Qi Wang’s room was simple and plain, of course, it couldn’t compare to the top suites of the Titanic, there were no beautiful embroidered lounges, nor were there huge sparkling hearts of the ocean.

Yu Nian was lying on Qi Wang’s bed.

He wasn’t lying flat on his back, but rather lying face down on the bed.

His own pajamas and robe were pressed under him.

The deep red silk fabric, casually spread out, wrinkled, the fabric resembled the shimmering surface of the water, but split in half, covering Yu Nian’s waist and back.

While Qi Wang’s sheets were deep blue, so deep almost entirely black, like the unpredictable sea on a stormy day.

These two completely different materials, bright colors interweaving together, had a unique impact.

Yu Nian lay on this bright red and deep blue.

His black short hair had grown a bit recently, gently brushing against his neck.

His back curve was beautiful.

The physique of a teenager who hadn’t fully developed yet.

Lying like this, almost a bit ambiguous, like a maiden praying in front of a temple.

His aura was too clean, like the leaves of green bamboo floating on the surface of the water.

The room was brightly lit.

Faintly enveloping him, like a layer of light gauze.

During Qi Wang’s painting process, Yu Nian kept staring straight at him.

That gaze was unfathomable, as fine as spider silk, yet seemed to have no ulterior motives.

Qi Wang felt somewhat admiring of Jack in this regard, wondering how Jack managed to remain so focused and composed in front of his beloved woman.

This was the most difficult painting he had ever done.

He had to observe Yu Nian.

He had to clearly see the curve of Yu Nian’s waist, then capture it on paper.

But every time he saw it clearly, he always wanted to look away.

Staring back at Yu Nian had become a test of willpower.

Yet the lines under his brush were still smooth and powerful, swiftly capturing Yu Nian’s expression, curves.

Yu Nian didn’t smile.

This was his first time as a model, but he seemed to be naturally talented, displaying his most charming side.

He stretched out gracefully, lightly biting his lips, his eyes hazy, unconsciously revealing a hint of seduction.

Qi Wang couldn’t help but think.

Some people would exude an indescribable charm without doing anything.

Like a deity of beauty itself.

Regardless of gender.

The charcoal on his paper rustled, in this not-so-large bedroom, it was like a torrential spring rain.

Rustle—

Sketching was indeed fast, and after more than half an hour, Qi Wang finished.

Yu Nian immediately bounced off the bed and carefully observed the portrait of himself.

The painting was black and white.

It didn’t have the same impact as himself.

But Qi Wang’s strokes varied in weight, capturing his expression accurately.

Yu Nian couldn’t help but touch his nose.

His longing, desire, and timidity seemed to be written all over his face.

Captured one by one by Qi Wang, landing on paper.

He didn’t know how much Qi Wang, as the artist behind the brush, had seen through.

Qi Wang had already left the easel and walked to the sink, repeatedly washing the ink stains on his hands.

The water was very cold.

But it couldn’t extinguish the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

He turned his head, and Yu Nian had already put on his clothes again, the red robe soft and hanging loosely, enveloping his slim and tall figure.

Yu Nian was studying the painting, his eyes clear and full of admiration.

But for some reason, Qi Wang’s mood suddenly turned sour.

Yu Nian had been in his room all day.

But later on, Qi Wang kept himself occupied with headphones, reading.

Yu Nian occasionally wanted to talk to him, but seeing him like this when he raised his head, he could only slump back in silence.

By nightfall, after eating the dinner Qi Wang had prepared, Yu Nian finally couldn’t find an excuse to stay any longer.

He held his pile of materials and the painting Qi Wang had given him, hesitatingly leaving.

He stood in the corridor.

Holding the painting, but couldn’t help but turn back.

And Qi Wang stood behind the door, in the narrow gap, framed like a picture.

Perhaps due to the difference in height, and backlit, when Yu Nian looked up at Qi Wang, he suddenly felt that his expression was a bit cold.

He hesitated for a moment, softly said, “Then… see you tomorrow.”

Qi Wang also said, “See you tomorrow.”

And after saying this, the door in front of Yu Nian gently closed.

He stood in the corridor for a long while.

The warmth of Qi Wang’s palm seemed to still linger on his shoulder.

He glanced at Qi Wang’s room, pursed his lips, his thoughts spinning, but still returned to his room with the pile of things in his hands.

And behind the door, Qi Wang leaned against his own door, hearing a faint movement from next door, it was Yu Nian’s door opening and closing.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

With Yu Nian not causing any trouble in the room, the house suddenly quietened down.

But with his eyes closed, he could still envision Yu Nian lying on his bed.

Pure white all over, like a piece of flawless jade, without a single flaw.

His long, straight legs casually crossed, Yu Nian looked at him with a hint of a smile, his lips plump and beautiful, slightly curved like a cherry ready to be picked, rosy enough to taste sweet honey.

Qi Wang clenched his teeth, a struggle evident on his face.

However, after a long while, he showed a hint of resignation, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze murky.

He walked to the edge of the bed, straightening out the sheets Yu Nian had wrinkled, and slowly lay down.