Do You Want To? Part 1

Is it too much?

In the climate-controlled study, Qin Fan looked at the pale gold nightgown tossed on the gray carpet, the expression on her pretty little face composed.

Her mind was full of—

"Don't you know perfectly well whether this is too much?!"

Qin Fan had no intention of doing something so embarrassing. She turned to open the door and leave.

The nude oil painting currently hanging in the study wasn't done with her actually lying on the sofa for the artist; it was painted from a photograph.

But for some reason, the door wouldn't open.

The keypad and fingerprint lock wouldn't open at all.

Qin Fan finally understood why this damn man had locked the door after carrying her in.

Turning around abruptly, Qin Fan glared at him puffing her cheeks, "I won't do it!"

Xie Yanli was already preparing to put his brush to canvas. His deep gaze landed on her exquisite and graceful, nearly naked body. "It's fine. If you're planning to hold this pose, that works too."

Qin Fan: "..."

Seeing that he was actually about to start painting, Qin Fan picked up the nearby nightgown to cover her chest and took a few steps toward the easel, her little face on the verge of a breakdown. "Xie Yanli, don't you dare paint, you're not allowed to paint!"

Xie Yanli trapped her on his knee with one hand. His cool, jade-like palm held the paintbrush and slid it between the messy silk on her body.

The fluffy touch of the brush tip almost made Qin Fan melt in Xie Yanli's arms.

On the verge of tears, she grabbed the brush handle. "Don't..."

Xie Yanli calmly pulled the brush tip away, replacing it with his long finger that had unknowingly grown warm. His thin lips brushed against her small, delicate, and soft earlobe, which was just inches away, slowly planting a cool kiss. "Don't you want to see my painting skills?"

"Do you want to?"

The slightly rough pad of his finger slid across her thin, fair skin. A moist sheen filled Qin Fan's already soul-snatching peach blossom eyes. She bit her lower lip. "No... I want to."

Insisting on not being bewitched by this man.

Xie Yanli wasn't in a hurry. Seeing her fair face covered in a heart-stirring blush, if she were captured on canvas like this, wouldn't it be far more moving than that soulless nude oil painting?

He glanced faintly at the intensely and brightly colored nude oil painting in the study. He had long wanted to replace it.

"This painting in the study isn't beautiful enough. Don't you want to hang a more beautiful one?" Xie Yanli said slowly in her ear. "Every time I'm working, I will look at you."

Seeing Qin Fan slightly stunned, Xie Yanli encircled her small hand and placed it on the part of him that had long been unable to restrain its reaction. His clear voice was tinged with a heart-stopping huskiness. His thin lips covered her ear as he uttered the last three words, one by one:

"Thinking of you."

Qin Fan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She subconsciously looked at the man with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high-bridged nose. He looked emotionless and ascetic, his thin lips currently pursed in a calm arc, a stark contrast to his body's reaction.

The thought of him getting distracted while working, looking at her nude oil painting, and having improper thoughts...

Qin Fan's already restless little heart began to beat faster and faster.

Five minutes later, Qin Fan was lying lazily on a bed of petals. The rich, bright red roses formed a sharp contrast with her snow-white skin. It wasn't the kind of intense light and shadow deliberately emphasized in oil paintings, but a cold and wanton beauty that emanated from her very bones.

She unscrupulously stretched her already beautiful figure.

Qin Fan's fingers touched the soft petals. She hadn't expected this bed of petals to be so comfortable. She didn't forget to bargain with Xie Yanli, "I'm making such a huge sacrifice, even my acting roles aren't this risqué. You have to compensate me."

"You have to do whatever I ask you to do."

"Move into the company next week. No objections."

Actually, Qin Fan wasn't against some small, intimate games between a husband and wife.

Besides, she had wanted to see Xie Yanli lose control. But now, seeing his handsome face completely calm and composed, his brushstrokes steady, it seemed he wasn't captivated by her at all.

Tsk—

Qin Fan seriously suspected whether, in Xie Yanli's eyes right now, she was a peerless beauty or just a soulless sculpture tool.

Xie Yanli didn't answer her, only focused on painting.

Moreover, his painting speed grew faster and faster, making Qin Fan's eyelids heavy.

Unknowingly, lying on the petals, her breathing evened out, and she had actually fallen asleep.

Outside the thick, double-layered curtains, the inky darkness deepened, and the bright moon and stars were hidden behind heavy clouds.

Xie Yanli's sore wrist had stopped at some point.

His gaze, as dark and deep as the inky night sky outside, landed on her slender, fair, and delicate neck, then gradually moved downwards.

The girl lying on the petals was slightly on her side, the curve of her chest exquisitely beautiful and alluring. A stray curl brushed against the white semi-circle of her skin, like a snowflake trembling on a branch in the biting cold, quivering, on the verge of falling but not, tugging at one's heartstrings.

Until someone cupped that trembling snowflake on the branch, a warmth as smooth and delicate as jade fell into his palm, a completely different sensation from a cold snowflake.

When Qin Fan woke up with bleary eyes, she discovered that her knees were covered in rose petal juice, which had spread to other parts of her clean skin.

Even every breath was filled with the fragrance of roses.

"Mm?"

Her soft, boneless body seemed to have lost all its strength, all her weight pressing against the strong, powerful arm wrapped around her waist.

Qin Fan had just opened her eyes, her mind groggy, unable to process the current situation.

Until a strongly aggressive presence came from behind her. In the darkness, the man intertwined his fingers with her rose-juice-stained hand. "Lift your hips."

Qin Fan was still half-asleep, unable to tell if this was a dream or reality.

Perhaps because it had been several months, she found it a bit hard to bear, subconsciously biting her lip to suppress the whimper that almost escaped her lips.

The floral fragrance grew stronger. After the roses were crushed, their juices stained patches of the high-end gray carpet a rose color.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the villa from outside, Qin Fan still hadn't managed to fall back asleep.

"Oh my god, Fanfan, you little fairy, your knees... were you a victim of domestic violence?"

In a newly opened hot spring manor in Bei Cheng, inside an exclusive and hard-to-book high-level VIP private spring, a great beauty with skin like ice and bones of jade, bright eyes and pearly teeth, was leaning against some seemingly messy but stylish rocks. At this moment, her large almond eyes were staring in shock at Qin Fan's knees.

Qin Fan, draped in a hazy pink bath towel, was slowly walking down the steps into the hot spring. Hearing Jiang Yang's shocked voice, she placed the towel on the edge after entering the water, her tone lazy and casual, "Yeah, domestic violence."

Under the bath towel, not only were her snow-white knees covered in faint red marks, but even from her neck downwards, tiny marks spread all the way to the edge of her black bikini.

Jiang Yang opened her red lips, momentarily at a loss for words: "..."

Finally, she could only quietly venture, "Your married sex life is quite, um, wild and unrestrained?"

Qin Fan had originally buried her face in the hot spring water to cool down, but who knew that she would be so choked by these words that she almost blew bubbles.

What the hell, wild and unrestrained.

What a marvelous adjective!

Jiang Yang clutched her pure little heart and took a while to recover. "Tsk tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that Bodhisattva Xie, who usually seems so quiet, emotionless, and desireless... I thought he only knew the missionary position. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Looking at Qin Fan's knees, this must have been a high-difficulty position.

"How is Bodhisattva Xie in that department? How's the hardware? How long can he last in that position from behind?"

Thinking of the scenes from last night, Qin Fan's face abruptly emerged from the hot spring. Her wet hair scattered over her fair shoulders, which were faintly marked with red. She looked like a beautiful water demon, but the words she spoke were extremely ruthless, "Jiang Yang, are you a little hooligan?!"

"What little hooligan? I'm showing earnest concern for our little fairy's marital life!"

Jiang Yang looked at Qin Fan's tiny waist that you could wrap a hand around and her sexy waist dimples, and couldn't resist reaching out to poke her bikini. "Your chest seems to have gone through a second growth spurt."

Qin Fan: "..."

And she says she's not a little hooligan.