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

Liu Yunshu breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him leave so decisively.

After finishing the milk in one gulp, he picked up his paintbrush and painted for a while.

Before long, a feeling of drowsiness slowly crept over me like a tide.

She thought it was because she had stayed up too late last night to work on the details, plus the studio was warm and softly lit, with a faint floral fragrance.

Weariness then crept up quietly through my limbs and bones.

"Why... am I so sleepy..."

She murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a pool of spring water.

The arm supporting the easel swayed slightly, but ultimately, unable to resist the overwhelming sleepiness, she tilted her head to the side and fell into a deep sleep on the easel.

The studio door was gently pushed open a crack, and Liu Chengyan walked in silently.

The gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses was fixed on the person sleeping soundly on the drawing table.

Liu Chengyan walked very quietly to the painting table.

He leaned down, his gaze falling on Liu Yunshu's peaceful sleeping face.

Her porcelain-white skin had a hazy glow under the warm light, and the tip of her nose was tinged with a faint pink.

He gently brushed his fingertips through the stray hairs that fell beside her cheek, the touch soft and smooth.

The desire for control and pity intertwined in my heart, growing ever stronger.

He bent down and carefully picked up Liu Yunshu.

The person in his arms was slender and light, her breath carrying the unique sweet scent of a young girl.

It crept up his neck and into his nasal cavity, tickling his heart.

He carried her and slowly walked to the sofa in the corner of the studio, gently placing her on the soft sofa.

As he adjusted her sleeping position, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against her warm, delicate cheek.

The sensation made him pause almost imperceptibly, his gaze falling on the two slightly parted, naturally pink lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed silently, and his eyes instantly darkened like night.

He slowly leaned down and gently covered her lips with his.

The moment she was touched, Liu Yunshu unconsciously furrowed her brow slightly in her sleep.

A very subtle, cat-like whimper escaped from her lips.

This unintentional reaction only added to her charming innocence, further igniting the predatory desire lurking in the darkness.

Liu Chengyan's movements were extremely light, and the touch of their lips together was more delicate and smooth than he could have imagined.

With each breath, you can smell the faint milky scent lingering on her lips and teeth, mixed with her unique girlish sweetness.

The subtle threads of emotion seeped into his heart, stirring the hidden fire deep within his eyes to burn ever brighter.

He didn't rush to deepen the touch, but gently caressed the person in his arms, feeling the subtle rise and fall of their breath.

His palm unconsciously covered her slender waist, his fingertips tracing the stunning curves through the soft fabric.

His gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses was deep and intense; his once gentle eyes were now filled with an unyielding possessiveness, and even his breathing became hot.

Liu Yunshu murmured softly in her sleep, tilting her head slightly, her lips inadvertently brushing against his lips, carrying an unconscious softness.

This subtle response acted as a catalyst, instantly igniting the desire in Liu Chengyan's heart.

He kissed her again, this time not just a fleeting touch, but with greater force.

He patiently pried open her unguarded lips and teeth, and plunged in, wantonly exploring and seizing all the softness and sweetness inside.

The studio was so quiet that only the sound of their intertwined breathing could be heard, and the warm light gently shone on their embracing figures.

Even the fragrance of flowers in the air was tinged with a lingering, ambiguous allure.

Ryu Seung-yeon's kiss deepened, filled with a long-suppressed desire.

He poured all his possessiveness and excitement into this kiss, which carried a sense of predation.

It was as if it wanted to devour her whole, to completely imprint its own mark on her.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally managed to slowly back away a little distance.

Looking down, I saw that her lips were swollen and full from the kiss, glistening with an alluring moisture.

Her sleeping face seemed to be tinged with a blush of emotion.

A mixture of satisfaction, control, and a deeper longing gripped his heart like a poisonous ivy.

A faint, confident smile curved his lips.

He knelt on the ground, tilted his head slightly, and gently pressed his cheek against her warm neck.

He buried his nose deep inside, inhaling the sweet, alluring scent that stirred his desire, which had just been slightly appeased.

The thin silver chain bracelet on Liu Yunshu's wrist swayed gently, making a soft clinking sound.

In her sleep, she seemed to feel the restraint on her wrist. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft moan, her voice as gentle and aggrieved as a kitten's.

His wrist instinctively tried to break free, but the slight struggle did not make him loosen his grip.

Instead, it acted like a stimulant, making the possessiveness in his eyes burn even hotter, and even his breathing became heavier.

"Yun Shu..."

He leaned down, his thin lips almost touching her sensitive, red earlobe, his voice low and hoarse.

"Don't hide...you can't escape."

After a long while, a deep sigh escaped his throat, and he slowly exhaled a hot breath.

He lowered his eyes, gazing almost greedily at the appearance of the person in his arms.

Her lips were swollen and moist from his kisses, and the blush of passion on her porcelain-white cheeks had not yet faded. Her breath carried a hint of lazy and innocent sweetness.

She looked like a gardenia flower moistened by the morning dew.

It presents an extreme, fragile, and breathtaking beauty.

"From the moment you crashed into my arms, it was destined that you couldn't escape."

His thin lips pressed lightly against the side of her neck, his voice low and deep like a lover's whisper, yet every word carried an undeniable air of control.

He took a wet wipe that had been prepared beforehand and gently and delicately wiped her hands.

Liu Yunshu unconsciously curled her fingertips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not wake up.

It shrank deeper into the sofa, like a little rabbit yearning for warmth, making it even more endearing.

His gaze swept over the few fresh gardenias displayed in a crystal vase on the small table next to the sofa.

The petals were as white as snow, glistening with fine morning dew. Their sweet fragrance mingled with the scent of the person in my arms, a gentle scent that sent shivers down my spine.

He gently picked up a petal with his fingertips; the touch was delicate and soft, just like her skin.

They all possess a fragile beauty that needs careful protection, yet makes one want to destroy them forcefully.

He picked out one of the gardenias and gently brushed the morning dew off the petals with his fingertips.

The pale white petals shimmered with a translucent luster under the warm light, and a sweet fragrance wafted to the tip of the nose.

"Such a delicate and fragile flower..."

He muttered to himself, but his gaze remained fixed on the sleeping face on the sofa, as if he were scrutinizing the owner of the flower through it.

"How could he possibly protect them?"

After saying that, he applied slight pressure with his fingertips.

The pale white petals were gently crushed into fine marks in his palm.

The sweet juice clung to her fingertips, much like the barely concealed glint of tears in her eyes—fragile yet alluring.

"Really..."

He brought his fingertips close, inhaled deeply with almost ecstasy, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice low and barely audible.

"...So delicious it's hard to resist."

After tidying her up properly, Liu Chengyan got up and sat by the window, gazing at her with deep eyes.

He didn't administer a strong dose of the drug; she should wake up soon.

Warm light spilled across the edge of the sofa and fell on Liu Yunshu's trembling eyelashes.

In less than half an hour, her eyelids twitched slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, still dazed from just waking up.

When I first opened my eyes, my vision was still a little blurry.

The warm light in the studio made her squint unconsciously, and the familiar scent of flowers and art supplies filled her nostrils.

She propped herself up on the sofa and belatedly realized that she had fallen asleep on the sofa instead of at the drawing table.

"How...how did I get here?" she murmured, her voice soft and hoarse from just waking up.

Her last memory was clearly that she couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell unconscious while slumped over the drawing table.

Liu Yunshu's gaze inadvertently swept across the window, but she suddenly stopped, her heart skipping a beat.

Ryu Seung-yeon was sitting there.

The sunlight streaming through the window outlined his elegant and upright profile, with an open art book casually held between his fingers.

His gaze was fixed on the pages of the book, his expression focused and calm.

"Mr. Liu, why are you here?" Her voice trembled.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chengyan raised his eyes, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses gentle and warm.

He closed the book, his fingertips gently tracing the patterns on the cover, his voice deep and warm.

"I wanted to check if you were so focused on your work that you forgot to rest, but when I opened the door, I found you asleep at your drawing table."

"The drawing table is too hard; lying on it for too long can easily make you catch a cold and is also bad for your cervical spine. So, I took the liberty of moving you to the sofa."

His tone was calm, but when his gaze fell on her reddened lips, a faint dark glint flashed in his eyes, which was quickly covered by a gentle warmth.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu..."

She lowered her head, her fingertips clutching the hem of her skirt, her voice so soft it seemed to melt into the air, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

"I...I didn't fall asleep on purpose, it's just..."

"It's alright."

Liu Chengyan interrupted her, got up and walked slowly to the sofa. His palm naturally landed on the top of her head and gently rubbed it.

"Creating is mentally taxing, so take a break when you're tired. Don't force yourself."

His warm palms covered the top of her head, carrying his unique woody scent, which made Liu Yunshu stiffen.

She tried to get up by supporting herself on the sofa, but due to the dizziness from just waking up, her body swayed slightly.

Liu Chengyan naturally supported her waist, his palm pressed tightly against the soft fabric.

Feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms, a surge of possessiveness welled up in his eyes once more.

He deliberately slowed down the speed at which he released her, his fingertips gently caressing her waist.

He only slowly withdrew his hand when he saw her cheeks turn so red they were almost bleeding.

But the moment his fingertips left, they inadvertently brushed against her waist, causing her to tremble slightly again.

"Be careful," he said gently. "Are you hungry from sleeping?"

He casually picked up a soft pastry and handed it to her. His long, clean fingertips made the pastry look even more tempting.

"Eat something to tide you over first." His voice was gentle, his gaze fixed on her flushed cheeks.

Liu Yunshu hesitated before reaching out to take it, thanked her softly, and then ate it in small bites.

Liu Chengyan sat on the sofa next to her without saying a word, just quietly watching her eat.

When chewing, her cheeks puff out slightly, like a little rabbit eating, cute and tempting.

He unconsciously rubbed his knuckles, but the scene kept replaying in his mind.

A lingering kiss...

The flexibility of the waist...

And there's something warm and comforting...

They are all etched in my heart, and I can't shake them off.