Chapter 62

Jin Xi, although still just an innocent little flower bud, had never done anything improper before, until...

She secretly ordered online a slightly sexy pink lace bra for herself, which would make one blush with shame from just looking at the picture, that kind of bra.

The reason she chose to receive delivery at home was to avoid discovery by her roommates, otherwise she would definitely be ridiculed by those mischievous girlfriends for three years at least.

However, Jin Xi never expected that, despite day and night precautions, it's hard to prevent a thief at home!

Early in the morning, before she got up, Shen Ping Chuan received a call from the doorman, saying there was a delivery package waiting for him to pick up. Shen Ping Chuan jumped up, without even washing his face, and hurried downstairs to get the package.

Judging by the weight of the package, he thought it would be the NBA All-Star commemorative jersey he had purchased, and hurried back to the room. He washed his face, hands, head, and took a shower, solemnly unpacking the package like offering incense and burning paper money.

The packaging box had black and pink stripes, with a few gilded letters printed on it: victoriassecret.

Shen Ping Chuan frowned slightly, wondering why would this American purchasing agent use such a sexy packaging?

Of course, the sexy packaging would not affect Shen Ping Chuan's excitement for the expected NBA All-Star commemorative jersey. He placed both hands on his chest, took a deep breath to calm his restless heart, and prepared to welcome the jersey he had been looking forward to for a long time in the best state.

He slowly opened the box.

Lying flat on the soft velvet in the box was a pink bra, made of transparent lace.

Shen Ping Chuan suddenly widened his eyes, stunned for a full half a minute, then screamed with hands clutching his head—

Ah ah ah ah!

What the hell is this! Why did his All-Star commemorative jersey turn into a woman's bra!

All of Shen Ping Chuan's strength was drained, he felt light-headed and weak-legged. He fumbled in the trash can and took out the express pouch, only to find the name written on it was: Jin Xi.

Shen Ping Chuan: ...

He quickly took the express pouch back to his room and hid it, making sure Jin Xi was still asleep, then quietly locked the door.

After doing all this, Shen Ping Chuan sat back down on the edge of the bed, made an orchid finger gesture, and picked up her bra.

The bra was a sexy bikini style, with black straps and pink mesh lace.

Completely transparent!

He sat on the bed in shock, his mind blanking out repeatedly.

His little sister had changed after having a boyfriend, she was no longer his well-behaved little sister!

Shen Ping Chuan put the bra back in the box, leaned his elbows on his knees, and rubbed his head worriedly, pondering what to do.

If Jin Xi knew he had opened her delivery, they probably wouldn't be siblings anymore. His sister had a fierce temper. If she got angry, she might sneak into his room in the middle of the night and kick his balls to pieces.

Jin Xi's lazy footsteps came from the door, she went to the bathroom and started washing up, water splashing and gurgling.

Shen Ping Chuan tiptoed out of bed and hid the bra in the closet.

Jin Xi checked the logistics status on her phone which showed delivered, so she called the courier and was told it had been left at the doorman's office. When she went to the doorman and opened the only package she got, it turned out to be Shen Ping Chuan's jersey, no trace of her bra.

This made Jin Xi feel a little scared. After all, it was such a private thing. It didn't matter much if it was lost, she was just afraid it would fall into someone else's hands.

Jin Xi went to the doorman's office and ran around several times, but the security guard received so many deliveries every day that he really couldn't remember whether her package had been received or not.

Jin Xi was worried about this matter, she lost her appetite and couldn't sleep well. At dinner, she held her chopsticks in a preoccupied manner, absentmindedly stirring the white rice in her bowl. Seeing this, Shen Ping Chuan tapped her rice bowl: "Eat properly, what are you thinking about?"

Jin Xi tentatively asked, "Pang Pang, have you received any deliveries these days?"

Shen Ping Chuan's chopsticks paused abruptly in his hand, then casually said, "What delivery?"

"Your basketball jersey, I was the one who picked it up for you."

"Oh, right."

"Didn't you go ask the doorman if he received my package by mistake?"

Shen Ping Chuan's eyes dodged, "I didn't receive any packages."

"Really none?"

"None, none!"

Jin Xi sighed and said, "My delivery is lost."

"L-lost...just buy another one." Shen Ping Chuan took out his phone nervously, "No money huh, Pang Pang will transfer you money right away."

"It's not about money." Jin Xi's mouth twitched, "Forget it, it's fine."

Shen Ping Chuan's restless little heart was thumping loudly in his chest. After eating, he quickly slipped back to his room.

In the room, he held her sister's bra box, pondering for a long time, and decided to re-send the bra out, taking a detour before it returned to her hands again, so that everything had nothing to do with him. What a genius.

However, before Shen Ping Chuan's second delivery reached Jin Xi's hands, Bo Yan asked her out to the art studio.

It turned out that Jin Xi was really overthinking. When she hesitated to undress, Bo Yan had already set up the easel, prepared the color palette, everything was ready, just waiting for her, this very unprofessional model, to get ready.

"I've studied painting for ten years, very professional."

Bo Yan sat on a high stool, with his left leg bent and resting inside the stool, and his right leg stretched out in front of the easel. A top light fell on him from above, enveloping his eyes in the shade of his brows, and there were rows of deep shadows under his eyelids.

He looked at Jin Xi and gently reassured her, "Don't worry, I don't have that many weird thoughts."

Jin Xi hesitated and asked, "So...should I stand or sit, with my back to you or facing you?"

Bo Yan held the brush in his hand and had already outlined the background color on the canvas, "Just do whatever feels comfortable to you."

Jin Xi looked around, the studio was furnished with various props and racks, many but not messy. There was a small sofa for resting in the southeast corner. The beige floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly closed, but the windows were open, allowing a breeze to blow in, fluttering the curtains in waves.

Jin Xi tucked her hands into her hoodie pocket and stood stiffly in front of Bo Yan, feeling very uneasy.

Bo Yan put down his brush and said helplessly, "Young lady, we had an agreement."

Jin Xi fumbled with the threads in her pocket, bowing her head with flushed cheeks, "I don't know what to do."

"Do you need me to design a pose for you?"

"No need, let me work up my courage a little more."

She worked up her courage for twenty minutes without taking off a piece of clothing.

Bo Yan put down his brush, got up and walked over to her side, pulling her to the bay window and pressing her shoulders to make her sit down.

Jin Xi obediently and docilely sat by the window, raising a pair of bright black eyes to look at him.

Bo Yan slowly leaned down, moved close to her ear, and said in that extremely magnetic voice—

"Now, close your eyes, and just listen to me."

Jin Xi obediently closed her eyes and swallowed hard with difficulty.

In the darkness, she clearly felt Bo Yan's cold lips gently kiss the corner of her lips, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he had already left.

His hand fell to the hem of her clothes and tentatively pulled it up a little. Jin Xi immediately pressed his hand to stop him.

"Trust me."

"Hmm..."

After a while, Jin Xi let go of his hand, so Bo Yan gently took off her hoodie for her.

Jin Xi clearly felt the cool air swooping in from all directions, engulfing her. She covered her chest with both hands to protect herself, knowing that her body was now fully exposed to Bo Yan.

Now she was glad, glad that she was not wearing that embarrassing sexy underwear. She was wearing a very ordinary white bra, the cotton padding propping up her small breasts, making them look uplifted, although not ostentatious, but healthy at least.

Jin Xi didn't dare open her eyes or look at Bo Yan's expression right now.

She felt Bo Yan's hand fall to her back, his icy fingertips gliding over her waistline like a smooth paintbrush, settling on her shoulder blades for a moment, before falling to the clasp of her bra.

Jin Xi felt that he seemed to use only one hand to easily unhook the four rows of clasps on her bra, and the elastic bra immediately came loose.

"Don't!"

It was too late.

Jin Xi tightly closed her eyes, with her hands crossed over her chest, covering up her budding secrets.

Bo Yan lowered his head to gaze at her slightly trembling body. She had her back to him, her fair and delicate shoulder blades protruding like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

Bo Yan held her by the waist, making her lie curled up over her bent knees, her chest and abdomen pressed against her legs, with eyes closed, showing him a lazy, languid side profile.

Jin Xi did as he said.

Then, she heard Bo Yan's footsteps gradually fading away.

Opening her eyes, he had already sat down on the high stool, his slender, fair left fingertips picking up a paintbrush, his deep, dark eyes gazing at her.

Jin Xi was wearing ripped jeans overalls that exposed her upper body. Strictly speaking, all he could see from this angle was her smooth, fair back and arms. Her front charms were pressed between her legs.

Her long hair cascaded casually around her ears. Looking at Bo Yan, she asked, "Just now...did you see?"

Bo Yan painted as he spoke. "I saw."

"Are you very disappointed?"

He didn't seem to show much expression, still speaking gently, "My hands have measured your size before, what's there to be disappointed about?"

"Then there's no surprise either, right?"

Bo Yan's mouth curved up slightly, revealing an ambiguous smile, "Dear, if you really want me to keep thinking back, then be prepared to not be able to go home tonight."

Jin Xi wisely kept quiet, because she saw a dangerous part of the man's body showing an abnormal sign.

In the following forty minutes, Jin Xi maintained this lazy, languid curled up pose. Soon, she dozed off.

She didn't know how much later she woke up, but she was lying on the sofa, covered with Bo Yan's coat. The studio was empty, not a soul around. Beneath his coat, she still had nothing on.

Yet despite this, he still didn't touch her.

Jin Xi clutched the collar of Bo Yan's coat. The soft fabric carried his familiar scent, reassuring her.

Not daring to linger, Jin Xi hurriedly got dressed while the messy studio was empty.

Then on tiptoes, she went over to the easel.

Contrary to her imagination, the canvas didn't have bold, heavy strokes. Bo Yan had outlined her figure with the lightest of touches.

She was sitting on the window sill, knees bent, body leaning forward. Her broad, soft back arched beautifully, her delicate shoulder blades fluttering as if wanting to fly. Her soft breasts were slightly pressed between her knees, still showing obvious fullness at the edges.

She had nestled her oval face against her knees, looking serene and peaceful, as if asleep in a corner forgotten by time.

Perhaps he wasn't the most skilled painter, but he had given her his most beautiful ideals and affections. Jin Xi could feel his tenderness and love from this painting.

Jin Xi stared, dumbfounded. She didn't know she could look so beautiful.

Just then, the studio door creaked open. Bo Yan walked in carrying takeout bags, glancing at Jin Xi and smiling lightly, "You got dressed pretty quickly."

Jin Xi turned sideways, blushing. As if she would keep undressed waiting for him!

Bo Yan put down the takeout bags on the table, saying to Jin Xi, "Come eat, I got your favorite crispy rabbit."

Jin Xi shuffled over reluctantly, complaining, "Rabbits are so cute, why eat them?"

With a swoosh, Bo Yan snapped apart a pair of disposable chopsticks and tapped her little head, "You eat more than anyone, now you're pretending what?"

Jin Xi smiled bashfully, revealing two little canine teeth, and sat down beside Bo Yan to help him open the bags.

Fragrant steam burst out. The aroma of meat was always the most tempting of all scents. Jin Xi felt hungry too, but the first tender, boneless piece of meat she picked with her chopsticks, she still fed to Bo Yan.

"Bo Ye worked hard, the painting is beautiful, I like it very much."

Leaning on his elbow at the table, Bo Yan looked at her affectionately and said with a gentle laugh, "No matter how much you like it, I won't give it to you."

"Why?"

She thought the painting was for her. She had tried so hard modeling for him!

"Why can't you give it to me?" Jin Xi persisted in asking.

Bo Yan gazed at the sleeping girl in the painting, his eyes very gentle, and answered, "I want to hang this painting in the bedroom."

Jin Xi paused for a bit, then hastily said, "You can't!"

"Oh?"

"Why hang it in the bedroom, that's so weird."

"It's convenient."

"Convenient for what?"

A wicked smile flashed across Bo Yan's mouth corner. He didn't say anything.

Jin Xi knew all sorts of unsavory scenes must be popping up in his mind again. She grumbled, "What if someone sees it?"

The painting wasn't exactly explicit, but it wasn't exactly modest either. At least the subject was clearly identifiable as her.

"My bedroom is the safest place in the world, believe me?"

"As if, I can go in and out anytime, how is that safe?"

"Because you're my woman."

"Then...have you never let anyone else into your room before?"

"Of course not."

Bo Yan had a slight cleanliness obsession. Even in his own home, he disliked inviting people over, let alone into a private space like the bedroom.

Jin Xi said mischievously, "The other day, Shen Ping Chuan argued with dad and ended up staying at your place. He said your bed was hard and uncomfortable, he'd never sleep with you again in his life."

"..."

Bo Yan cursed Shen Ping Chuan's ungrateful betrayal in his heart. He explained helplessly, "His Highness Shen Ping Chuan refused to sleep on the couch no matter what, insisting on taking the bed."

Jin Xi picked up a piece of rabbit meat casually, saying offhandedly, "So he took the bed, no big deal. You two even slept together. That guy snores and farts under the blanket, how disgusting."

Bo Yan of course remembered that very unpleasant night sharing a bed, and felt his whole being go sour.

"He said he wanted to test out your bed for me," Bo Yan explained with a light cough. "If it's comfortable to sleep in, then he won't stop me and you from..."

Bo Yan didn't finish his sentence, the ambiguous smile back on his face.

Jin Xi: ...

You two knock it off, leave me out of it!!!

Author's note: This resembles love.