Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 137 - : She took off her clothes, begging him to paint

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: She took off her clothes, begging him to paint

The crowd was like a woven tapestry.

The lights were dazzling.

Through the layers of people, Huo Xingzhou exuded a biting chill. Old Chen, the driver, parted the crowd, and the man approached Qiao Xi expressionlessly, wrapping his arm around her waist.

His icy eyes fixed on the band’s lead singer, his thin lips parted slightly, “I am her husband, any problem?”

“No…”

The young man lacked confidence, thoroughly overwhelmed.

Qiao Xi leaned into his embrace, her body reeking of alcohol, “Husband… I’m married.” Her hands roamed Huo Xingzhou’s body without any rhyme or reason.

“Qiao Xi, don’t mess around,” Huo Xingzhou warned, shedding his coat into Old Chen’s hands, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt and rolling up his sleeves to reveal his muscular arms.

A wave of sexual tension rolled in.

He hoisted Qiao Xi up, and she protested, shouting, “Drink! Shu Xue drinks!”

Huo Xingzhou’s palm patted her backside gently, then he looked towards the band’s lead singer, “Still want to add contact information? You can add mine.”

The band’s lead singer hastily shook his head, “Big brother, please go ahead. I didn’t recognize the great man before me!”

Huo Xingzhou withdrew his gaze, carrying the petite figure away from the bar.

“So handsome!”

Shu Xue’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

In her mind was a mess of yellow material, “Aiya, Qiao Xi is going to get it tonight and won’t be able to get out of bed.”

Zhou Yu commented next to her with a faint voice, “You sound very experienced?”

His features were handsome and beautiful, his deep blue eyes even more captivating. With a striking figure and face, he was like a flamboyant butterfly.

Shu Xue found herself entranced by his profound eyes all of a sudden.

As if thunder had met with fire, one seeking an affair, the other amusement, and they found themselves compatible at a glance.

“Handsome, I have some 3D movies at home. Want to watch them together?” she boldly asked, influenced by the alcohol.

Zhou Yu hummed with a laugh, his eyes deeper, “Coincidentally, I have a wall of little toys, want to give them a try?” His fingers traced her back, teasing her.

Unable to contain herself, Shu Xue responded with a tender voice, “Let’s give it a try then.”

Hormones surged, and Zhou Yu kissed her cheek. Shu Xue curved her lips, not to be outdone.

Their passion was overwhelming, and they couldn’t stop.

They were both skilled at kissing, lost in each other. Zhou Yu was pleasantly surprised to find a woman who matched him so well.

“Let’s go to my place,” he said.

Shu Xue, panting, shook her head, “I have to work tomorrow, let’s go to my place.”

“Okay,” Zhou Yu accommodatingly fulfilled the office worker’s request, kissing her passionately as they left the bar.

…

The Huo Family residence.

Huo Xingzhou carried Qiao Xi out of the car, and she struggled uncooperatively, crying and shouting for more alcohol.

“Shh, Aunt Qian is asleep,” Huo Xingzhou whispered, “Be good, let’s go to the bedroom first.”

Qiao Xi’s face was flushed, and she blinked, “I want to go to the studio! I want to go!”

She was drunk and very unreasonable! Maybe she was used to being obedient normally, but now her true self was released after the alcohol.

“I’ll take you there.”

Huo Xingzhou gave in and carried her to the top-floor studio.

Once in the studio, Qiao Xi pushed Huo Xingzhou away. She stumbled as she tugged at her clothes, the zipper of her dress was at the back. No matter what she did, she couldn’t reach it and, in frustration, tore at her neckline.

Her shoulders were half exposed.

“Qiao Xi, what are you doing?” Huo Xingzhou asked in a low voice.

“Painting!”

She was acting out of jealousy.

With a rip, the fabric tore, and she pulled off a big piece of the dress, “Paint me!”

Why should Xu Xingluo have what she didn’t!

“Where do you want to paint?” Huo Xingzhou asked with a helpless chuckle, standing in the flickering light, his arms folded as he watched her throw a drunken tantrum.

“Paint on my body.”

She spoke softly, still sounding petulant.

Huo Xingzhou’s breathing paused and his eyes darkened, “Are you sure?”

He hadn’t picked up a paintbrush since he was ten.

“Of course!” Qiao Xi’s eyes were red with tears as she cried out, “Do you only want to paint Xu Xingluo? I saw everything!”

Her tears rolled down one by one, her crying figure pitiful to behold.

Her voice, tremulous with sobs, accused, “Right here, you painted so many of her, all without clothes! She even had Tian Tian come to get them, just to embarrass me!”

“Mr. Huo, I hate you.”

Huo Xingzhou’s gaze was deep and dark, his voice icy, “I have never painted any other woman nude.”

It seemed that Xu Xingluo hadn’t just planted pinhole cameras in the bedroom to capture Qiao Xi changing into a lace sling dress, but had also placed something inappropriate in the studio, secretly doing disgusting, shady things.

“You’re lying! You did paint, and I want it too!”

Qiao Xi let her emotions run wild, crying heartbreakingly. She loved Huo Xingzhou so much, yet so many people around them didn’t want them to be together.

She had been holding back so much grievances, all of which she unleashed tonight.

Qiao Xi stripped off her tattered dress completely and pointed at her butt, “Paint right here! Paint!”

She was being capricious and domineering, but Huo Xingzhou couldn’t bear to scold her and found her incredibly adorable.

He reached out to take her wrist, “Don’t take it off, you’ll be naked.”

“Then let’s be naked!” She was defiant.

“Qiao Xi, I’ve never painted anyone else,” Huo Xingzhou earnestly explained.

Then he remembered, she wouldn’t recall anything after waking up from her drunken stupor.

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Speaking was pointless.

Qiao Xi grabbed a thick black marker and stubbornly pushed it into his hand, “Paint! Right here!”

She pointed at her own butt.

“Why does it have to be there?” Huo Xingzhou glanced at the smooth, pale skin, inquiring.

“Because in the village, they stamp the pigs right here.”

Qiao Xi’s body was softening, almost leaning into his embrace as she spouted nonsense.

Huo Xingzhou looked down to see a vision of spring.

If she remembered tonight after sobering up, she would be mortified to death. Having stripped herself bare, demanding a man to paint on her body.

This was so unlike the conservative girl he knew.

Huo Xingzhou removed the cap from the pen and tossed it aside, the thick black marker now touching the base of her spine. The cold sensation made Qiao Xi shiver, a ticklish touch.

“Mr. Huo, did you really… never paint Xu Xingluo?” Her apricot eyes were hazy with drunkenness as she continued to cling to the question.

Huo Xingzhou’s voice was hoarse, “No.”

“Tell me again tomorrow, okay? I’ll forget it,” Qiao Xi, reeking of alcohol, pleaded while lying on his chest.

“You won’t forget,” he responded.

He wouldn’t let her forget about tonight.

Huo Xingzhou picked her up, her silky smooth skin a test of his self-control to not devour her then and there. This time, she had stripped herself completely.

He carried her to the tatami area designated for rest and laid her down.

Qiao Xi closed her eyes but did not forget to murmur, “Make it a good one.”

Huo Xingzhou, obliging her, drew a circle on her pale backside with the marker.

“Mr. Huo…” Qiao Xi lay there restlessly, “You… Ayi…”

Ayi?

It was the first time Huo Xingzhou heard this name clearly. Was it a man or a woman?

He had no idea who was causing her such concern.

She would call for Ayi when sick, when drunk, sometimes even in her sleep, uttering the name in a blurred voice.