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

The pen in Lin Mo's hand moved like a mischievous little snake, tracing back and forth along Shen Qinghe's smooth, jade-like back.

Shen Qinghe's body went limp, and she lay on the bed, feeling ashamed and indignant.

"Husband...you...you're bullying me..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, sounding pitiful.

"Be good, don't move."

"Let my husband focus on his creative work."

Lin Mo offered words of comfort, but his hands never stopped moving.

Cinnabar.

It is a red like fresh blood, or like raging flames.

The pen tip was saturated with red ink, and under the lamplight, it presented an eerie and magnificent appearance.

Shen Qinghe's heart tightened, a feeling of unprecedented shame and inexplicable anticipation making her body tense.

Lin Mo leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe:

"My wife, for the first stroke, shall we paint that red lotus I love most from last night's rain?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the cool, damp pen tip, tinged with the color of cinnabar, landed precisely on Shen Qinghe's trembling skin.

"Well……"

Shen Qinghe trembled, her whole body tense like a fully drawn bow.

The sensation of warm skin meeting icy paint is simply unbearable.

Unable to utter another word, she buried her flushed face in the soft pillow, giving up all resistance.

【Aaaaaah! How could my husband do this... drawing all over me!】

What is this drawing...? It's so itchy... and a little cool...

[Oh no, I'm so embarrassed!]

[He was so gentle with her before, I never imagined he was such a scoundrel at heart! What a lecher!]

Lin Mo was fully aware of the internal struggle raging in Shen Qinghe's mind, but remained completely unmoved.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the passion of "artistic creation".

The paintbrush in his hand sometimes lightly touches, sometimes outlines, and sometimes smears with large strokes.

The red of cinnabar, the blue of azurite, the brightness of gamboge...

Various colors bloomed freely on Shen Qinghe's snow-white skin.

Finally, after struggling for almost half an hour, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief and put down his paintbrush with satisfaction.

"Perfect!"

He crossed his arms and admired his masterpiece.

On Shen Qinghe's smooth, jade-like back, a painting titled "Fragrance of Lotus After Rain" was beginning to take shape.

Although the lotus flowers were painted in a somewhat flamboyant manner, and the lotus leaves looked like a tattered palm-leaf fan.

As long as the mood is right, that's enough!

Art is all about expression!

Looking at the "masterpiece" he had personally created, Lin Mo was overjoyed.

The final step is to leave a kiss with your lips!

Lin Mo bent down and accurately located the "signature" on the scroll—Shen Qinghe's waist dimple.

Lin Mo solemnly placed a kiss on his lips.

"Eek!"

Shen Qinghe trembled again, letting out a suppressed moan, and her body went completely limp.

Get it!

Lin Mo rubbed his hands excitedly, struck a pose, and waited for the system's reward to fall from the sky.

Heavenly Sound!

The Six-Fingered Demon of the Lute!

Come on! I'm all set to go!

however……

One second, two seconds...

A minute passed.

My mind remains quiet.

Apart from Shen Qinghe mentally cursing him as a "rogue," "scoundrel," and "big bad guy," there was no other reaction.

The smile on Lin Mo's face gradually froze.

What's going on?

Is the system frozen?

Or is the reward distribution delayed?

He quickly calmed himself down and brought up the system panel to examine it carefully.

[Exclusive Talent]: Heart of the Qin (Not Activated)

[Activation Condition]: Let Shen Qinghe use her body as paper and her lips as a seal, and let the host personally draw a perfect "Lotus Fragrance After Rain" on her body.

[Task Progress]: Artwork quality assessment in progress... Assessment failed.

Lin Mo: "..."

failure?

You're telling me this work of art, the result of my painstaking efforts, is a failure?

He took a closer look at the task rules and then noticed those crucial little words: "Perfect Quality".

Grass!

A plant!

So, this stupid task even has drawing requirements?

What a fuss!

I'm a hardcore gamer, and you expect me to paint a perfect traditional Chinese painting?

Why won't you let me hand-build the lithography machine!

Lin Mo felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

He refused to believe it and activated his [Glassy Eyes] to personally examine his masterpiece.

As the light flashed by, what he considered his "masterpiece" was mercilessly dissected in his field of vision.

[Review: A pile of dog shit. A compositional disaster, clumsy brushstrokes, and color scheme comparable to Aunt Wang's bedsheets. To ruin such a divine painting (referring to Shen Qinghe's beautiful body) like this is simply a catastrophe in art history! I suggest the author gouge out their own eyes as an apology to the spirit of the painting!]

After reading the reviews, Lin Mo was petrified on the spot.

Is my drawing... really that bad?

It's a bit abstract, but it's not so bad as to gouge out your own eyes...

Unfortunately, the mission failed, and the painting had to be erased for now.

"My lady, um... there was a little accident."

Lin Mo coughed twice and picked up a soft cloth soaked in water.

"My husband... I've been inspired again, and I've decided to draw it again, this time I promise it will be even better!"

"?"

Shen Qinghe, who was lying on the bed, suddenly turned around, her eyes filled with accusation, "You came again?"

Before she could protest, Lin Mo had already started wiping her back with a wet cloth.

"ah!"

Shen Qinghe screamed and jumped up.

That feeling was even more excruciating than when I was drawing!

The cool, damp cloth rubbed against her sensitive skin, making her shiver all over from the itching. She almost laughed until tears streamed down her face, yet she was also both ashamed and angry.

"Husband! Please...please stop wiping!"

"It itches so much... haha... please... stop..."

She laughed and dodged at the same time, twisting her body into a beautiful snake on the bed.

Lin Mo spent a great deal of effort to finally clean the "masterpiece".

After doing all this, he plopped down on the edge of the bed, looking at the panting beauty with tears in her eyes, and fell into deep thought.

How can this be done?

The skill of drawing is not like cultivation, which can be directly acquired through enlightenment.

Shen Qinghe, now free, turned around in shame and indignation, pulled the blanket over her head, and used the back of her head to express her anger and dissatisfaction.

[You big bad guy!]

[They drew and erased, driving me crazy! It's absolutely awful! I can't live like this anymore!]

Lin Mo racked his brains, going through all the skills in his mind, but couldn't find anything related to drawing.

Is this "Heavenly Sound" talent just going to be wasted like this?

No, absolutely not!

That's sonic power!

and many more……

draw……

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Lin Mo's mind.

Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting...

He turned his head sharply and looked at the figure on the bed, puffed up and curled up in a small ball.

I rely on!

How could I have forgotten about this?

The perfect master painter is right here in my bed!

Shen Qinghe!

She was the most talented woman in Jiangnan, proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting!

Why don't you just let her teach me?

Lin Mo instantly felt like he was back in action, and a signature smile appeared on his face.

He threw back the covers and quickly slipped inside.

The warmth and intimate atmosphere of the two still lingered in the blankets.

Lin Mo pulled Shen Qinghe, who was still sulking, into his arms from behind and affectionately rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

"My wife, don't be angry."

"snort!"

Shen Qinghe stiffened, letting out a heavy snort from her nose, too lazy to even move.

"My wife, can I talk to you about something?"

Lin Mo's hands started to wander again, slipping under the hem of her nightgown.

"Could you... teach me to draw?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe turned around abruptly, her watery eyes glaring at him with a mixture of shame and anger.

"I won't teach!"

She refused outright, decisively.

"If you want to draw, go mess with the drawing paper! Don't come and mess with me..."

"My lady, you can't say that."

Lin Mo grinned and leaned closer.

"I'm doing this in pursuit of art, so please help me out, okay?"

"not good!"

Shen Qinghe's attitude was resolute.

"Unless... you promise you'll never draw on me again!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo exclaimed, "This won't do!"

How can I complete my task if I don't paint on you?

"I can't guarantee that."

Lin Mo said decisively.

"you!"

Shen Qinghe puffed out her cheeks in anger, looking like a hamster that had been provoked.

Looking at her adorable expression of being both angry and embarrassed, Lin Mo felt a surge of emotion and decided to use the most basic and effective method of persuasion.

He flipped over and pinned Shen Qinghe down again, bracing himself on either side of her with his arms to hold her firmly in place.

"Hey! You! Let me go! I don't want to..."

"Well……"

Shen Qinghe's words came to an abrupt end.

Lin Mo silenced all her protests with his actions.

The bed creaked again.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch..."