After finishing the Virgin Mark, Lu Chen's hand gently caressed the snow-white and smooth skin in front of him, and Murong Xue'er suddenly felt a warm current enter her body, causing her heart to feel incredibly agitated.
When Lu Chen was using the brush to paint the Virgin Mark, her body had already been stimulated, but she had been holding herself together. She hadn't expected that just having Lu Chen paint on her flesh would provoke such a strange reaction.
At this moment, Lu Chen spoke up, "Miss Murong, it's finished. Take a look and see if it resembles the original. If it doesn't, I can redraw it."
Hearing Lu Chen's words, Murong Xue'er slowly propped herself up and looked towards her abdomen.
The moment she looked, her gaze didn't fall on her lower abdomen but instead lingered on Lu Chen. Seeing something unusual about Lu Chen, Murong Xue'er chuckled softly and then teased, "Prince, it seems your mind wasn't fully on the painting just now, was it?"