My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate!

"Who painted this? I’ll have his head chopped off."

She quickly closed the book, tossed it aside in a panic, and turned to glare at Yun Wanye, both bashful and enraged.

He hadn’t lied to her; it indeed wasn’t a book but a vividly detailed erotic painting.

On the white rice paper, a stunningly beautiful young man and woman lay entangled, their clothes half-open, the scene tantalizing and seductive, making her blush and her heart race at just one glance.

What made her even more ashamed and annoyed was that the two protagonists in the painting were him and her.

How lifelike was the painting?

So lifelike that even her subtle expressions of passion, and the infatuation in her eyes when she looked at him, were clearly depicted.

"My head is quite useful, and also good-looking. It can please the Princess and serve the country in times of need. Can we perhaps spare it?"

He reached out and pinched her soft cheeks, lazily speaking.

Mo Zhaozhao: "..."

"You drew this?"

Although she knew in her heart that besides him, no one else would dare paint her, she still found it preposterous.

He was, after all, the second son of Duke Ning Mansion. What nonsense was he thinking about all day long?

How could he draw such a thing?

"Of course, a gift for the Princess must be personally drawn by me to express sincerity. More importantly, only I can capture the Princess’s true likeness."

He chuckled lightly, his voice inexplicably domineering, leaving Mo Zhaozhao speechless.

Who’s like him, daring enough to draw even her nude likeness?

Wait...

Mo Zhaozhao’s eyes widened, suddenly turning to look at him, and asked, "When was this painted? Before tonight, you definitely hadn’t seen me... that way."

"Which way?"

He squinted his eyes, a teasing smile on his face.

Mo Zhaozhao gritted her teeth, unable to resist kicking at him in frustration, saying, "You know full well what I mean."

"Oh, are you referring to your appearance without clothes? Or how you look when you’re in a moment of passion?"

He casually caught her little foot, playing with it in his palm, still in that carefree manner.

A sensation like an electric shock rushed through her body, and past memories involuntarily resurfaced in her mind. Mo Zhaozhao grew nervous, afraid of rekindling the fire, and hastily withdrew her foot forcefully.

"Speak properly, if you keep this up, I’ll ignore you."

Yun Wanye: "..."

Why is she suddenly so upset?

He reluctantly withdrew his hand, carelessly saying, "Hmm, I started painting this two years ago and only finished it yesterday."

One day two years ago, after having a close encounter with her, he had a lustful dream about her that very night.

That was his first experience of desire.

Since then, she began invading his dreams frequently, her clothing half-open, constantly teasing him.

Many times, he vividly remembered her expressions, some movements, and touch, so real it felt like more than just a dream.

Upon waking, only endless melancholy remained, and he could only paint to relieve the frustration in his heart.

Back then, he never imagined she would soon be lying beneath him.

If he had known she didn’t truly despise him as she seemed to, he should have acted sooner to kick that Lu fellow out.

Mo Zhaozhao was stunned, staring at him in disbelief.

Two years ago?

Had he really started painting that early?

That early, no, no, at such a young age he already had thoughts about her...

"I thought my painting was already perfect, but in truth, the Princess’s figure is even better."

He laughed, his eyes lingering on her. Although covered by the blanket, Mo Zhaozhao inexplicably felt exposed under his gaze.

"..."

This scoundrel, she wanted to gouge his eyes out.

Mo Zhaozhao bit her lip, covering his eyes with her hand.

"Shameless rogue."

"Only for the Princess."

He didn’t mind her insult at all, smiling lazily, lying beside her. Although still an adolescent, he exuded a bewitching charm like a fox spirit.

One could only imagine how charming he would become in a few years.

Mo Zhaozhao swallowed involuntarily, her body going weak from his allure. Despite his brazenness, she couldn’t truly be angry; instead, she felt a sweet, subtle joy in her heart.

Grateful he was lying beside her at that moment.

Sigh...

Amidst her gratitude, Mo Zhaozhao felt a sense of melancholy again.

If he hadn’t come to seduce her, it might have been fine. She could perhaps watch him marry someone else, love another woman.

But he insisted on seducing her, deceiving her body and heart. How could she bear to see him marry someone else in the future?