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Chapter 449 - 365 "Fox Hunting Chronicles

Chapter 449: Chapter 365 "Fox Hunting Chronicles

Outside the window, a torrential downpour enveloped the city.

The wintery Shanghai hadn’t seen such heavy rain in a long while.

The rainfall cleansed the city, and the sound of rain could mask most other noises.

For instance, the incoherent babble within the bedroom.

"I’m going to take a shower," Cheng Zhu whispered in her ear.

...

In the bedroom, a curled up Hu Yan gradually came to.

As she listened to the running water from the bathroom, she stared blankly at the ceiling, but the view was blurred because she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

"How did things suddenly end up like this?" she wondered.

Then, she quickly glanced in the direction of the bathroom, listening to the persistent sound of water.

In a flash, her mind raced with scenes, the likes of which she had seen in videos and comics, showing men and women after the act.

"What am I thinking about?" Hu Yan thought to herself.

Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Hu Yan immediately lay back down, curling up in bed; she simply didn’t dare to look at Cheng Zhu right now.

After a while, Cheng Zhu came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his legs.

He didn’t speak, merely smiling as he looked at Hu Yan with her back to him.

She seemed unaware that curling up like that with her big, plump backside was quite dangerous.

Because as she bent her legs, the astonishing contours became even more pronounced.

It was full, round, and at that moment, under the light, it gleamed with the sheen of moisture.

In the end, it was Hu Yan, who needed to shower, who broke the silence first.

"Um... boss, could you hand me my glasses?" she asked. "I can’t shower like this."

Her big black-rimmed glasses had been left in the living room by Cheng Zhu on purpose, not brought in for her.

For Hu Yan, glasses were a necessity.

For someone with serious nearsightedness, losing their glasses made all their senses dull; even walking felt insecure, and showering was feared for a potential slip.

"Or I could help you shower?" Cheng Zhu casually suggested.

Hu Yan was caught in a dilemma, a voice in her mind shouting, "Shower play!!!"

Curled up in bed, after a long internal struggle, she nodded faintly.

Then, she heard the retreating footsteps.

Cheng Zhu had just been talking offhandedly; he turned to get the glasses now, not having seen the shy nod of her head.

"Ah... eh?" Hu Yan was taken aback by the footsteps.

After a while, Cheng Zhu came back with the glasses.

"Here, your glasses. You have a high prescription, huh?" he observed, looking at the thick lenses. "Why not use thinner ones?"

Some lenses, even with a high prescription, can be made thinner, just at a higher cost.

"I was poor before; I didn’t make much money," Hu Yan replied, lowering her head and taking her glasses honestly.

Then she made a request, "Boss, can you turn around for a second?"

Cheng Zhu laughed and complied, knowing she was still not comfortable.

And he guessed that Hu Yan would be quite clumsy, but alluring, in her next moves.

Indeed, to avoid dripping, she covered herself with tissue paper as she hurriedly dashed into the bathroom.

A sense of soreness and pain was still somewhat perceptible at that moment.

After closing the door behind her, she placed the clothes she held in her other hand on a rack before sighing in relief.

Standing in front of the mirror, she quickly became transfixed.

"My goodness, is it really that red?"

Once in the shower, water began to wash over her body.

During this process, Hu Yan remembered a provocative statement she had seen online.

"As everyone knows, it’s harmful for a woman to take medicine, so if she only does it once then takes medicine, it’s not worth it."

Anyway, the effect of the medicine... doesn’t relate to the number of times, right?

"Ai ya, what am I thinking!" Hu Yan felt there was just too much ’filth’ in her mind.

Didn’t she spend all day looking at these things? No wonder her thoughts were abundant.

She emerged from the bathroom with her mind full of "dirty things," only to discover the bath towel was missing.

It was now wrapped around Cheng Zhu.

Hu Yan had no choice but to grab a towel and start drying herself off.

After drying her body, she continued to entertain her messy thoughts while she began putting on her undergarments.

She first pulled up her little white panties and then proceeded to get dressed in the rest.

...

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhu, wrapped in his towel, sat leisurely on the bed, admiring the A4 papers scattered across it.

He picked up one self-portrait after another, feeling that Hu Yan wasn’t exactly narcissistic; the resemblance between her drawings and real self was fairly accurate.

The portrait he held now was of a kneeling figure.

This classic pose, with knees and shins flat on the ground and the bottom resting on the heels, emphasized the flesh of the thighs spreading out slightly due to the pressure when kneeling.

The visual effect attained in that moment was not a sense of thick legs but an extremely alluring plumpness.

Cheng Zhu put down the self-portrait and picked up another.

Hu Yan, blushing, caught sight of this scene as she emerged.

Her embarrassment had peaked on the living room sofa earlier.

Now, the embarrassment seemed to spread even further.

Cheng Zhu, the rogue, was indeed playing too many games — it was too embarrassing.

But what’s more incredible was how, at that moment, he made an offhand comment, "I never expected you to be a realist."

This teasing remark changed the atmosphere of the room in an instant.

Hu Yan’s face burned red as she knelt on the bed and frantically began to tidy the drawings, stacking them neatly instead of leaving them scattered about.

This couldn’t go on; she couldn’t take it!

Cheng Zhu watched her clean up without stopping her.

What would it change if she cleaned up?

A home is a place meant to get messy and be tidied up again and again.

— I’ll scatter them again later.

Right now, he simply enjoyed watching as the plump backside knelt and organized the drawings.

Then, he realized a truth.

"The ’Housekeeper’ series has long been enduring for a reason!"

"Indeed, there’s a reason why classics are classics; they have something formidable about them!"

He glanced at the "Housekeeper", then looked at the curtain.

The curtain blocked his view, preventing him from seeing outside the window.

But he could still clearly hear the sound of rain from outside.

The rain was still heavy.

...

A few minutes later, Hu Yan wasn’t quite sure how both of them had ended up snuggled under the covers together.

She leaned against Cheng Zhu’s chest, sneaking a peek at his physique.

"It really isn’t any worse than in my drawings," the timid artist thought to herself.

Sometimes, people like to dilute the awkwardness of what has happened with idle chatter.

That’s what they were doing now.

Their silent agreement was to talk, as if nothing inappropriate had just happened.

Only now, instead of just being close together in the living room, they were touching.

Cheng Zhu couldn’t help but marvel again, "She’s really soft everywhere; it’s unbelievable."

He looked at the black-framed glasses on her face and said, "Next time, get a pair with thinner lenses; these are ridiculously thick."

The bulky glasses indeed affected her appearance.

"They are cheap," Hu Yan replied in a soft, mushy voice.

"Were you that poor before?" Cheng Zhu asked with a laugh.

Hu Yan replied somewhat sheepishly, "I didn’t get a lot of jobs."

Cheng Zhu thought it over and expressed understanding, "That makes sense, your talent tree is a bit crooked."

These days, the income of many artists couldn’t compare with what they would make in a few years.

Actually, with Hu Yan’s level in drawing risqué content, there was potential for her to become a well-known internet artist.

After all, lewd artists came to dominate nearly half of the well-known internet artist landscape in time to come.

These people, called irreplaceable by AI by netizens, might be because AI is still bound by rules, but these folks are Motherf*cking approval geniuses.

Cheng Zhu, hugging Hu Yan, also found it somewhat amusing.

She, like Ye Zi, were both vital to his Persistent Visit.

But who would’ve thought, these capable lieutenants were too capable!

Well, there was nothing to do but to establish a rather friendly and wife-like relationship with his "right- and left-hand women."

"Boss, I feel like you’ve been prioritizing the milk tea shop over Persistent Visit lately," Hu Yan mentioned during their casual conversation.

"Why would you say that?" asked Cheng Zhu.

"Because you haven’t launched any impressive new offerings for a long time," Hu Yan replied.

She still remembered being amazed at products like the stepmother skirt, the gray high-neck backless sweater, and the black spider bodysuit.

But indeed, for the past two months, Cheng Zhu hadn’t designed any original new products.

"That’s because the recent focus has been on exports, and having gotten this far, the frequency of introducing original new products needs to be appropriately reduced. We can’t continue at the initial pace," Cheng Zhu said seriously.

"Oh," Hu Yan responded with a small voice, not really understanding.

"What, are you complaining about having too few orders recently?"

"A little," she admitted, burying her head in Cheng Zhu’s chest as she spoke.

He always thought of Hu Yan as a bit of a money grubber.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to call out phrases like ’Sugar Daddy’ so easily.

But that was normal; despite her lack of social outings, her daily expenses weren’t small.

Just the comics in her room cost a pretty penny.

Not to mention the variety of toys in her bedside table, which also added up to a tidy sum.

Plus, she typically spent her time alone.

Once a person gets accustomed to solitude, it becomes difficult for others to provide a sense of security.

But money can provide that security!

"Then I’ll just have to take the initiative to give her more," Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

He looked down at Hu Yan and said, "Besides your self-portraits, I’m thinking of commissioning you for some more drawings."

"Sure! What kind of drawings?" Hu Yan was curious.

She always felt happy working for Cheng Zhu.

It allowed her to earn money while expressing her talents and inspiration; she truly enjoyed it.

"Of course, the kind only I can see," Cheng Zhu hinted, "like the ones on your tablet."

"Oh, that...," Hu Yan didn’t expect such commissions.

She instantly felt a stroke of shyness.

Now that their friendly vessel had already capsized, drifting in murky waters, the pure employer-employee relationship no longer existed, having morphed into something more carnal.

She felt that sending those kinds of drawings would be like issuing an invitation, even expressing a kind of longing.

The content of the drawings, wouldn’t it disclose her inner thoughts and desires?

—— Boss, shall we do this next time too?

...

(P.S. Still combining two in one, wrote it and edited for another hour, striving for perfection!

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