Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 100 Would you call your friend "husband"?
Because she never expected that Jun Yiqing, who was usually aloof and distant and had taken the initiative to keep his distance from her, would one day turn evil.

So when a class ended and all the students were leaving, Jun Yiqing was the only one who spoke up to ask her to stay.

Minghua nodded in agreement without any suspicion.

The other students in the class exchanged a knowing glance and quickly left.

Within minutes, the classroom, which had been packed with students, was now empty except for Jun Yiqing and Ming Hua.

Minghua turned around, raised her eyebrows, and smiled brightly:

"Teacher Jun, is there something you need?"

Looking at Ming Hua, Jun Yiqing's eyes softened with a gentle smile as he replied:

"The school opened a private art studio for me. Would you like to go check it out together?"

Most people look at Jun Yiqing's paintings with the intention of relaxing their minds. Occasionally, a few people can carefully appreciate the personal emotions contained in the paintings, but they can hardly explain why.

So when Minghua heard Jun Yiqing's invitation, she not only didn't doubt it, but her eyes lit up.

Nodded:

"Okay, is Teacher Jun preparing to release a new work?"

Minghua had a good look at Jun Yiqing's new works at the last art exhibition, and they certainly lived up to his reputation as a genius painter.

Perhaps it is because of the fact that he has done something to the extreme that his paintings can have a healing effect that relieves mental turmoil.

But that's not right either. Ever since Jun Yiqing, that oddball whose paintings have a healing effect, appeared, quite a few people on the main planet have also started learning to paint.

However, none of them could achieve the same effect.

Could it be that Jun Yiqing's painting process is different?
As Minghua thought this, a hint of curiosity flickered across her face:
"Teacher Jun, can I watch you draw later?"

Listening to Minghua repeatedly addressing him as "Teacher Jun," and her words aimed at distancing herself from him, I realized that Minghua was very different from her.

Jun Yiqing's eyes deepened, but his expression remained unchanged, and the smile on his lips still conveyed his gentle and reliable demeanor.

"Of course, I'm just about to start a new painting."

"Really?" Minghua's eyes widened even more upon hearing this.

She has beautiful, round, almond-shaped eyes and looks very well-behaved.

Only Jun Yiqing knew that when she slapped Jin Chenye's face, she showed no mercy whatsoever.

She might get so angry that she'll call out the man's name directly.

Any of these sounds better than those distant "Teacher Jun" greetings.

Jun Yiqing was extremely jealous, but he disguised it perfectly, revealing not a trace of emotion.

Minghua was still immersed in the excitement of seeing Jun Yiqing paint live, and was completely unaware of what was happening.

It's a specially approved private studio, located far from the school playground and busy area so as not to disturb the artist's inspiration.

The more they walked, the more tranquil the place became. Just as Minghua's brows began to furrow, Jun Yiqing spoke:
"arrive."

A man in a white shirt and suit pants opened the studio door and stepped into the room first.

As if knowing Minghua's worries, she pretended perfectly and went straight to sit down in front of the easel in the middle of the studio.

The morning sun shone through the clean, transparent glass window into the room, illuminating the man and making him appear even more radiant and refined, like a piece of jade.

Not to mention that Jun Yiqing's entire focus seemed to be on the easel at this moment. His slender and strong fingers picked up the paintbrush and began to move on the canvas, making him appear charismatic.

Minghua's eyes flickered, and she sighed inwardly at how narcissistic she really was.

Why do I feel that Jun Yiqing might also go crazy like Fu Shizheng and Jin Chenye?

I really think too much.

Her thoughts settled, and she happily strode into the studio, unaware of Jun Yiqing's sudden relaxation in his breathing.

Upon entering the studio, Minghua saw Jun Yiqing painting intently. After circling around him, she looked up and down at some of the artworks hanging in the rather dull studio.

Suddenly, Jun Yiqing's voice was heard:

"If you feel bored, there's a coffee table over there where you can sit and rest for a while."

Minghua looked up following his direction, her initial confusion about why a private art studio would have a coffee table for receiving guests quickly turning into a focus on the delicate little cakes and milk placed on it.

I woke up too late this morning and didn't have breakfast. Now I'm hungry.

The smile on his face became much more genuine.

"Thank you, Teacher Jun."

After saying that, he walked straight to the coffee table.

I carefully took a piece of cake, pinched it, and fed it into my mouth, then drank two sips of milk.

A mustache suddenly appeared above his soft lips, and when he looked up at people, it became even more outrageous:

"Teacher Jun," Minghua waved the cake in her hand, "would you like one?"

Jun Yiqing shook his head, unmoved, his gaze fixed intently on the canvas before him, though his brush remained motionless for a long time. His clear, cold voice rang out:

"Need not."

"Ok."

After asking her question, Minghua buried her head in her food and started eating again.

It must be said that Jun Yiqing has a good eye for choosing.

The little cake I bought is really delicious.

Just ...

Minghua blinked her beautiful, bright peach blossom eyes, and her body seemed to slump as if she were tired.

Why am I so sleepy!

Minghua sighed, and only when she saw Jun Yiqing stand up from the easel and walk towards her did she realize what was happening.

Depend on!
Jun Yiqing actually drugged her.

Men are all dogs.

I will never trust any man again.

Minghua's last memory was of being picked up by Jun Yiqing, her head buried in his arms, the cool scent of fir wood warming her skin, making her feel cozy.

*
half an hour later
Minghua opened her eyes.

My hands and feet were still weak and I couldn't muster any strength.

However, he remained completely conscious.

Minghua's face turned completely cold as she looked at Jun Yiqing, who was standing not far away, intently watching her, and said in a cold tone:
"Teacher Jun, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Yiqing stood up, walked to Minghua's side, and placed his index finger on Minghua's red lips.

"I told you last time, don't call me Teacher Jun, you can call me Yiqing, or you can call me husband."

"But Huahua, you can never remember."

Jun Yiqing sighed as he finished speaking, looking quite helpless.

"She's always so distant with me, yet so friendly with other men. It's really... infuriating."

Since no one else is among Minghua's options, they can still manipulate Minghua's emotions by acting crazy.

He had close contact with Minghua.

Why can't he?
He also wanted to be closer to Huahua, even closer.

"Huahua, you've been so naughty, I'm going to punish you."

Jun Yiqing's eyes met Ming Hua's, his gaze filled with unwavering obsession.

It's obvious that they will definitely keep their word.

Minghua was utterly shocked, never expecting Jun Yiqing to turn out like this.

He tried to salvage the situation by saying:
"Teacher Jun, no, Yiqing, please don't do this. Aren't we friends?"

"Who said I wanted to be your friend? Would you call your friend 'husband'?"

As Jun Yiqing spoke, he reached out and touched the hem of Minghua's dress.

(End of this chapter)