Chapter 296: Snatched Away
He knows perfectly well that he doesn’t have the qualifications to have wishful thoughts about this person before him.
However, reason can’t keep his heart under control.
And his self-control is constantly repressing his turbulent emotions.
Not knowing when it begun, Chang Yu’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on the young lady.
Passion, yearning, love, but also forbearing.
When Miss’ eyes were looking at Guan Hu and the other’s bare bodies-
How he wished that those rippling eyes would gaze at him.
That’s why he did it.
He hardly knew any shame as he took his clothes off, and became Lou Beiyu’s model.
His only wish is for that person’s eyes to look at him more, even just a moment more.
When those watery peach-blossom eyes lazily turn towards him, falling upon his bare skin-
Chang Yu almost completely uses up his entire strength just to keep his body from trembling, to suppress the blush on his skin.
The flesh that has been touched by that person’s sight seems to burn in flames.
A sweet burning pain.
This is his happiest moment.
But this is also the only happy moment.
He mustn’t let the Miss find out about his dirty feelings.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the chance to stay by her side.
There’s a loud noise from the roof, and it’s broken pieces come falling down.
It’s followed by a squall of endless fury that directly turns over the ground near the collapsing roof, where Chang Yu and the others are posing.
The furniture in the room crackles and rattles under the onslaught, until they reach a solid and stable state.
Chang Yu, in particular, has been hit directly by that gust, and he is knocked to a corner.
He coughs up a mouthful of blood and loses consciousness.
Xiao Bao comes to his senses in this unexpected turn of events, and he tries to grab Muyan’s hand.
Before he can move however, Muyan has already disappeared from her initial position.
She is firmly imprisoned in an embrace.
There’s a red-hot, almost explosive breath that accompanies a man’s husky and angry voice – it resounds with a rage that wants to tear people into shreds.
“Jun Muyan, you are mine!!!”
The dust billows, preventing the others from taking a clear look at the one who has arrived. They could only make out a vague silhouette.
However, Xiao Bao is the first to react as it’s happening, “Lecher! Let go of my niangqin!!”
Saying that, his tiny form bolts like a cannonball, going over to take Muyan back.
However, the expected impact from a fist hitting flesh doesn’t occur.
The dust settles. Those figures that had just been there, of that man and his mother – they’ve disappeared without a trace.
Xiao Bao rigidly stands in his original spot. His face is like frost, and his eyes are shooting flames.
“Lit… Little Master, what happened?” asks a still-conscious guard from the Ink Camp, with some fear and trepidation, “Is it someone from the Xuan Medical Pavilion? Did they take the Miss away?”
Xiao Bao grinds his teeth and slowly shakes his head.
He takes a deep breath, and only then does he spits out a few words, “Niangqin is alright!”
That lecher is the one who captured his mother, so she is naturally alright!
That scoundrel actually snatched his mother away from him!
Bad egg! Rogue! Hoodlum!
Don’t think that niangqin is yours, don’t think that I can’t find you!
I will definitely take niangqin back!!
Muyan wakes up to the rumbling of her stomach.
The tip of her nose is covered with the scent of food.
She rubs her belly, then she sits up to look around.
She finds herself in an elegantly furnished woman’s bedroom.
Even though it’s a bedroom, there’s a table not far away from her, with delicious foods laid out on top of it.
Moreover, those dishes are still steaming hot.
One look and her appetite is stimulated.
Muyan quickly jumps down from the bed, and uses the water basin at the side to wash her hands and clean her face.
Chapter 294: Wearing too much
The unsettling premonition in their hearts is like a runaway wild horse galloping over.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Lou Beiyu claps his hands and excitedly says: “Didn’t you guys just say that you want me to punish you?”
“There’s no need for a punishment, all of you should just model for me for one day.”
“Just like my guards, take off your clothes and assume various kinds of poses, I swear it’s very easy. I draw very fast…”
Guan Hu feels the overflowing cold sweat oozing out from his head.
He takes a step back, and then another, “Hehe… there’s… there’s no need, it would be better for us to accept the Miss’ and the Little Master’s punishment…”
After saying that, the group looks at Lou Beiyu like they’re looking at a ghost.
They brace themselves to run.
Who knows that it would be at this time that Muyan’s silvery sweet-sounding voice is heard from behind them, “I actually think that this punishment is pretty good.”
Guan Hu’s form goes frozen all of a sudden, the fine cold sweat turns into a waterfall.
Like struggling on the deathbed, “Little Master, we’re willing to receive hellish drills.”
“Right, right! We’re willing to receive hellish practice!”
Xiao Bao looks at them expressionlessly, then he coldly says: “Niangqin says it’s good, then it’s good!”
“Owowow… don’t, aaah–!!!”
While they’re wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves, the several people from the Ink Camp who had beaten up Lou Beiyu and his guards – they’re all stripped off of their clothes.
Only leaving a few suggestive ornaments to cover up the important places on their bodies.
Some have pink scarves.
Some have red maple leaves.
There are even some that have shells with inlaid pearls, specially covering up the three crucial points.
Yan Haotian forcefully suppresses Guan Hu and the others who want to resist.
As soon as he turns around, he sees Feng Haitang standing beside Muyan, and she’s staring attentively at this scene.
Those eyes that have always been indifferent well up with a smiling expression, brimming with interest.
Like a child, curious and innocent.
Yan Haotian hasn’t seen this lively Feng Haitang for a long time.
Since they met again, Yan Haotian has been refusing to accompany Feng Haitang, making her reticent, almost completely losing the smile on her face.
Looking at this scene, Yan Haotian is supposed to be gratified and happy.
However, seeing that Feng Haitang’s eyes are practically stuck to those men’s naked bodies-
Yan Haotian’s heart can’t help but burst into flames. He almost doesn’t think about it, as he steps forward and cover Feng Haitang’s eyes, pulling the other to go out.
Feng Haitang is startled at first, and she wants to resist.
But after she discovers that the person pulling her is Yan Haotian, the corners of her mouth immediately curve up into a gentle smile.
Like that, she obediently follows him to leave.
The pair’s departure doesn’t have any effect on the painting’s progress inside.
Each one in Guan Hu’s group seem like they’re mourning a deceased mother, wishing they could knock their heads and die.
If they knew that beating up that weak chicken would ultimately result in this plight, they would absolutely never touch a hair on that chicken.
Seeing Yan Haotian leave, Guan Hu’s eyeballs spin round and round, secretly wanting to slip away.
Before he could take a step however, he hears Muyan’s smiling voice, “I say, Guan Hu, you seem to be wearing too much clothes on your body. Why don’t you pull down that outer layer of black muslin!”
“Don’t!” at once, Guan Hu is only short of kneeling to this great aunt, “Laozi won’t run! I won’t run, don’t do it!”
The other members of the Ink Camp, those that aren’t receiving punishment – there’s no way that they would worry about the other’s anguished wailing.
Each one of them is snickering and laughing, going over to tear that cloth on him, letting his majestic body be completely displayed in front of others.
Lou Beiyu’s excited eyes are shining.