The unattainable beauty was driven to depravity and madness by a wicked seed.

Lu Sui said, "I don't know."

"Yes, I know," Shen Qinghuai said to himself.

Lu Sui turned to the side and tilted her head back, "You're making me angry."

Shen Qinghuai kissed his lips, gently nibbling and rubbing them as he spoke, his voice warm and gentle, seemingly tinged with a smile, "You're the one who made me angry. Why did you insist on saying you didn't know just now?"

Lu Suiwei pushed his burning neck with her cool fingers, feeling the throbbing sensation. Her gaze lingered on Shen Qinghuai's face, focusing on his eyes, which could express a variety of emotions. Her voice was a little hoarse from the kisses as she asked, puzzled, "You're so strange."

"Something's strange about it."

"Why did you kiss me?"

"I want to kiss you." Shen Qinghuai didn't hesitate or lie; he simply expressed his feelings at that moment.

Lu Sui was his first love interest. Although he wasn't a feudal person, he wasn't open-minded enough to be completely honest with a second person... Just thinking about it made him feel like he had already cheated on his partner.

Shen Qinghuai couldn't bring himself to do that with a second person. He now considered Lu Sui his boyfriend, but this boyfriend was difficult to get along with and communicate with. As for acknowledging their relationship to others, that depended on Lu Sui's willingness. Whether this relationship was just a fling for Lu Sui or something else, Shen Qinghuai didn't know, and didn't want to know, right now.

Lu Sui's eyelashes fluttered twice, like butterfly wings, bringing with them a warm, moist breath. Shen Qinghuai handed her the Bluetooth earphones. "Do you want to play the sound out?"

Lu Sui was the most shy, how could he possibly play it out loud? Shen Qinghuai knew this and deliberately said it like that. Lu Sui put on his headphones and leaned against Shen Qinghuai's chest, quietly watching the remaining two minutes.

Seeing that Shen Qinghuai put his phone away and stopped watching the next video, he looked up blankly. Shen Qinghuai said, "This is school. Go home and watch it."

Lu Sui immediately felt like he had been tricked. The word "get lost" had just left his mouth when Shen Qinghuai kissed him, giving him the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Shen Qinghuai kissed Lu Sui as he removed Lu Sui's headphones, accidentally touching Lu Sui's earlobe and silencing his soft moan. He mumbled an apology and removed his own headphones as well. After putting them away, he slid down into Lu Sui's arms, tidying the blankets behind him without letting go of Lu Sui.

This was the first time Lu Sui had been hugged so tightly by Shen Qinghuai. He bent his arms and pressed them against Shen Qinghuai's chest, his nose filled with Shen Qinghuai's scent. "Let me go."

Shen Qinghuai patted his shoulder and back gently, "Take a nap."

Like coaxing a child.

"You're lying to me. You're not a blank slate; you know more than I do."

Shen Qinghuai took off his hair tie and loosened his hair. "I'm older than you, so it's normal that I know more."

……

When Lu Sui opened the door to go out, Chen Jingmo was sitting on the sofa outside, scrolling through his phone. He put his index finger to his lips to stop Lu Sui from making a sound and to tell him and Shen Qinghuai to leave quickly.

Lu Sui looked at the lump on the sofa. "Aren't we going to wake him up?"

Chen Jingmo said, "I'm watching him, I'll call him later."

After Lu Sui and Shen Qinghuai left, Chen Jingmo took out the alarm clock from his small room, set the time to 20 minutes later, packed his things, and left as well.

cut.

He wouldn't believe someone who approached him without a purpose.

Jiang Xiu was sleeping so soundly that the alarm clock startled him so much that he jumped to the ground. He barely managed to wriggle out of the sofa cushions, turned off the alarm, rubbed his eyes blankly, and saw that there were still five minutes left before class. He quickly knocked on the doors of two rooms, "Chen Jingmo! Lu Sui! Shen Qinghuai! Get up quickly, class is about to start!"

He tried to open the door, but there was no one inside. Without thinking too much, he grabbed his phone and sprinted back to the classroom just before the bell rang. He turned to look at Lu Sui next to him and felt a little uneasy. He planned to ask Lu Sui after class why he had left him there... He must have forgotten, since he had just eaten lunch with them and they weren't familiar with each other yet.

Today, a well-known professor, Zhou Zhao, came to visit. His art studio, Spring, which he opened three years ago, is famous throughout the country. It's not because he has great achievements in art, but because he is too obsessed with art. His art studio has always been in a state of loss, but his family has a lot of money and keeps pouring money into it. Some of the paintings in the studio are his, while others are collected through special projects and donated by people.

Although he accepted donations, Zhou Zhao was too picky and valued personal taste, so he returned quite a few. The paintings in the gallery were for sale, and he had the recipient's bank account number, so he would split the profits 20/80 with the recipient.

Last year, the art gallery was filled with paintings by an artist using the pseudonym "7". Within half a day, they were all bought and collected. Zhou Zhao regretted it, wishing he had collected two of them first. From then on, he waited for the express delivery every day, but he never received any more paintings from "7".

Zhou Zhao: I'm afraid he's made a fortune and will never come out of retirement again.

Having seen "7's" paintings, no one else's can catch my eye. The annual special collection is coming soon, and Zhou Zhao was selected by lottery to give a lecture at Kyoto University. I hope to have another eye-catching painting.

At the end of his speech, he showed fourteen paintings of the number "7" and asked them to share their thoughts.

"The color scheme in the first painting is bold yet just right. The withered leaves on the ground resemble moths, colliding back and forth between freedom and repression, revealing the inner turmoil."

"The second painting is predominantly blue, with large swathes of speedwell and forget-me-not plants; though there are few green leaves, they are thriving..."

……

Jiang Xiu only knew it looked good, but he didn't have any particular thoughts or know how to praise it. He felt that what the people before him were saying was like doing a reading comprehension exercise—stiff and meaningless. He leaned on the table, moved the easel a little to hide himself, turned his head towards Lu Sui, and whispered to him, "Hey Lu Sui, what do you think of his painting?"

"...Not very good."

"Oh, well..." Why did you leave me in the cafeteria's private room?

Jiang Xiu wanted to ask, but felt he shouldn't look for Lu Sui. Chen Jingmo said he would call him when he left, but Chen Jingmo broke his promise. He was going to find Chen Jingmo after class!

"The student in the last row, by the east window, please share your understanding."

The classroom fell silent for a moment, everyone straining to hear Lu Sui speak. Jiang Xiu choked on his own saliva, lowered his head and pretended to be a good student, not daring to look up and meet Zhou Zhao's gaze. He apologized to Lu Sui in his heart, wishing he hadn't spoken to him, now that the professor had noticed.

"What do you mean by 'understanding'?" Lu Sui asked coldly.

Zhou Zhao pointed to the first painting, "You see these withered leaves that look like butterflies—"

"It doesn't look like it."

"..." He pointed to the second painting, "All blues, what do you think?"

Lu Sui slowly lifted her long eyelashes. "He probably has more blue paint left."

I don't know who laughed first, but the classroom was filled with muffled laughter afterwards. Jiang Xiu didn't laugh. He thought Lu Sui was right. Why did we have to try to understand things in such a deep way?

"What about this one?"

"have no idea."

"..."

"..."