Painting the Bright Moon

When I transmigrated into the body of the villainous supporting actress, I was in the middle of forcing myself upon the down-and-out Male Lead.

Xie Qingyan’s clothes were in disarray, and his expression was submissive.

But I knew he had reached his breaking point.

In the next moment, he would kill me and begin his descent into darkness.

So, I jerked my hand back just as it was about to touch his abs, changed direction to pat his shoulder, and said with a trembling voice:

“Brother, you’ve got a great build.”

“I just happen to need a live model for my painting. Can I hire you?”

Xie Qingyan froze.

Later, under my careful cultivation, his Blackening Value slowly dropped to zero.

Relieved, I lied to him, saying I needed to go buy some brushes, and then I vanished for good.

But I never expected that five years later, he would catch me again.

Inside a dim cage, a soft, delicate paintbrush brushed against my skin, sending waves of tremors through me.

Xie Qingyan painted with slow, deliberate strokes, his voice low and coaxing:

“You’ve been gone so long. Just what kind of brush were you looking for?”

“I have many types here. You can experience them one by one… Whichever one you like, I’ll give it to you.”