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”Hmm,” Ouyang Xianyue nodded gently, her gaze as calm as still water, ”What do you think of my writing?”

”The characters have a strong presence, the brushwork is restrained, yet hides an imperceptible edge. However, the imagery in the last two lines, I’m still not completely sure I understand.”

”Oh?” She tilted her head slightly, chuckling softly, her tone unhurried, ”Actually, it’s quite simple.”

She extended her slender fingers, lightly touching the scroll.

”’This life if a dream,’ speaks of life as a dream, gatherings and partings like smoke. And ’why not enjoy the autumn reds’...” She lifted her deep eyes, unabashedly meeting Tang Song’s gaze, her voice as soft as a whisper, ”... refers, naturally, to the full foliage of red leaves. In such a beautiful setting, if we can enjoy it together, why not?”

Her words were flawless.

It seemed it was only that Tang Song had overthought things.

Yet her gaze unmistakably carried ripples that stirred the imagination.

Tang Song’s heart felt as though it was gently brushed by a feather, itchy and tingling.

He couldn’t help but follow her words and ask, ”I see, then who would you like to share it with?”

”Perhaps within the painting, or maybe beyond it? What do you think?”

Ouyang Xianyue’s lips curved into a smile, saying nothing more.

Her fingers slowly glided, brushing over the figure beneath the red maple tree in the painting.

Rationality is like a mirror, emotions like fog.

The air seemed to freeze in that moment.

Tang Song’s eye twitched.

Oh man! Miss Ouyang, you’re certainly a cultured person!

It was his first time interacting on an emotional level with a woman of such caliber.

Every word she spoke was like a Tai Chi maneuver, appearing soft and weak, yet secretly formidable.

She could always return every question in a more ambiguous way.

Especially given Ouyang Xianyue’s unique identity and her unparalleled mature elegance.

It left him feeling waves of unrest.

But it also sparked a certain mischievous desire to conquer within him.

He pursed his lips, taking the initiative to ask, ”This calligraphy and painting, you haven’t signed it yet?”

”Hmm.” Ouyang Xianyue’s eyes sparkled, ”I’ve been hesitant, unsure how to inscribe it most appropriately, or even where to inscribe it.”

Tang Song’s breathing grew slightly rapid.

He took a step forward, standing by her side, pointing to a blank space on the scroll.

”I think here would be great.”

Ouyang Xianyue lowered her eyes, gracefully picking up a purple brush, dipped in ink.

The brush hovered above the rice paper, ink almost dripping, yet she didn’t bring it down.

She slightly turned, as if contemplating, or perhaps waiting.

”I’m still unsure of where exactly to place my brush, perhaps... you could help point it out to me once more?”

Her voice was light, carrying a hint of perfect timidity.

Tang Song stepped forward again, almost standing right behind Ouyang Xianyue.

He enveloped her completely in his presence and shadow.

His gaze couldn’t help but wander to the fuller curve of her hips accentuated by her forward-leaning posture, and the waist outlined by her qipao.

That rich and forbidden appeal unique to a mature lady came rushing at him.

Like a juicy, ripe peach.

He involuntarily took a deep breath.

His nostrils filled with her unique, rich fragrance.

His heartbeat became faster and faster.

The room fell into a peculiar silence.

Tang Song reached out, gently placing his hand over hers that held the brush.

Under his touch, her skin was smooth as jade.

Cold, yet unbelievably soft.

”Here—”

He guided her hand towards the predetermined blank space, moving slowly.

With this motion, his body inevitably came into tangible contact with her full, soft back.

Ouyang Xianyue’s body instinctively leaned forward, but her hand, under his guidance, applied a slight pressure, seemingly to maintain stability.

And with that action, her rounded hips, wrapped in the qipao, lightly and unintentionally bumped backward.

In that instant.

Tang Song felt all his blood rush to his head with a ”boom.”

Promptly having a strong reaction.

However, Ouyang Xianyue in his embrace seemed oblivious to it all.

Her entire focus seemed gathered at the tip of the brush.

Steadily, she inscribed the graceful words ”Ouyang” on the blank space.

Tang Song watched the elegant lady from slightly behind, feeling the warmth and fullness of her body, a strange thrill rising from deep within him.

Just like the first time they met in the [Dream System].

She was like a scalpel wrapped in velvet.

And now, through the baptism of time and the soaking of power.

This scalpel had become even more elegant and resplendent.

Also, even more irresistible.

Tang Song couldn’t help but want to say to himself in his heart: I’m really impressive!

Such a woman, raised by his own hands.

If it weren’t for the [Dream System] with its near ”divine” special state empowerment.

Ouyang Xianyue would definitely have him in the palm of her hand.

No wonder Secretary Jin is so cautious of her.

And no wonder back then, ”Dream Tang Song” would intentionally stir the relationship between them to maintain a delicate balance.

She’s too clever, too experienced, and knows too well the power of boundaries.