What a well behaved girl

3.Causing conflict

Inside that magnificent and elegant box, the warm yellow light was like a thin layer of gauze, gently falling. Ye Fan stood side by side with the woman beside him, and the distance between them was only about two meters.

This two-meter distance seemed so close, yet it was as if there was an invisible and indestructible barrier between them.

Ye Fan stood tall and straight. His gaze seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force. Instead of lingering on the woman beside him for even a moment, it was directed straight and deeply towards the newly completed painting.

In the painting, a grand wedding scene was vividly and realistically reproduced. The groom's face was filled with deep affection as he gently kissed the bride.

The two embraced each other amidst the pink petals that filled the sky. The petals fell like snow, creating a dreamy and extremely romantic atmosphere.

The delicate brushstrokes depicted the lace trim of the bride's wedding dress and the exquisite texture of the groom's suit in great detail. Every detail exuded a sweet aroma.

However, on this extremely romantic and pure pink and white background, a striking blood-red color suddenly appeared.

It was a skull outlined with thick strokes. Its lines were rough, as if it had been infused with an evil vitality. It bared its teeth and claws, as if it was about to break free from the constraints of the canvas and bite fiercely at this beautiful world, bringing endless horror and bloodshed.

The strokes of the brush were full of a sense of power. The tension of the brushstrokes was so strong that just a quick glance would leave a deep impression in one's mind, unforgettable for a lifetime.

The unfaded paint was like drops of fresh blood, slowly dripping down the canvas. The red marks meandered all the way, and wherever they went, it seemed as if they were going to completely destroy the romantic wedding background, devouring all the original warmth and sweetness, leaving only a chilling and murderous aura.

Ye Fan's eyes were filled with amazement. He squinted slightly, and his eyes were filled with curiosity and admiration as he stared at this strange painting for a long time.

Then, his gaze slowly shifted downwards to the ground beside him.

There, a red paintbrush that had just been discarded lay quietly. The paint had not completely dried yet, and it spread out a small patch of red mark on the ground, which was just like a strange flower that had quietly bloomed.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the woman beside him again. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Beautiful!" This exclamation was not for her peerless beauty.

Although her appearance was indeed extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, eyes like a clear spring, full of agility and depth, a straight and delicate nose, and lips like a delicate and fragrant rose, Ye Fan's exclamation came from the bottom of his heart, appreciating the unruly and rebellious spirit hidden in her soul.

In Ye Fan's eyes, this woman usually appeared gentle and tolerant in public, like an obedient lamb, but in private, she vented her emotions in such a bold and ruthless way. This strong contrast was like a mysterious puzzle, making him deeply interested in her.

The woman was like a calm lake, looking back at Ye Fan indifferently, with no trace of panic in her eyes as if she had been caught red-handed.

She stood gracefully, looking straight ahead, quietly studying Ye Fan's face. Her gaze was as if she was examining an inanimate object.

After a moment, her red lips parted slightly, and she softly asked, "Single?" Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. However, he still answered truthfully, "Yes."

Then, the woman's gaze slowly shifted downwards and briefly paused on Ye Fan's broad and strong chest.

That chest was like a towering mountain, exuding a unique masculine sense of power. Then, in a flat tone, as if she was talking about the most ordinary thing, she said, "Sleep together?"

When Ye Fan heard this sentence, for a moment, he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

He slightly shook his head, trying to confirm that he hadn't heard it wrong. In front of this painting full of the destructive feeling of the bloody skull, he became more and more aware of the duplicity of the woman in front of him.

She was wearing the most ladylike and even somewhat traditional ill-fitting cheongsam. Although the style of the cheongsam was classic, it was obviously too large in size. Wearing it on her, it made her figure look even more petite and delicate.

She stood gracefully, sideways, showing a gentle and demure posture; the corners of her mouth curved slightly, revealing a just-right smile without showing her teeth, and her demeanor was perfect.

However, when you carefully observed her eyes, you would find that there was a hidden edge in them. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, like a quenched blade that had been frozen for a long time, glinting with a cold light. Although it was deliberately hidden, it inadvertently revealed her true emotions deep in her heart.

"If not, then forget it." Seeing that Ye Fan didn't respond, the woman's tone remained flat. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Her movements were elegant and resolute, without the slightest bit of hesitation.

Ye Fan watched as she calmly opened the door and took a step. He slightly adjusted the collar of his bathrobe. The bathrobe was made of soft silk and fluttered gently with his movement.

He followed her unhurriedly. At this moment, his mind was still racing, and he couldn't react immediately. He needed to think carefully about everything that had just happened.

In addition to being shocked by her extremely bold words, there was also a subtle detail that made him feel puzzled.

Ye Fan clearly remembered that the woman had initially painted with her right hand, but after painting that extremely impactful skull, she threw away the paintbrush with her left hand. What was the profound meaning behind this? Was it a sudden change of habit, or did it have a special meaning? This detail, like a small mystery, kept swirling in his mind.

While thinking, Ye Fan came to the corridor. On the walls on both sides of the corridor hung exquisite paintings, and the floor was paved with smooth marble, reflecting their figures.

The woman walked straight towards a handsome waiter. The waiter was wearing a neat uniform and had a professional smile on his face.

Seeing that she was about to speak. Ye Fan felt a tightness in his heart. For some reason, an inexplicable impulse welled up in his heart. He suddenly quickened his pace and stepped forward quickly. Before this woman could "go crazy," he pulled her into his arms.

Ye Fan was strong and fit. With just a light pull, a red mark quickly appeared on the woman's slender wrist. The red mark was particularly prominent on her snow-white skin.

The woman didn't seem to have much reaction to this. She just calmly raised her eyes and looked at Ye Fan. There was no trace of emotion or warmth in her eyes, and her calmness was somewhat unsettling.

Ye Fan's gaze swept over her delicate face and graceful figure. Her face was like a meticulously carved work of art, and her figure was full of curves, making it impossible to look away.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a sneer with a hint of mockery, and he said, "Okay, let's sleep together!"

In Ye Fan's heart, since this woman was so bold and proactive, and she had such an amazing appearance and unique temperament, why not go with the flow and sleep with the most beautiful woman! As soon as he said this, he dragged Tang Qian in a certain direction.

His steps were firm, with an imposing manner that brooked no refusal, and Tang Qian was pulled by him, following lightly without the slightest struggle.

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Before long, the originally quiet box was suddenly pushed open by a group of people. In an instant, a shrill scream erupted in the box.

"Ah!!! Who destroyed this painting!" A shrill female voice sounded first, full of shock and anger. This voice was like a sharp dagger, breaking the original tranquility.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in a magnificent wedding dress staring furiously at the damaged painting. Her wedding dress was inlaid with countless shining diamonds, glittering brightly under the light. Her long skirt trailed on the ground, like a white cloud.

"What a pity! It was painted so beautifully!" Another person exclaimed, his tone full of regret.

It was a middle-aged man in a suit who spoke. There was regret in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly, as if he was very distressed about the fate of this painting.

"This skull is so terrifying! Is this graffiti?!" Someone pointed at the skull in the painting in horror and said. It was a young girl. She was petite and was now hiding behind her companion, only showing a pair of big eyes full of fear. Looking at the skull, she seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Damn it, where did that b***h go? She stole the limelight of my wedding. I asked her to paint, but why did she leave early? She didn't even wait for me to check it! She caused this painting to be defaced!" The overbearing voice sounded again. Everyone knew without looking that it was the bride, Tang Ying, losing her temper.

She put her hands on her hips, and her makeup was slightly distorted due to anger. Her originally delicate facial features lost some of their beauty at this moment.

"Sister Tang Ying, didn't you force her to wear that ill-fitting dress?" A weak voice said cautiously. As soon as the words were spoken, the speaker realized that she had said the wrong thing. It was a timid bridesmaid. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look into Tang Ying's eyes. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Shut up!" Tang Ying roared angrily, her voice carrying an unquestionable authority. She gave the bridesmaid a fierce glare, and her eyes seemed to be on fire.

"By the way, who is she? She's really so beautiful..." Someone couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. It was a young man. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. As he spoke, he looked around, as if searching for the figure of that mysterious woman.

"Shut up!!" Tang Ying roared angrily again. Her voice echoed in the box, making everyone's ears ache a little.