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

Lin Mo then realized he had let something slip and quickly laughed it off.

"I mean, the 'rules' of painting!"

"My painting has form but lacks spirit; I haven't even grasped the true essence yet!"

He was talking nonsense with a straight face.

Shen Qinghe believed it to be true, and her gaze toward him was filled with almost overflowing admiration.

My husband is not only a painting genius, but also has such a rigorous pursuit of art that he even finds this masterpiece to be formless and lacking in spirit...

The difference in our social standing is like heaven and earth!

Upon hearing this sentiment, Lin Mo nearly spat blood onto the painting.

A masterpiece?

In the system's eyes, this is just a painting assignment without any emotion!

What should I do?

The concept of "Shen Yun" is so mysterious and profound. How exactly is it depicted?

Lin Mo scratched his head, staring irritably at the painting "Ink Lotus" on the painting table.

The ink lotus in the painting is technically impeccable, but it just feels... lifeless.

Just when he was at his wit's end, he turned his head unintentionally and met Shen Qinghe's watery eyes beside him.

She stood there gracefully, her pale blue dress making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

Her delicate face was flushed with excitement and admiration, and the unique charm she possessed after being touched by his hands was like a lotus blooming after the rain...

Lin Mo's mind went blank.

He looked down at the lifeless ink lotus on the Xuan paper, then looked up at the vibrant, lively, and blushing "Blue Lotus".

A sudden thought flashed through his mind and instantly dispelled all his confusion.

He got it!

Shen Yun!

Why would he need to look for Shen Yun?

Isn't this living "Shen Yun" standing right in front of him?!

In the system encyclopedia, Shen Qinghe's exclusive title is 【Lotus Fragrance After Rain】!

What he wanted to paint was not just an ordinary lotus flower!

The painting he wanted to make was of Shen Qinghe!

It is this "fragrant lotus after the rain" that has become even more beautiful and charming after he personally watered and nourished it!

Having figured this out, Lin Mo's frustration and irritability vanished.

Instead, there was a raging fire, full of aggression and scorching heat.

"My wife..."

Lin Mo suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Shen Qinghe felt flustered and flustered under his gaze, and her face turned red.

"Husband, my lord... what's wrong?"

Lin Mo's gaze slowly slid from Shen Qinghe's face to her slender neck, then to her curvaceous figure, and finally back to her clear, bewildered eyes.

"I think I know... what the real 'Shen Yun' is now."

"I know... how to draw it now."

Lin Mo grinned.

Shen Qinghe felt uneasy under his gaze, and her small hands instinctively gripped the hem of her clothes.

My husband's expression...

Why is it exactly the same as when I was trying to "bully" her last night?

No, it was even scarier than last night!

That look in her eyes felt like it could burn her whole being!

What's wrong, my husband...? Why are you looking at me like that...?

[He...he wouldn't be thinking of... again...]

Lin Mo didn't care about Shen Qinghe's fluttering heart; he was incredibly excited.

He threw down his paintbrush, rushed to Shen Qinghe, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and his face turned red with excitement.

"My wife, I understand!"

"To create a perfect painting, you absolutely cannot rely on this cold paper and ink!"

Shen Qinghe nodded blankly, then subconsciously replied.

"Then... what will we rely on?"

Lin Mo smiled and reached out to pinch her delicate chin, feeling the smooth and tender texture with his fingertips.

"It requires a painting with warmth, paint that breathes, and... a heart that can feel beauty."

His voice was very low, each word like a feather, gently scratching at Shen Qinghe's heart.

Shen Qinghe's body went limp, and her legs almost gave way.

A painting with warmth... paint that breathes...

[Could my husband be referring to... me?]

A thought that made Shen Qinghe blush so much she felt like she was about to explode popped into her head uncontrollably.

She dared not think any further, so ashamed that even the base of her neck turned pink.

"Husband...you...you're being indecent again..."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm doing all this for art! For the safety of the Lin family!"

Lin Mo looked solemn and simply picked her up horizontally.

"ah!"

Shen Qinghe exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's neck.

"Let's go, my wife!"

Lin Mo carried her and strode towards the bedroom.

"There are too many rules in the study; it's too restrictive and not suitable for artistic creation!"

"Let's go back to our room, and on the bed, let's carefully search for that elusive 'spiritual essence'!"

"Husband...you...you slow down...it's still broad daylight..."

Art knows no day or night!

……

in the bedroom.

The curtains were drawn, the room became dimly lit, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Shen Qinghe sat nervously on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets, her heart pounding wildly.

She knew what was going to happen next.

Although it wasn't the first time, the thought of her husband's ever-changing "artistic creations" still made her so embarrassed that her toes curled up.

Lin Mo walked to the bedside, bent down, and looked Shen Qinghe in the eye.

"My lady, are you ready to dedicate yourself to art?"

Shen Qinghe blushed, not daring to look at him, and only hummed in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

The voice was soft and seductive, making Lin Mo feel hot all over.

He didn't rush to do it like he did last night, but instead gently stroked her cheek.

"My wife, I didn't draw it right last night."

"Um?"

Shen Qinghe looked up in confusion.

"I shouldn't have used a pen to draw."

Lin Mo's gaze was deep, as if he wanted to suck Shen Qinghe's soul into it.

"I should... use my heart and my body to feel and to create."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently placed his warm lips on Shen Qinghe's brow.

"Here, the flower buds are about to bloom..."

Then, there was her pert nose.

"Here, glistening dewdrops adorn the lotus leaves..."

Finally, there were those incredibly soft lips that he had been waiting for.

Lin Mo didn't go deep, but gently caressed her, feeling the sweetness and warmth.

"And here... is the most vibrant touch of red after the rain has cleared..."

Shen Qinghe was completely captivated.

She closed her eyes, her mind blank.

Lin Mo was allowed to carry out his "artistic creation" on her in a completely new way that made her tremble with fear yet fascinated.

My husband... he's not painting...

He is...writing a poem about me...

[It's over... I'm completely hopeless...]

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Mo raised his head.

The beauty in his arms had completely melted into a pool of spring water, her eyes alluring and her whole body exuding a ripe, sweet fragrance.

Lin Mo spoke in a hoarse voice.

"My wife, I feel... inspiration has struck."

"Um……"

Shen Qinghe let out a shy nasal sound.

"This time, we'll definitely succeed!"

Lin Mo's eyes were filled with unprecedented confidence.

This time, he was no longer copying or imitating.

He wanted to pour all the beauty and excitement he felt into his pen!

The painting he wanted to create was uniquely his own: Shen Qinghe!

"Wife, take your clothes off and lie down properly."

Lin Mo's voice was close to Shen Qinghe's ear, and his warm breath made her feel weak all over.

At this point, Shen Qinghe had no intention of resisting at all; her mind was already a complete mess of Lin Mo's shameful words.

Her cheeks flushed, and she obediently removed the last layer of restraint from her body, once again revealing her smooth, jade-like, perfect curves to Lin Mo without reservation...