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... > And a brush has been stuffed into her hands.
Muyan stares blankly. What is she supposed to do with this?
An evil smile emerges in Di Ming Jue’s eyes: “Didn’t you want to paint Ben Jun?”
Muyan looks at his face, so beautiful under the candlelight that it doesn’t seem to belong to a mortal, and she then looks at the painting brush in her hand. She can’t help but gulp.
Paint the man before her eyes half-naked, when he’s more handsome than an evildoer?
Only ...
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