trembling on her body. Ming Lanruo's palms were filled with sweat, and by the end, she was already numb.
I don't know how long it took before I saw him stop writing and look at the painting quietly.
Ming Lanruo couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice: "Is the painting finished?"
Cang Qiao said calmly: "The new skirt is in the cabinet."
If Minglanruo was granted amnesty, she immediately took out her skirt and put it on quickly. This was probably the fastest time she had ever put on clothes in her life.
After putting on her dress, she stood up and could see the paintings on his table.
She is the legitimate daughter of the prince, and she is involved in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It can be seen at a glance that the picture is not a new work, but an old unfinished work.
This time, Cang Qiao just completed the unfinished work.
The beauty in the painting is drawn in fine brushwork, just like how she looks now, leaning softly on the couch.
Ming Lanruo's pink face had already turned red. At this moment, she couldn't help biting the corners of her lips and felt weak all over.
She forced herself to calm down and asked, "Why don't you paint your face?"
The beauty in the painting still has no face, or it only has a touch of bright red lips and nothing else.
"Does it look good?" Cang Qiao, holding the pen, suddenly raised his narrow eyes and looked at her with a smile.
This was what she had said to provoke him before.
She pinched her sleeves tightly with her slender fingers, and asked with bright eyes unwilling to admit defeat: "Don't you look good?"
What is she afraid of? It's not just about the things between men and women. She was not a young girl in her last life. What doesn't she know about being a spy?
Cang Qiao looked at the stubborn beauty in front of her quietly with her quiet eyes. He suddenly lowered his eyes and seemed to be asking himself: "It's very beautiful. She looks good everywhere."
Ming Lanruo's face flushed instantly, and her eyes were filled with shy mist. She covered her chest, took a step back, turned around and wanted to run away.
But Cang Qiao grabbed the chain of the shackle with his backhand.
Ming Lanruo gritted her teeth in shame and embarrassment and struggled: "Let me go!"
She's not that shameless after all.
Cang Qiao's eyes shone with a frightening gleam: "If you don't want to be punished again, just stay away from those men. Otherwise, next time, it won't just be a painting."
Ming Lanruo suddenly stopped struggling, looked at him, and smiled sarcastically: "Cang Qiao, you don't need me, but you should know that my coming out is not just your charity, I can help you cure your yang shrinkage.
We have a deal!"
Cang Qiao suddenly lowered his eyes and unshackled her hands with a calm expression. This chapter has been completed!
