I met a yandere rich girl online using fake photos, and she kidnapped me.

Upon hearing Huo Nianci ask where to paint next, Lin An swallowed hard and whispered:

"No, maybe we should just forget it. You've already drawn so much."

"Is it a lot?" Huo Nianci looked at the self-portrait on Lin An's chest, then checked the time. "But only 20 minutes have passed, so An'an has no right to object."

After she said that, Lin An lay motionless on the bed, feeling utterly hopeless.

Only twenty minutes have passed.

It feels like a lifetime has passed...

As Lin An was reminiscing, Huo Nianci had already twirled the rose-red marker between her fingers.

Her gaze slowly moved down from Lin An's chest, across his lower abdomen, and finally landed on his most intimate spot.

Huo Nianci's lips suddenly curved into a smile as she looked up at Lin An's face.

Lin An watched her gaze wander, a sense of foreboding rising within him: "You...you're not thinking of drawing there, are you?"

"Is it not allowed?" Huo Nianci tilted her head to look at him.

"It's probably best not to," Lin An said. "This dye doesn't look very good on."

Hearing him say that, Huo Nianci looked down at the colored pencils in her hand, then at the outline of Lin An's thighs, as if she was seriously weighing something.

She paused for a few seconds, then said, "Alright, I agree. Then I'll draw it somewhere else."

After saying that, she reached out and patted Lin An's thigh: "Anyway, you have plenty of space here."

She switched the colored pencil in her hand to a light green one.

Lin An's calves were exposed, followed by his knees, and then the middle of his thighs.

The tip of the colored pencil landed on the skin on the inside of his thigh, and Huo Nianci first drew three small suns.

Draw a circle in bright yellow, and then draw a short radiating line around the circle in orange.

After finishing the sun, he switched to a pink pen and drew a small five-petaled flower above his knee.

Then there's the other thigh, with a row of small clouds and a short tree drawn on it.

After finishing the drawing, Huo Nianci changed to a black marker and wrote a line on the blank space of Lin An's left leg: "Only love Huo Nianci".

After she finished writing, she looked him over and then added a line of small print to the blank space on his right leg: "Huo Nianci's personal little puppy."

She put down her pen, scanned it again from top to bottom as if to make sure nothing was missed, and then gave a satisfied "hmm".

"The front is finished," Huo Nianci patted Lin An on the shoulder, "Turn over, it's time to draw the back."

Lin An turned his head to look at her: "You still want to draw? You've already drawn so much..."

"It hasn't been an hour yet," Huo Nianci interrupted him. "An'an just needs to stay still and doesn't talk so much."

Lin An smacked his lips and turned over.

He buried his face in the pillow and felt Huo Nianci's fingers pinching the zipper of his pajamas and pulling it down.

The fabric on his back parted to the sides, exposing a large area of ​​his back skin.

The next second, her pen tip landed between his shoulder blades, with a slightly heavier pressure than before, drawing a broad outline stroke by stroke.

Lin An lay on the pillow and could feel the wide range of movement of her pen tip, extending from below the back of his neck all the way to above his lower back.

She was drawing a very large pattern, with each stroke spanning a much larger area than the smaller patterns she had drawn before.

She would draw for a while, then stop, change to a different pen, and continue drawing.

Sometimes she would place her palm on the skin of his back, smoothing out a wrinkle.

Lin An felt the skin on his back being gradually covered.

She painted it very full, from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, from the spine to both sides of the waist and abdomen.

She drew and changed pens, drew and changed pens again, outlining the continuous contour lines with ups and downs.

A long time passed, so long that Lin An felt the world was about to end.

Then Huo Nianci put down her pen and tapped a spot on his back with her finger: "All done."

"Finished drawing?" Lin An breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm," Huo Nianci said, "An'an, do you want to know what I drew on your back?"

"I want to know," Lin An wasn't lying. He could still see what was in front of him with his eyes, but he couldn't see what was behind him no matter how hard he tried.

So Huo Nianci patted his back: "Alright, alright, an hour has passed. An'an, you can go to my full-length mirror and see what I drew for you."

"Okay," Lin An slowly turned over and sat up, ignoring the small portrait of Huo Nianci on his chest, as well as the cute patterns and words on his thighs.

He quickly slipped into the dressing room and stood in front of Huo Nianci's full-length mirror.

When Lin An turned his back and looked at his back, he saw a complete landscape painting.

A vast expanse of blue sky and green grass, filled with light blue and emerald green strokes, covered most of the back.

A few white clouds drifted along the edge of the sky, and the grass stretched from waistline to between shoulder blades.

Two small, chibi-style dolls stood on the grass. The smaller one, with pigtails, sat on a swing.

The older one stood behind and reached out to push her.

The swing's arc is drawn very round, as if it's swinging at its highest point.

On the grass in the lower left corner of the picture, there is a four-leaf clover.

Then he turned to the side and noticed a line of tiny words in the dimple of his lower back: "Hope to be with An'an forever."

The handwriting is neat and small, as if it were drawn stroke by stroke with the finest pen tip.

Next to the line of text was a dark red fingerprint, the edges of which were slightly blurred.

Lin An turned to the side in front of the mirror and touched the dark red fingerprint with his finger: "This..."

"I bit my finger to press it," Huo Nianci's voice came from behind, "so An'an wouldn't dare to remove it."

A bloody fingerprint?

Lin An swallowed hard and spun around in front of the mirror again.

I looked at his chest, legs, and back.

"How is it?" Huo Nian stood behind him, gently touching the patterns with one hand. "How did I do?"

"Well, putting aside the fact that you used my body as your canvas, the painting is pretty good."

Lin An wasn't lying.

Huo Nianci can indeed draw anything realistically, and she draws very quickly.

This skill is comparable to that of Lin An, who used to draw beautiful girls in his notebooks during high school.

Thinking of this, Lin An suddenly felt fortunate that she hadn't found the notebook he had hidden at home.

Otherwise, I myself...

He swallowed hard, looked at Huo Nianci in the mirror, thought for a moment, and said, "It's pretty good. You did a really good job drawing."

Huo Nianci smiled slightly: "Then An'an must keep these pictures safe, just like the toenails I painted for you, they can't be faded today."

It won't fade?

"Then I can't take a shower today," Lin An said, looking down at the paintings on his body. "I'm covered in paint and sweat, how can I not shower?"

"What's wrong with not taking a shower?" Huo Nianci stood up from the edge of the bed, walked over to him, and reached out to pull up the open front of his pajamas, letting the fabric cover the pattern on his chest again. "An'an still smells good even if he doesn't shower for a day."

Lin An: "..."