âYing Mei?â Muyan repeats it once, her smiling expression is bright and beautiful, âThe person is beautiful, and the name is pleasant. Really, why donât you think it over and enter my painting? I promise that I can showcase your beauty perfectly.â
Saying that, her hand goes to try and touch Ying Meiâs chest.
A change comes over Ying Meiâs face, and he could no longer care whether or not he might hurt her.
A hand suddenly breaks out in mutiny and turns them over.
The pair suddenly trades their positions.
Muyan is pressed against the wall and Ying Mei is looming over and staring her.
The most compromising aspect is how Muyanâs hands are pinned on both sides of her head.
Ying Mei looks down at her, like heâs about to kiss her at any moment now.
The atmosphere freezes.
Ying Mei abruptly comes to his senses, and just as heâs about to release the other-
He hears a low, cold voice suddenly speak from behind him, âWhat are you two doing?!â
Ying Mei swiftly turns around, and sees Di Ming Jue in that instant.
His complexion immediately turns white. He bends his knees, and kneels on the ground, âSeeing Jun Shang!â
Di Ming Jue walks over to the pair, one step at a time.
He doesnât spare a glance towards Ying Mei, but he stares unblinkingly at Muyan.
Han Ye, who came behind Di Ming Jue, is already stuck dumb.
He keeps on holding his body back, as he wants to tremble from fear.
Gods, what did he just see?!
Ying Mei and Miss Jun!!
Heavens! Come and have a huge lightning strike him!
Is Ying Mei insane?
Not liking other women, but actually getting involved with Miss Jun.
Isnât this courting disaster to himself?
Di Ming Jueâs footsteps finally stop at a place thatâs only half a meter away from Muyan.
With the setting sun, the manâs face is not like a mortalâs in its beauty.
But it reveal neither a thread nor a hair of expression.
Then, he repeats his earlier question, âWhat are you two doing?â
Ying Mei lowers his head, his complexion is deathly pale, his voice hoarse: âYing Mei has erred, asking Jun Shang for a punishment.â
Di Ming Jueâs expression still doesnât change, and he merely speaks with indifference: âEnter the Purgatory Pool for a month.â
Hearing this punishment, Han Yeâs face goes white.
Nevertheless, Ying Mei seems to let out a sigh of relief, and he says with a lowered head: âYes, Jun Shang!â
Saying that, he gets up to leave.
âWait a moment.â Muyan, who still hasnât said anything until now, chuckles and blocks Ying Meiâs path.
She looks at Di Ming Jue with a smile that isnât a smile, the expression not reaching the depths of her eyes, âIâm the one who forced Ying Mei, you should also punish me if you want to punish anyone. This doesnât have anything to do with Ying Mei.â
The darkness in the depths of Di Ming Jueâs eyes is suddenly like an all-encompassing storm.
The low pressure from his entire body is making Han Ye tremble, and making him wish that he could run away in that instant.
âYouâlike Ying Mei?â Di Ming Jue steps forward and grabs her by the waist. His voice is practically coated with a murderous intent as theyâre squeezed out from his lips and teeth.
The manâs scorching breath hits Muyan in the face, making her momentarily uncomfortable.
She wants to struggle, only to be held closer and tighter by Di Ming Jue.
âTell me, do youâlike Ying Mei?â
Muyan wants to say âWhat if I doâ, but she sees the manâs eyes, and the gods and demons are at work*, for she coughs and says, âI naturally like Ying Mei... Iâd like him to enter my painting.â
- *Inexplicable, supernatural
Into a painting?
The cold air around Di Ming Jue suddenly fades away.
As it turns out, Muyan was thinking of having Ying Mei model for a painting.
But when he thinks that this woman actually wants to draw other half-naked people again, his tooth itches in anger.
âYou like Ying Meiâs appearance?â
Muyan blinks, âWhatâs wrong with those looks? The unripe, pretty appearance of a youth is very attractive? And lot of people like it?â
âMore attractive than me? People would like it better than mine?â