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Those who spend over a thousand taels at the tavern can have a custom painting made according to their preferences. I think Liu Wenxing's paintings are quite good, but I’m not sure if he would be willing to let me have one.
Never mind, I’ll just sneak in and take one to enter the competition. He definitely won’t know, and if I win, it’ll be a surprise for him. If I don’t win, he won’t find out and won’t be upset.
That’s settled then. I observed him for a day and waited until he went to water the flowers before quietly slipping into his room. I browsed through his works, and in the end, I chose one that I thought was really good. I hid it in my bosom and was about to leave when I turned around and saw him standing at the door.
“What are you doing?” Liu Wenxing stood there with a frown, questioning me.
Hearing his tone and recalling his aloofness made me feel wronged and angry. I couldn’t help but retort, “Why are you distancing yourself from me?”
“I’m not,” he replied, holding a jug of wine. Upon hearing my question, he awkwardly sat down at the table and poured himself a glass.
I sat next to him. “Is it because of what you heard when I went out a few days ago?”
“Don’t misunderstand; I was just trying to cut ties with them,” I said urgently, tugging at his sleeve.
“Wasn’t it about discussing sending me off for their amusement?”
“Aren’t you the one who said you wanted to live well? What’s this now? What do you take me for?”
Suddenly, he stood up angrily, pulling his sleeve away as he stepped back two paces.
Seeing his fingertips tremble slightly made me realize he was genuinely angry; it wasn’t just simple aloofness anymore. Looking into his sad eyes and noticing his slumped shoulders felt like a needle pricking my heart.
In that moment, I understood that during our time together, I had come to see him as more than just a task. Although we had never been in a romantic relationship, I recognized this feeling of liking someone.
The words stuck in my throat suddenly felt too daunting to say aloud. Glancing at the wine on the table, emboldened by its effects, I took a deep breath and downed half of it in one go before he could stop me.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as I kissed him fiercely.
At first, he resisted, and I didn’t know where I found the strength to overpower him. Once his emotions stabilized, I took his hand and slowly explained, “I met Li Wan'er and Zhao Mengjiao. I told them that you are my husband, that I like you, and that I want to spend my life with you. I asked them not to have any designs on you. In the past, I was bullied by them and even mentioned giving you to them, but that was before I truly got to know you. What I’m saying now about wanting to be with you is genuine; I’m not lying. Please believe me. I will always treat you well.”
Liu Wenxing stood up and walked toward the window, turning his back to me. “Have you really changed? Or is this just another game for you?” His words revealed distrust, making me feel wronged. “Husband, I truly want to change, and my feelings for you are real.”
“Really? Then prove it to me,” he said, stepping closer with a gentle yet seductive smile.
Whether it was the effects of the alcohol or my long period of being single, I foolishly nodded, “Okay.” Grabbing his hand, I took two or three steps to the bed and pushed him down.
In a sudden leap, my lips collided with his teeth. The metallic taste of blood seeped from between my teeth to my tongue as he tried to push me away to see what had happened. I thought he was going to struggle, so I instinctively reached down and grasped his pulse.
When I woke up the next morning, groggy and blinking my eyes open, I looked around at the scattered clothes outside the bed.
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