This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

The farce came to a complete end amidst the murmurs of the crowd. The onlookers dispersed in twos and threes, many of them still offering their greetings to Master Jia's family as they walked away.

As for Master Jia, he left the Oriental Pearl City Plaza looking disheveled, accompanied by two policemen on either side of him.

The reason the police took him away was because Master Jia's actions had already angered the public.

The police were worried that some people in the crowd might become agitated and act irrationally, so they had to personally escort them to ensure their safety.

On the other side, just as Yu Chenzhou expected, the system notification sounded on time, and he successfully obtained another chance to draw a prize.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to worry about others right now, because a lot of young girls were still surrounding him, chattering and asking for his contact information, and some even boldly handed over their phone numbers.

Seeing Xiao Yilin's increasingly jealous expression, Yu Chenzhou decisively squeezed out of the crowd, then hurriedly grabbed Xiao Yilin's hand and ran straight towards the parking lot.

Now he has only one thought: to pick up his car and drive home.

Yu Chenzhou's actions brought a smile to Xiao Yilin's lips.

So as soon as he fastened his seatbelt, he couldn't wait to speak, his tone full of admiration:

"Honey, I didn't know about calligraphy!"

"You looked so handsome when you were so focused on writing and drawing in the square just now, I was absolutely captivated!"

Xiao Yilin leaned lazily against the back of the passenger seat, tilting her head to look at Yu Chenzhou with a charmingly innocent expression. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes held a lingering infatuation as she spoke in a dreamy tone, her voice cloyingly sweet.

"There's a lot you don't know!"

Yu Chenzhou started the car and smoothly merged into the traffic. While focusing on driving without looking to the side, he spoke with a casual arrogance and a hint of smugness in his words.

Xiao Yilin pouted slightly, her tone filled with obvious worry as she thought about what had just happened:

"But you're making me very uneasy."

"Just now, so many young and pretty girls were surrounding you, asking for your contact information and even throwing themselves at you. I was so jealous, it made my heart ache."

Just thinking about Yu Chenzhou's endless talents, which always bring surprises.

But she felt she could never find all of his good points, and a sense of unease crept into Xiao Yilin's heart. She suddenly said with concern, her eyes full of anxiety.

Yu Chenzhou chuckled softly, glanced at her sideways, and spoke with a hint of teasing:

"Hehe, what's wrong? The tall, confident, and outgoing senior who used to love and hate boldly has suddenly become insecure?"

Is she worried that she's not good enough for me, her boyfriend who can't hide his talents?

Don't forget, you're the long-legged senior I've always admired.

Upon hearing this, a touched smile instantly appeared on Xiao Yilin's face. She gently gritted her teeth, and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

She made a little decision in her heart that belonged only to the two of them, and the smile on her lips grew even sweeter.

Because Yu Chenzhou's answer seemed casual, even joking, but the firmness and determination hidden deep in his words were like a reassuring pill.

Instantly calmed Xiao Yilin's previously anxious and uneasy heart, and all her worries vanished in an instant.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking?"

Seeing Xiao Yilin suddenly fall silent, her eyes still filled with a vague longing, Yu Chenzhou couldn't help but feel curious. He turned his head to look at her with a puzzled expression, slowed down the car, and asked softly.

"Hehe, surprise! You'll see when we get home."

Xiao Yilin smiled brightly, her eyes curving into crescents, and said with a grin, her tone full of mystery, deliberately whetting Yu Chenzhou's appetite.

A look of anticipation instantly appeared in Yu Chenzhou's eyes, and his tone was filled with excitement:

"A surprise? I'm really looking forward to going home!"

As Yu Chenzhou eagerly awaited her arrival, Xiao Yilin turned on the car's music system and softly hummed a sweet love song along with the melody.

The car was filled with a warm and romantic atmosphere, and the two chatted and laughed all the way home.

As soon as she entered, Xiao Yilin tiptoed and gently planted a soft kiss on Yu Chenzhou's cheek. Then, she took his hand and shook it, saying sweetly:

"I'll go get ready. You hang up that painting first."

However, there's one condition: it can't be hung above the bed. A photo of us together should be hung above the bed. This painting will be hung at the foot of the bed, so that every time you open your eyes, the first thing you'll see is me.

Seeing her mysterious demeanor, Yu Chenzhou didn't follow her out of curiosity to find out what was going on. He knew that since Xiao Yilin said there was a surprise, she would definitely prepare it well.

So he picked up the picture frame, turned around and went to the study to find the right tools to hang the painting.

Xiao Yilin, on the other hand, went straight to the bedroom.

Not long after, Yu Chenzhou put the painting into the frame and hung it up securely.

He had just turned around to go find Xiao Yilin when the bathroom door in the bedroom clicked open.

With a light layer of moisture clinging to her hair, Xiao Yilin walked slowly out of the bathroom with elegant steps.

The moment Yu Chenzhou's gaze fell on Xiao Yilin, his breath caught in his throat and then became rapid.

My heart was pounding like a drum, and my blood seemed to rush to my head in an instant.

At this moment, Xiao Yilin had completely shed her usual mature and capable professional demeanor, and changed into a pure blue and white sailor uniform, paired with a short pleated mini skirt, revealing her fair and slender long legs.

She looked charming and lively, with a touch of fatal allure.

A captivating smile appeared on Xiao Yilin's face as she gracefully walked towards Yu Chenzhou.

With her gaze fixed on his constantly bobbing Adam's apple, she smiled confidently, then slowly leaned close to his ear, gently blew a breath, and spoke softly in a fragrant voice.

"Honey, do you want to eat first, or take a shower first, or... eat... me... first?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a seductive quality.

Yu Chenzhou felt his cheeks instantly burn. He forcibly suppressed the flutter in his heart and said with a wry smile:

"Sister, this is too much! This surprise is too exciting, I can't handle it."

Although Xiao Yilin was stunningly beautiful and incredibly alluring at that moment, Yu Chenzhou, still retaining his rationality, clearly remembered that her period hadn't ended yet, and he couldn't afford to do anything reckless.

He suppressed his inner turmoil, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Hehe, your calligraphy is so good, could you give me a piece of your work?"

Xiao Yilin completely ignored Yu Chenzhou's complaints, and instead stretched out her fair arm to hook around his neck.

She gently pressed her soft body against him, and after giving him a light kiss on the corner of her lips, a faint blush rose on her cheeks, and she asked in a dreamy gaze.

Upon learning that Xiao Yilin wanted a piece of calligraphy, Yu Chenzhou sighed helplessly, reached out and pinched her cheek, and was even more speechless.

"Just tell me if you want the words, there's no need to tease me like this."

Don't you know I'm feeling really bad right now?

What word do you want?

Xiao Yilin gently shook her head and said in a seductive tone:

"What you just wrote was 'Passing Tangqiao Villa' by Lu Shen, a poet from the Ming Dynasty. Your calligraphy is indeed very good, but I don't really like this poem. I prefer the poems of Tang Dynasty poets."

However, I don't want your finished product; I want you to teach me how to write it yourself, specifically the poem "Sent to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou" by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu.

At this point, Xiao Yilin's cheeks flushed even more deeply, but her eyes remained incredibly firm as she looked directly into Yu Chenzhou's eyes, filled with anticipation and earnestness, as if she were telling him some secret secret.

Upon learning that Xiao Yilin wanted him to teach her how to write "To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou," Yu Chenzhou was initially stunned, but after a few seconds, he realized the deeper meaning of the poem.

He instantly understood her thoughts, and a surprised and excited smile immediately appeared on his face.

"I'll go prepare right now!"

After saying that, Yu Chenzhou lowered his head and gently kissed Xiao Yilin's rosy and soft lips, his tone full of excitement and anticipation.

"I'm waiting for you!"

As she spoke, Xiao Yilin slowly loosened her arms from around Yu Chenzhou's neck, gently pushed him away, and then fell backward.

She lay lazily on the bed, her hands behind her back, watching his back with a smile, her eyes full of love.

Yu Chenzhou, like a child who had received candy, cheered and ran towards the bathroom—yes, not the study, but the bathroom.

After all, how can you teach Xiao Yilin to write if you don't clean the brush thoroughly?

As it turned out, Xiao Yilin was extremely talented. She didn't need Yu Chenzhou to teach her much; she quickly grasped the essence and began writing on her own.

The next day, Saturday.

Because the two of them studied until late last night, they slept very soundly and didn't wake up until after 11 o'clock when the sun was high in the sky.

"It's all my mom's fault. If she hadn't stopped me from going to work, I wouldn't be sleeping with you until now."

After waking up, Xiao Yilin snuggled closer to Yu Chenzhou, finding a comfortable position against his chest, her voice still languid from just waking up, as she softly complained.

Although her words carried a hint of resentment, her body betrayed her by snuggling against him, showing no intention of getting up.

Yu Chenzhou lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, tightened his arms around her, and lay on the bed with a look of contentment, his tone tinged with relief:

"Then I really have to thank my wonderful mother-in-law. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have had the chance to hold you like this and sleep until I naturally wake up."

However, that won't be possible in the future. I've officially returned to work at the hospital, and Lao Lu specially gave me two days off to adjust. Starting next week, overtime will likely become the norm.

Feeling the soft body of the person in his arms, Yu Chenzhou felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

After all, he had been holding back for several days in the face of Xiao Yilin's occasional flirting, but thankfully he no longer had to.

Now that a precedent has been set and Xiao Yilin has successfully mastered the leg techniques and musical scales, it would be natural to review them again in the future to enhance their relationship.

Xiao Yilin gave a soft hum and punched him in the chest.

"That's perfect, so you won't be idle at home all day and just try to find ways to torment me."

Thinking about what happened last night, Xiao Yilin complained speechlessly.

Yu Chenzhou's gaze shifted to the foot of the bed, glancing at the portrait of Xiao Yilin hanging on the wall. A sly glint in his eyes, he asked pointedly:

"Linlin, don't you think that painting looks a bit monotonous hanging there alone?"

The surroundings were empty and desolate, creating an incongruous atmosphere.

Xiao Yilin followed his gaze to the painting at the foot of the bed, then looked at the surrounding walls, and didn't see anything wrong with it, so she asked, puzzled:

"It's alright! I think it looks pretty good. Is there a problem?"

Yu Chenzhou extended his fingertips and gently stroked Xiao Yilin's smooth cheek, a hint of amusement hidden in his eyes, as he coaxed her, saying:

"Look closely, we have such a big bed, and the wall opposite us is so spacious, yet there's only such a small painting hanging there. Don't you think it's a bit abrupt and awkward?"

Xiao Yilin raised an eyebrow, and with a hint of doubt, followed his gaze to carefully examine the opposite wall.

Yu Chenzhou's house is a typical open-plan, single-level design. The core of this design is to eliminate all non-load-bearing partitions and avoid dividing the space with walls.

Instead, they rely on furniture, soft furnishings, lighting, or partitions such as screens and bookshelves to divide functional areas such as living, working, leisure, and sleeping.

So in this house, except for the kitchen which is separate and enclosed, all other areas are connected.

This creates a coherent and open space, allowing for free movement and making the entire house appear more spacious and bright.

The "wall" at the foot of the bed is actually the back of the large bookcase in Yu Chenzhou's study. It was specially made and serves to divide the space.

Xiao Yilin studied it carefully for a moment, but still couldn't see anything abrupt or grasp Yu Chenzhou's true intentions. So she glanced at Yu Chenzhou with a half-smile, her tone slightly teasing:

"Speak up, what mischief are you up to this time? Stop beating around the bush and just say it."

Seeing that she had seen through him, Yu Chenzhou didn't try to hide it anymore. He pointed directly to the wall at the foot of the bed, his eyes filled with expectation, and looked at Xiao Yilin questioningly, saying:

"My idea is simple: to paint a few more pictures for you, to decorate this wall properly, and to make it look more complete and meaningful."

Xiao Yilin reacted instantly, her eyes filled with surprise. She subconsciously asked:

"You mean, you want to paint in the same style as before?"

Upon learning Yu Chenzhou's true thoughts, Xiao Yilin instantly recalled the embarrassing scene when she was being painted.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she immediately sat up straight, her eyes filled with surprise and shyness as she looked at Yu Chenzhou in disbelief.

Yu Chenzhou reached out and pressed her back against his chest, gently patting her back and softly comforting her:

"Don't be shy. Only the two of us know the deeper meaning in the painting. Anyway, other people will just think it's an ordinary portrait and won't be able to see anything special about it."

"But... wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate...?"

Just as Xiao Yilin was about to retort and express her concerns, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She abruptly changed her tone and flipped over to sit on Yu Chenzhou's waist.

Her hands were pressed tightly against his chest, her eyes fixed on his, her tone carrying a hint of accusation:

"Tell me, have you already drawn it?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Chenzhou's eyes flickered noticeably. He did not answer directly, but instinctively looked away from her, not daring to meet her scrutinizing gaze.

Seeing his guilty look, Xiao Yilin immediately understood.

It turns out he had already done it first and then informed the authorities, and finished the painting!

She was both annoyed and amused, and reached out to pinch his cheek:

"So you dare to act without my knowledge and then inform me first!"

When did you draw this?

"I drew this last night while you were sound asleep."

Yu Chenzhou swallowed hard, his gaze involuntarily wandering over her, his voice carrying a low, husky laugh.

After all, Xiao Yilin was wearing a sexy silk nightgown, with fair skin and a curvaceous figure. It was early morning, and he was already somewhat unable to resist the temptation, and his body reacted instantly.

Now that the painting was already finished, there was no point in getting angry. Xiao Yilin's curiosity overcame her shyness, and she leaned forward slightly to ask:

"Since you've already drawn it, I won't blame you."

What era of myself did you draw this time?

"This is a drawing of you practicing calligraphy last night."

I also wrote a poem next to the painting, the one you asked me to teach you.

"Green hills faintly visible, waters stretching far and wide; autumn ends in Jiangnan, yet the grass remains green."

On a moonlit night over the Twenty-Four Bridges, where is the beautiful maiden teaching the flute?

Yu Chenzhou looked like a child caught doing something wrong, his head slightly lowered, his voice soft, not daring to look Xiao Yilin in the eye, his tone somewhat ingratiating.

"You pervert! You actually drew me while I was asleep and even wrote this kind of poem on it! I'll beat you to death!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yilin instantly understood the poem's hidden meaning, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

She was both ashamed and angry, and could no longer hold back. She grabbed the pillow next to her and smashed it hard against Yu Chenzhou's head.

He kept muttering, "I'll beat you to death, you bad guy, you scoundrel."

Yu Chenzhou was already prepared for this. Knowing he was in the wrong, he could only obediently "squat down" with his hands behind his head.

He let Xiao Yilin hit him with a pillow, while he kept begging for mercy:

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I was wrong, okay? Next time I'll definitely let you know before I draw!"

Although he was "beaten up" with a pillow by Xiao Yilin early in the morning, Yu Chenzhou was secretly pleased because he had achieved his goal perfectly.

When Xiao Yilin saw the painting Yu Chenzhou had drawn the night before in the study after getting up, she was initially so ashamed that she wanted to burn it. But when she looked at her own reflection in the painting, with its delicate features and vivid expression, she felt a little reluctant to part with it.

Furthermore, to others, this painting is just an ordinary portrait, and they can't see any special meaning at all.

Because the sweetness and subtlety hidden in the painting were known only to the two of them; they were each other's little secrets.

Left with no other choice, Xiao Yilin agreed to Yu Chenzhou's suggestion to cover the wall with her paintings.

After all, judging from the current situation, it seems that my opposition is useless.

Whenever Xiao Yilin thought about the circumstances under which the painting on the wall was painted, she couldn't help but feel shy.