Lan Qing didn't cry, and Jiang Rin thought that she would be very scared, and she would think like those good-looking women, pulling her clothes and saying that she didn't want to die, begging him to bypass them.

Jiang Rin would break their hands every time and tell them with a smile, don't worry, you will definitely stay in the portrait in the most beautiful posture, he promised.

Moreover, he didn't like their frightened and almost distorted expressions, which were not at all aesthetically pleasing and upset their balance.

After listening to his liking, Lan Qing was silent and hung her head in place for a long time, not seeing any special struggle and disgust.

Jiang Rin breathed a sigh of relief unexpectedly, he didn't lie to her, he seemed to really like Lan Qing, from the first time he met her, the trembling feeling that spread to his soul was almost uncontrollable.

“…… I want to go take a shower. Lan Qing was silent for a long time, and held back a sentence.

The time pointed to five o'clock in dusk, Jiang Rin withdrew her gaze from looking at the clock, and her gaze returned to Lan Qing, she seemed to want to borrow a bath to escape?

"Okay." Jiang Rin agreed with her, removed the other end of the chain from the iron bar, opened the iron cage with his other hand, and then buckled the other end of the chain to his wrist.

Speaking of which, he prefers it that way.

Wouldn't it be better for her to have nowhere to go but by her side?

Lan Qing tensed her nerves and slowly walked out of the iron cage, the thin golden chain on her wrist made a crisp sound, her face was expressionless, her teeth were clenched on her lower lip, and she walked to Jiang Rin's side with a stiff body.

Seeing that she was still very scared, Jiang Rin raised a smile on the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but get closer to her, Lan Qing took a step back to the side as if she was facing a great enemy, but there was no way to retreat, she stuck to the root of the wall, Jiang Rin came to her, one hand was on Lan Qing's side, he whispered in her ear and asked, "Are you afraid of me?" ”

Lan Qing avoided his gaze, and his actions had already shown affirmation.

His fingers were like cold vines, wrapped around his waist inch by inch, and he couldn't move.

His words carried a burning breath on his neck and shoulders, "When you were just asleep, I remembered a painting, a painting that I often wanted to paint when I was a child...... A woman wrapped in butterflies, skin like clotted cream......"

His hand invaded from inside her shirt and touched the warm skin, causing her to shiver.

"Most of the exposed body is swallowed by colorful butterflies, they fly in groups on the woman's body, the fluttering butterfly wings are like rendered paint, layer after layer, outlining her lines, the woman's eyes are as beautiful as yours, so beautiful that people's hearts tremble, and the soul is shocked......"

His fingertips gently slid across Lan Qing's waist, and Lan Qing breathed rapidly, and the roots of his ears turned crimson.

"It was the most beautiful painting I've ever seen, and I've always wanted to draw it with my own hands...... But a woman's face is always so blurry, until the moment she meets you—"

The blood all over his body was boiling at that moment, how could there be such a suitable person?

A year ago, he found a foreign blonde model with a similar temperament and painted "Glamorous Killing", a hundred flowers bloomed, and his face withered, although the finished product shocked the world of painting and put him on the altar in one fell swoop, but for him this painting is not the best work.

"You ......" Lan Qing finally spoke.

Jiang Rin's hand movements slowly stopped, and he leaned over slightly, waiting for what Lan Qing would say.