Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 637 No, you really know how?

He turned to the side and took out a small, gilded incense burner from under the low table, lit a stick of incense, and inserted it into the burner, where wisps of smoke rose.

"This is the limit, please do as you please. Just take a bath as usual, there's no need to make a show of yourself for me."

Liu Erlong gave a soft hum and relaxed his body, leaning back against the pool wall.

She wanted to see what kind of trouble this guy could cause.

Dai Chengfeng said no more, his gaze returning to the paper, and he gently touched the charcoal stick in his hand to it.

At first, Liu Erlong was scrutinizing him and watching the show with amusement, glancing at him every now and then.

His hand holding the charcoal stick was steady and natural, his gaze shifting between her and the paper, his expression focused. He wrote without the slightest hesitation, the charcoal stick gliding across the paper with a soft rustling sound, smooth and confident.

In just a moment, the outline had begun to appear on the paper.

Liu Erlong was slightly startled.

Judging from the way this draft is being prepared, it really doesn't seem like something a novice would do.

She straightened her expression slightly, but not wanting to appear too concerned, she simply did as he said and "did as she pleased," and resumed enjoying the medicinal bath.

The warm water massaged her skin, and the fragrance of snow lily was refreshing. She lazily scooped water and poured it on her shoulders and neck, occasionally tossing her long hair or changing to a more comfortable position.

But she could feel Dai Chengfeng's gaze following her like a shadow.

Liu Erlong remained outwardly calm, but his ears gradually began to feel hot.

Being watched while painting is different from simple intimate contact in daily life; it is a slower, more detailed, and more transparent "viewing".

She could even imagine how he saw her at that moment: her long hair was wet, her skin was pink, her eyes and brows held a languid look after the act and the relaxation of a bath, her naked body was faintly visible in the milky white pool water...

"do not move."

She was lost in thought and subconsciously tried to turn away from his gaze, but Dai Chengfeng suddenly spoke up.

The voice was not loud, but it was undeniable.

Liu Erlong paused and looked at him.

Dai Chengfeng did not look up; his gaze remained fixed on the paper. He quickly rubbed the paper with the charcoal stick in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, extremely focused.

“That was a good posture,” he said softly. “Relax your shoulders a little more, yes…”

"Til your head slightly, and you don't need to look at me; just let your gaze fall on the water's surface."

Liu Erlong pursed her lips and, as if possessed, did as she was told.

When she came to her senses, she couldn't help but feel annoyed: why did I listen to him?

But the bet had already been made, and he was now the "artist," so my cooperation didn't count as a loss.

Liu Erlong comforted herself in this way, and she really relaxed. Her gaze lazily fell on the white petals floating on the water, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

Dai Chengfeng painted extremely quickly.

The sounds of rustling and slight friction were constant.

Liu Erlong occasionally glanced at him and could only see his lowered profile, his expression serious and focused like never before seen.

This version of Dai Chengfeng is strangely unfamiliar, yet inexplicably captivating.

Time flows silently.

The incense sticks burned silently, leaving behind inch-long trails of ash.

The bath was filled with steam and the aroma of herbs.

Liu Erlong felt completely relaxed after soaking in the warm medicinal liquid, and her soul power circulated slowly under its nourishing warmth. She was almost falling asleep.

"All right."

Dai Chengfeng's voice woke her from her half-awake state.

Liu Erlong blinked and saw that he had put down the charcoal stick and was gently blowing on the drawing paper in his hand to remove the excess charcoal powder.

The incense stick had just burned to the end, and the last wisp of smoke dissipated into the air.

"One incense stick's time, just right." Dai Chengfeng looked up and smiled at her.

Liu Erlong sat up straight, causing ripples on the water's surface.

She looked at the drawing paper in his hand, her heart filled with a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

"Finished drawing? Let me see it."

"Don't worry."

Dai Chengfeng, however, was in no hurry to show it. Instead, he placed the drawing paper face down on his lap and looked at her leisurely. "Tell me first, sister, what do you think of my drawing? Is it pleasing to the eye?"

Liu Erlong was intrigued by his suspenseful attitude and said irritably:
"I haven't seen it yet, how can I comment? Dai Chengfeng, stop being so mysterious."

"Then please take a look, sister."

Dai Chengfeng then smiled, turned the drawing paper over, and faced her.

Liu Erlong's gaze fell on the paper, and in an instant, her phoenix eyes widened slightly, and she was momentarily speechless.

What appears on the paper is a picture composed of black, white and gray, without color, yet with amazing vividness and three-dimensionality.

The background features misty water vapor and the texture of warm jade on the pool wall, with brushstrokes that are concise yet rich in texture.

At the center of the image is her in the bathtub.

She leaned against the edge of the pool, most of her body submerged in the milky white water, revealing only her rounded shoulders, delicate collarbones, and part of her graceful back curve.

Her long hair was wet, some strands clinging to her cheeks and neck, others floating on the water's surface, the direction of the hair blending seamlessly with the ripples of the water, fluffy and soft.

Her face was slightly turned to one side, her eyelids were half-closed, and her gaze was dreamily fixed on the petals on the water's surface. Tiny water droplets seemed to still be condensed on her long eyelashes.

Her nose was straight and delicate, her red lips were slightly parted, and the corners of her mouth had a very faint, lazy curve.

Her expression was relaxed and content, yet tinged with post-coital bliss and a touch of weariness—it was her most natural state just now.

The underwater outline of the body is faintly visible, and the reflection of the warm jade pool wall and the light and shadow of the water ripples intertwine, cleverly outlining the curve of the waist and the undulation of the hip line.

One arm is casually draped over the edge of the pool, with fingers hanging naturally, while the other hand is submerged underwater, with only the wrist and above visible.

The handling of light and shadow is extremely exquisite, with clear distinctions between bright areas, dark areas, reflections, and shadows, perfectly capturing the warmth of the jade, the ripples of water, and the luster of the skin.

Especially her eyes and expression; it was as if you could feel her relaxation and slight embarrassment through the paper.

That's not a cold portrait, but a moment with warmth, emotion, and a story.

Seven parts charm? More than seven parts!
Liu Erlong stared blankly at himself in the painting, his heart filled with indescribable shock.

She had never seen herself from this perspective before, nor had she ever imagined that someone could capture her appearance and even her state of mind at this moment so accurately and vividly.

This is not just a "likeness," it's an imprint of the soul of that moment.

"you……"

She looked up at Dai Chengfeng, her gaze complex, "When did you learn that?"

Dai Chengfeng carefully placed the drawing paper aside in a dry place, patted the charcoal powder off his hands, and smiled upon hearing this:
"If I said it was a skill I brought from a past life, would you believe me, sister?"

"Stop fooling around..." Liu Erlong rolled her eyes at Dai Chengfeng. "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. What's with all this talk about past lives?"

Well, nobody believes me when I tell the truth.

Dai Chengfeng smiled and shrugged.

Dai Chengfeng certainly didn't learn to paint in this life, but in his previous life he came from a Taoist academy and drew talismans in his spare time. How could he draw talismans without a certain level of painting skills?
"Erlong, did I win this bet?"

Liu Erlong came to her senses and met his smiling eyes. The shock she had just felt subsided, replaced by a hint of annoyance at being "outmaneuvered" and a sense of acceptance of defeat.

She snorted and turned her face away: "The drawing... is passable, you win."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

Dai Chengfeng, however, was not in a hurry to make demands.

"I need to think about this carefully," he said slowly. "Opportunities to get you to agree to something are rare, and I can't afford to waste them."

(End of this chapter)