Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo gently shook the person in his arms, his voice so tender it could melt your heart.

"My wife, wake up."

"Um……"

Shen Qinghe let out a soft, sweet nasal sound.

Without even opening her eyes, her little head instinctively snuggled closer to Lin Mo, finding a more comfortable position.

"Husband...stop it...I'm sleepy..."

The voice was soft and seductive, with a hint of hoarseness from being excessively pampered. Hearing it, Lin Mo's recently calmed flames were reignited.

He quickly shook his head, trying to clear the jumbled thoughts from his mind.

The important matter is the priority.

"Wife, get up, don't sleep."

Lin Mo continued to shake.

"My husband, I'm suddenly inspired and want to paint."

"draw……?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe finally managed to open one eye with difficulty, her hazy eyes carrying a hint of languor.

She gave a delicate little yawn, her rosy lips pouting.

"If you want to paint, my husband, go to the study... don't disturb my sleep..."

After saying that, she tilted her head to the side and looked like she was about to drift off to sleep again.

"But I don't know where the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are."

Lin Mo quickly spoke up.

"In the study... on the bookshelf on the east wall... there's paint in that biggest wooden box..."

Shen Qinghe hummed incoherently twice, giving Lin Mo directions in a muffled manner.

"Alright."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo nimbly rolled over and got out of bed.

As soon as he left, a large source of heat disappeared from the bed.

Shen Qinghe felt the emptiness and coldness around her and let out an uncomfortable whimper.

She instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around herself, wrapping herself up like a silkworm, and continued to sleep soundly.

In a hazy state, Shen Qinghe felt as if Lin Mo had returned.

A tinkling sound came from beside him, but Lin Mo didn't go back to his warm bed. Instead, he fiddled with something by the bedside.

Although she was still sleepy, her curiosity compelled Shen Qinghe to open her eyes.

She was completely stunned at first glance.

Lin Mo brought out a small table from somewhere and placed it next to the bed.

On the small table, brush washer, paint, ink stick, inkstone... all the Four Treasures of the Study are present.

The brush washer was filled with clear water, and several brightly colored paints were neatly arranged. The ink sticks next to it were still emitting a faint scent of pine.

Husband, what is this...?

What are you doing?

Why did you move all your painting supplies to the bedside?

This strange behavior left Shen Qinghe completely puzzled.

"Husband... what are you doing?"

Lin Mo was intently adding water to the inkstone with a small silver spoon, and upon hearing this, he didn't even look up.

"Drawing."

"draw?"

Shen Qinghe was even more bewildered.

Isn't painting always done on a drawing table in the study?

Who would put their painting table next to their bed?

But then, she seemed to suddenly understand something.

An indescribable sweetness welled up from the bottom of my heart in an instant.

My husband...

It must be because of the thunder last night; they were worried I'd be scared sleeping alone. That's why they moved all their art supplies to the bedside, wanting to keep me company...

How could my husband be so good...

So considerate...

Thinking of this, Shen Qinghe felt her heart melt; it was sweeter than eating honey.

She propped herself up halfway, watching Lin Mo's busy back, her voice filled with emotion and tenderness.

"My husband, you are so good to me..."

Lin Mo was professionally grinding ink when he heard this, and without even looking up, he casually replied.

"Yes, my wife, how are you too?"

"Sweetie, roll over and lie on your stomach."

Shen Qinghe: "Hmm..."

"Um?"

Shen Qinghe's smile suddenly froze.

Turn over?

What turnaround?

Before she could react, Lin Mo had already put down the ink stick and come to the bedside.

He reached out and gently pressed on Shen Qinghe's shoulder, then gave her a push.

Before she could resist, Shen Qinghe was gently flipped over by Lin Mo and placed face down.

Her smooth, silky back was exposed to the cool air without any protection.

The moon-white silk nightgown was already loose and baggy after a night of fussing.

At this moment, she was pinned down, completely losing her ability to cover herself.

From her slender neck to her elegant shoulder blades, and then to her suddenly taut waist...

That breathtaking arc is more captivating than any masterpiece painting.

Shen Qinghe suddenly felt like her brain couldn't process what she was doing.

She lay on the soft bedding, turning her head in confusion.

"Husband, what...what are you doing?"

Lin Mo picked up a brand-new wolf-hair brush, moistened it in water, and looked completely at ease.

"Drawing."

"draw?"

Shen Qinghe was even more bewildered.

"Drawing... why are you asking me to turn over?"

She still didn't understand.

Lin Mo didn't answer, but just waved the pen in front of her, a wolf-like smile on his face.

"Wife, if you don't roll over and lie flat, how am I supposed to draw on your back?"

exist……

On my...back?!

boom!

Those few words, like thunder from the heavens, exploded in Shen Qinghe's mind!

She finally realized what was happening!

I finally understand that the painting Lin Mo was talking about wasn't about painting on paper at all!

His painting is of her!

[Husband...husband...husband...my husband is going to draw on my back?!]

【This...this is unacceptable! This is utterly...utterly shameless!】

Shen Qinghe's face flushed bright red instantly, as if it were on fire, and even the base of her neck turned pink.

She screamed and frantically tried to sit up and hide her back.

"No! My husband, I don't want to!"

"This is outrageous!"

But Lin Mo had anticipated her reaction. He stretched out his long arm, pressed down on her fidgeting shoulders, and leaned down as well.

The warm breath brushed against Shen Qinghe's earlobe.

"My dear wife, be good, don't move."

Lin Mo's voice was deep and hoarse, possessing an irresistible charm.

You have no idea how beautiful your back is.

"This is simply the best painting God has given me; how could I possibly waste it?"

As he spoke, a burning kiss gently landed on her smooth shoulder blade.

"!"

Shen Qinghe shuddered violently, as if struck by an electric current, and the strength to resist that had just risen was instantly drained away.

She lay limply on the bed, feeling both ashamed and angry, her eyes red-rimmed, and she let out a small, animal-like whimper.

"You...you're a scoundrel!"

"Yes, yes, I'm a scoundrel."

Lin Mo readily admitted it, but his other hand didn't stop.

He picked up the freshly moistened brush, but instead of using the tip, he used the cool, smooth handle to gently and slowly begin his strokes along the back of Shen Qinghe's neck, following the graceful spine downwards.

The icy touch contrasted sharply with his burning lips.

"Well……"

Shen Qinghe felt numb all over from the impact, letting out a broken moan, and her toes curled up.

She felt that her body no longer belonged to her.

"Husband, my lord... please... please don't do this..."