Chapter 5, The Godfather’s Agreement (Part 5)
Turning around, Shen Qingmei surveyed the room with her small single-lens camera, trying to find the best angle for filming.
The inner room, surrounded by three walls, had one side filled with bookshelves and another adorned with various types of precision weapons and firearms. The remaining side faced the aqua-blue bed and featured a large oil painting. From different angles, different scenes could be seen on the painting. When Shen Qingmei first entered the room, she saw a medieval European noblewoman, but only when she approached the bed did she unexpectedly discover the person in the painting…
Looking at it, the face seemed familiar.
“This painting…” She raised her eyebrows in astonishment, a complex expression slowly spreading across her delicate face—surprise, unease, confusion, and even a hint of embarrassment. “Who painted it? How did it end up here?!”
The Godfather lifted his chin slightly and followed Shen Qingmei’s gaze. His dark, feathery lashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, obscuring his ice-like ink-black eyes.
The oil painting, when viewed head-on, depicted a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old bathing alone in a mountain stream surrounded by blooming spring flowers. Her recently matured figure was graceful and slender, her long legs as white as jade. One foot stood on a stone in the stream, while the other was immersed in the splashing water. Her dress was partially undone, revealing her smooth shoulders and the strap of her half-removed bra hanging from her arm, teasingly exposing her alluring bare chest.
“I painted it,” the Godfather gently parted his lips, his gaze fixed on the painting without wavering, and he surprisingly complimented, “You are beautiful.”
…!
Shen Qingmei couldn’t believe it. The first time she received praise from the Godfather, and it was because of her appearance!
Not her precise aim that hit the bullseye every time, not her incredible combat skills, not her impressive record of zero failures… but her appearance, which could be considered above average but not exceptional. How frustrating!
Unable to resist, Shen Qingmei glanced at the oil painting again, but couldn’t find anything particularly eye-catching. The Godfather’s taste was truly questionable!
However, being praised by a handsome guy, especially by the man in front of her who could be considered the most handsome in the world, made Shen Qingmei’s face blush, despite her thick skin. Her heart skipped a beat, and she even forgot to inquire whether he had secretly watched her bathe before painting this!
A gentle breeze rustled the window curtains, brushing against Shen Qingmei’s legs with a sporadic touch. It took her a while to snap out of her daze, hastily setting up her camera and aiming it at the Godfather’s position. She pressed the capture button.
Although the Godfather was somewhat surprised by her “bold” actions, he didn’t stop her. He was a man of his word.
Approaching the Godfather, Shen Qingmei smiled faintly. Then, she leaned down and pulled a black-gold dagger out of his boots, cutting a ribbon and raising it in front of him. In his cold gaze, she wrapped the ribbon around his lips and teeth, layer by layer.
Shen Qingmei was well aware that she was digging her own grave…
But she couldn’t stop herself anymore.
Shen Qingmei’s technique was clever. The ribbon wrapped around his face didn’t make him uncomfortable. However, this meant that the Godfather couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t utter the words “stop” while she was enjoying herself.
Joke’s on her, asking her to stop at a time like this would be more uncomfortable than killing her!
She didn’t choose to use tape because if she covered his mouth with it, she wouldn’t be able to hear… the Godfather’s sexy moans that made one’s heart flutter.
That beautiful, melodious voice alone made her excitement rise even when she was imagining it alone. Now that she had a perfect opportunity right in front of her, how could she miss it?
Her ice-purple hair flowed like silk, brushing against her sharply defined cheeks and concealing the Godfather’s narrow eyes. At this moment, his ice-like eyes reflected the excitement of a woman who had gone a little overboard.
Shen Qingmei’s lips curled up with an evil smile, as if she had practiced it a thousand times beforehand. With ease, she picked up handcuffs from the table and locked his arms, one on each side, to the chair’s armrests. She also took off his Martin boots, which tightly hugged his calf muscles, and placed them aside. His fair ankles were locked to the chair legs with ankle restraints. Even the slightest movement would produce the clinking sound of the iron chain colliding.
“Snap!”
She picked up the skull lighter from the table and ignited the flames, then lit three candles one by one. The dazzling light emitted a gentle warmth when it fell on a person’s face, reflecting a soft glow. But when it fell on the dagger, it made the sharp cold light even more menacing.
Shen Qingmei held the dagger and repeatedly touched it against the flame of the candle. This scene caught the eyes of the Godfather, whose handsome face resembled that of a deity, and his expression turned colder.
After holding the dagger against the flame for about a minute, Shen Qingmei withdrew it and smiled at the Godfather.
“Please don’t move, or I might accidentally cut you.”
The Godfather’s black-gold dagger was extremely sharp. If used to kill someone, it would hardly draw any blood because the coldness of the dagger would seal the hot blood from flowing out of the wound.
Shen Qingmei was merely using fire to heat the dagger, not for any other purpose, but solely to create an atmosphere.
Her gaze swept across the Godfather’s exquisite eyebrows and eyes, the faint curve of his lips, and the slightly lifted chin. It then slid down his gracefully arched neck, all the way to his chest, which was neatly covered by a dark blue shirt.
The Godfather was a very disciplined man, and coupled with his cold constitution, even in the hottest summer, he would wear long sleeves and pants. Most of the time, he would habitually wear gloves and rarely expose any part of his body except for his face.
Shen Qingmei had long been curious about the hidden beauty beneath his meticulous attire. However, for over ten years, apart from the fortuitous encounter when she accidentally saw the Godfather bathing and witnessed his breathtaking figure, she hadn’t had the privilege to see such a sight again.
Gripping the dagger tightly, aiming at the Godfather’s well-built chest and abdomen, Shen Qingmei took a deep breath. Then, her phoenix-like eyes turned cold, and she swiftly swept her hand, as if a typhoon was passing through, which caused the Godfather’s upper body to be engulfed!
In an instant, fragments of shattered dark blue scattered and twirled like butterflies, falling to the floor.
Royi never expected that one day, the ancient martial arts move he taught Shen Qingmei would be used on himself in this manner. It was truly a laughable situation.
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