Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

"Shall we continue?"

"Of course! How could we give up halfway!" Liu Yunshu's speech was already a bit slurred, clearly indicating that she was starting to get drunk.

Liu Yunshu shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Her fingers rummaged through her makeup bag, and she finally found an eyebrow pencil, but she couldn't quite get it to match Lu Yan's eyebrows.

"It's time to draw your eyebrows..." she stammered, her eyes glazed over, her hand holding the eyebrow pencil hovering above his brow bone, unable to find the right direction for a long time.

She cupped Lu Yan's cheeks in her hands, "Don't...don't move!"

Lu Yan was amused by her dizzy appearance, but he still obediently held his breath and didn't dare to turn his head even slightly.

Liu Yunshu squinted, her eyes almost touching his brow bone, and drew several lines in the air with her eyebrow pencil.

"Why are you always moving around! I... I can't draw accurately anymore!"

Liu Yunshu simply straddled Lu Yan, her skirt riding up with the movement, revealing a section of her fair and delicate calves.

She rested her hands on his shoulders, and as she leaned over, her hair fell down, brushing against his neck, carrying the scent of flowers and wine, making his heart tremble with a ticklish feeling.

"Now you can't move, right?" Liu Yunshu shook her head smugly, but the hand holding the eyebrow pencil was still swaying.

Lu Yan subconsciously held her slender waist, his fingertips sinking into the silk fabric. Through the thin layer of clothing, he could clearly feel the warmth of her skin.

"Hmm." His Adam's apple bobbed violently. "He's not moving anymore."

Liu Yunshu was completely oblivious to the hoarseness in his voice, only focusing on squinting at his eyebrows.

She dabbed the eyebrow pencil twice on the arch of his eyebrow, drawing a crooked little point, and then clicked her tongue in satisfaction: "See, that's right..."

As she spoke, she picked up her wine glass and gulped down a glass of red wine. The moment she did, Liu Yunshu let out a soft burp, her cheeks turning as red as a ripe peach.

She placed the empty wine glass on the coffee table, but her hand wasn't steady, and the glass spun twice on the table before stopping.

"It's your turn to drink..." She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes seemed to be fogged with the smell of alcohol, and her breath was a little unsteady as she spoke.

Lu Yan didn't touch his wine glass, but just stared at the person in front of him.

Her skirt had ridden up to her upper thighs, the silk clinging to her skin and outlining her soft curves.

Lu Yan's Adam's apple bobbed again. Instead of touching the wine glass, he reached out and gently took her hand, which was resting on his shoulder, and gazed deeply into her shimmering eyes.

"Stop drinking, you're drunk." His voice was extremely gentle, and his other hand slid down her waist, gently supporting the back of her legs. "Aren't you tired sitting like this?"

Liu Yunshu's mind was hazy, but she felt a comfortable warmth from the temperature of his palm.

She instinctively snuggled closer to him, pressing her cheek against his shirt, and mumbled, "Not tired... I haven't finished drawing yet, I haven't done my eyeliner..."

"Finish your eyebrows first," he reminded her in a hoarse voice, his fingertips gently caressing her waist.

"Drawing eyebrows... Oh right, my eyebrows aren't done yet," Liu Yunshu mumbled sleepily.

She reached out to touch the eyebrow pencil on the carpet, but her fingertips wandered around for a while without finding it. Instead, she accidentally brushed against Lu Yan's hand.

"what?"

Lu Yan: ...

"Huh?"

"Liu Yunshu".

Liu Yunshu was startled by his address of her full name. She blinked her blurry eyes, her fingertips still rubbing against his palm, and asked, "What's wrong...?"

Liu Yunshu broke free from his hand and slapped him on the cheek, looking at him with a rather aggrieved expression.

"Why are you calling me by my full name!"

Lu Yan was stunned by the sudden slap, then chuckled softly. The vibration of his chest traveled through his shirt to Liu Yunshu's cheek, making her feel ticklish.

He raised his hand and gently grasped her hand, which was still pressed against his face. His fingertips caressed the soft flesh of her palm, and his voice was full of indulgent laughter: "Alright, alright, I won't call you by your full name."

He paused, then deliberately leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her reddened earlobe, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Yun Shu?"

"That's more like it..." she muttered, her fingers fidgeting as she drew circles in his palm. "Keep drawing my eyebrows, I'm sure I can do it well this time..."

Lu Yan didn't say anything, but just looked at her indulgently.

"Don't move."

"Why?" Liu Yunshu blinked her wet eyes and reached out to hook Lu Yan's tie. "Didn't you tell me to finish the drawing?"

Looking at Liu Yunshu's determined expression, Lu Yan sighed helplessly. She had really shot herself in the foot!

The next second, she hooked her tie and pulled him forward.

The two suddenly closed the distance between them, their noses almost touching. The smell of alcohol mixed with her breath hit him, making his heart tremble.

"Draw, finish drawing." He repeated in a hoarse voice, his palms unconsciously tightening, pulling her closer into his embrace. "But first, loosen your tie, okay?"

Liu Yunshu wouldn't loosen her grip; instead, she tugged at her tie and shook it. "I won't loosen it. If I do, you'll move..."

"Okay, I won't move, you draw."

Lu Yan resisted the urge to move, but his Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at her furrowed brows, his eyes overflowing with indulgence.

"That's a good girl~"

Her fingertips were soft and warm, carrying the scent of alcohol, making Lu Yan's heart itch.

He grabbed her wrist tightly to stop her from moving, his voice hoarse: "Stop rubbing against me, Yun Shu."

"Why?" Liu Yunshu looked up at him, her eyes misty with tears, as if she had been wronged. "I haven't finished drawing yet..."

"Good boy, be good, and I'll reward you with a crabapple blossom later."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan chuckled softly, "Alright, I'll wait for Yun Shu's crabapple blossoms."

Liu Yunshu squinted and bent over to draw Lu Yan's eyebrows for a while.

"That's not the right posture!"

"What's wrong?" Lu Yan picked her up in his arms.

Liu Yunshu mumbled sleepily, "It's not finished yet... I haven't even done the eyeliner..."

Lu Yan chuckled softly and nibbled at her earlobe: "Draw it tomorrow, let's draw something else tonight."

The bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows face the lake, and moonlight streams in, falling on the clothes scattered on the floor.

The lake water outside the window lapped against the embankment, and the moonlight spilled onto the crabapple blossoms outside the house.

The crabapple petals slowly unfurled in the night, trembling gently in the night breeze.

A butterfly landed on the heart of a flower, its wings still carrying the coolness of the night dew. With each gentle flutter, it seemed as if it wanted to gather the moonlight into the pale pink hue.

The wind softened, carrying the moisture from the lake as it swept across the flower branches.

When Liu Yunshu woke up the next day, her head was throbbing as if it were about to explode, and the spot next to her was already cold.

She sat up and saw Lu Yan standing in front of the French windows making a phone call. The morning light outlined his tall and straight back, and there were still a few ambiguous red marks on his neck.

Hearing the noise, Lu Yan turned around, a smile in his eyes, and said "That's all for now" to the person on the other end of the phone before hanging up.

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to ruffle her hair: "Awake? Does your head still hurt?"

She rubbed her temples, her voice muffled: "It hurts... and I'm a little dizzy."

Lu Yan chuckled softly, got up, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, then took out some hangover medicine from the bedside table: "Take your medicine first. I've made some hangover soup in the kitchen, you can drink it in a bit."

Liu Yunshu took the water glass and swallowed the pill. Only when her fingertips touched the coolness of the glass did she belatedly realize something and suddenly looked up at his face.

The concealer and setting powder had probably been washed away by sweat long ago, but the crooked, pointed brow still had a faint mark.

She chuckled and pointed at his eyebrows: "Ayan, your eyebrows..."

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow, reached out and touched it, his smile deepening: "Teacher Liu's masterpiece? Looks like I wasn't drunk for nothing last night."

"Who's drunk!" Liu Yunshu retorted defiantly, but remembering how she had straddled him and swayed around, the tips of her ears turned red again. "Well... the makeup challenge isn't over yet, I haven't even done my eyeliner."

"Oh?" Lu Yan leaned closer, the morning light falling into his smiling eyes. "Want to continue?"

Liu Yunshu looked back defiantly, "What? Is Ayan scared?"

Lu Yan chuckled softly, his fingertips gently tracing her reddened earlobe, his voice slightly hoarse from the early morning: "I'd be more than happy to."

Liu Yunshu glared at him, lifted the covers to get out of bed, but suddenly felt a weakness between her legs and almost stumbled and fell.

Lu Yan reacted quickly and caught her, his palm pressed against her waist, the temperature of which was surprisingly comforting: "Slow down."

"It's all your fault!" She shook off his hand and walked towards the bathroom. The mirror reflected red marks all over her body, which stretched from her collarbone down to below her neckline.

"Teacher Liu, are you satisfied with my masterpiece?" Lu Yan looked at Liu Yunshu's perfect body, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.