252: 'Painting' the Moon on Water

Chapter 252: 'Painting' Shui Yue

“I will!”

With that, Su Han raised his hand and first gently unbuttoned the frog closures on Shui Yue’s collar.

His fingers moved between the fabric, and as the frog closures were undone, Shui Yue’s collar opened slightly, revealing skin as delicate as jade.

Under the moonlight, it gleamed with a faint silvery-white luster.

At this moment, Shui Yue’s cheeks grew hotter, and she bit her lower lip slightly.

Although such actions between her and Su Han were nothing unusual on ordinary days, being completely open with each other had happened hundreds, if not a thousand, times.

But now was different.

After all, her appearance in that state would be painted on paper by Su Han.

As if to muster her courage, Shui Yue opened her eyes and secretly glanced at Su Han.

“Su Han, do you… do you really think this can… can produce a good painting?”

Shui Yue asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Su Han raised his head and looked at Shui Yue gently: “Master, don’t worry.”

“Your beauty is naturally formed. This method is just so I can more purely capture your charm.”

“Therefore, how could it not look good?”

“Alright… alright.”

Shui Yue bit her lip again, “For the rest, Shifu (Master) will do it herself…”

Shui Yue gently pushed Su Han away. Seeing this, Su Han did not disturb her, standing not far away and quietly appreciating the scene.

He saw that at this moment, Shui Yue first slowly took off her outer garment. The wide sleeves slipped down, revealing her rounded shoulders.

Her shoulders had soft lines, as if they were a work of art meticulously carved by heaven.

The outer garment slowly fell down her arms, piling up at her feet like a blooming flower.

Shui Yue turned slightly, her back facing Su Han, and reached behind her to untie the sash.

Her fingers were trembling slightly, and it took her a while to untie the sash.

Her undergarment gently slipped down, completely exposing her back, which was like mutton-fat jade, to the air.

She slightly arched her back, her hands instinctively wanting to cover herself, but then she stopped, her heart filled with conflict.

“Su Han, Shifu (Master)… Shifu (Master) still feels a bit embarrassed.”

Shui Yue’s voice was barely audible. She turned her head slightly and looked at Su Han out of the corner of her eye.

“Master, don’t be nervous.”

Su Han chuckled softly, “Usually, seeing you, you’re quite eager. Why are you nervous now?”

“Who… who was eager?”

When Shui Yue heard Su Han’s words, she immediately retorted loudly, “Clearly, you were the one rushing!”

After speaking, Shui Yue gave him a glare and ignored Su Han.

However, with Su Han’s interruption, Shui Yue really wasn’t that nervous anymore. After all, they were like an old married couple.

Soon, Shui Yue’s long skirt slowly slid to the ground, the hem spreading out like ripples.

Her legs were long and straight, her skin fair, delicate, and smooth.

Since she had already taken this step, Shui Yue no longer hesitated. Soon, she was completely back to her most primitive state, like a snow-white ‘lamb’.

Looking at Su Han, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes held both nervousness and anticipation.

Her hands instinctively crossed in front of her, trying to cover parts of her body.

“Now?”

Su Han did not answer, but quietly gazed at the naked Shui Yue before him. For a moment, he seemed frozen, his eyes filled with amazement.

From her fair, jade-like shoulders all the way down to her long, straight legs, every inch of her skin glowed with a soft halo under the moonlight, as delicate as high-quality silk.

As expected of a cultivator from the Shangqing Realm, her body truly had not a single flaw, as if it were the most perfect masterpiece in the world.

No matter how many times he looked, it was not enough.

Every time he admired her, it was as breathtaking as the first time.

Su Han couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

And just as Su Han was immersed.

“Have you looked enough?”

Shui Yue spoke again, her voice carrying a hint of joy and coquettishness.

It seemed she was also pleased that her body could make Su Han, this Rebellious Disciple and husband, fall into a daze.

After all, a woman adorns herself for the one who appreciates her.

Upon hearing Shui Yue’s words, Su Han finally snapped back to reality as if waking from a dream.

“Master, you are so stunningly beautiful, like a celestial being descended to the mortal world, that it made me lose myself for a moment.”

“All you do is say sweet words to coax me. Shifu (Master) is just captivated by your mouth.”

Shui Yue gave Su Han a glare, “What’s next?”

“Next?”

Su Han looked at Shui Yue and the background behind her, his expression becoming serious and focused as he rubbed his chin.

After thinking for a moment, Su Han then said to Shui Yue: “Master, you should recline on the long chair by the window.”

“As for the pose, you can think of one yourself?”

“Just be natural.”

Shui Yue nodded, a blush rising on her face, and slowly walked towards the long chair by the window.

Shui Yue reclined on the long chair, her left leg bent, fully displaying its curve, while her right leg was straight and long, her ankle as white as jade, her graceful curves completely revealed.

One hand supported her head, while a few strands of hair were wrapped around the fingers of her other hand. She then bit the strands lightly with her mouth, adding a touch of languor.

Her other hand slowly slid down from her collarbone, stopping at the exquisite scenery of her upper body, trembling slightly.

Tilting her head back, her eyes were hazy as if covered by a thin mist, gazing at the bright moon. Her fair skin glowed with an alluring luster under the moonlight.

“Good, perfect!”

Su Han took a deep breath, his heart surging with emotion, stirred by Shui Yue’s pose. He praised softly.

Immediately, he quickly composed himself, strode to the table, dipped his brush in ink, his gaze fixed on Shui Yue, ready to paint this perfect person onto the paper.

At this moment, Su Han’s hand holding the brush trembled slightly. The Shui Yue before him was breathtakingly beautiful, causing ripples to spread across his heart.

But he knew deeply that to capture this ultimate beauty on paper, he needed to concentrate fully.

The brush tip fell, and Shui Yue’s outline gradually emerged on the rice paper.

Su Han painted as if guided by a divine hand. Every stroke accurately outlined her figure’s curves, from her reclining posture to her slightly bent left leg, and then to her straight, long right leg. The lines were smooth and natural.

It was as if the ink under his brush was not ink, but flowing moonlight.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Shui Yue quietly watched the focused Su Han painting, her heart filled with countless thoughts.

At this moment, Su Han’s expression was serious and absorbed. The moonlight shone on him, outlining his resolute profile.

A warmth couldn’t help but rise in Shui Yue’s heart as she recalled every little bit since she met Su Han.

From the initial bond of Master and disciple to such intimacy now.

They experienced time together, and their feelings grew deeper through the passage of time.

Watching Su Han paint for her, a unique sentiment spread in Shui Yue’s heart, making her feel incredibly secure and happy.

She bit her lip slightly, her eyes filled with fondness and tenderness.

“This little boy from before, now a young man…”

“Ultimately, he has made me completely fall.”

Just then, a gust of night wind blew in, gently sweeping across Shui Yue’s naked body through the window.

Shui Yue felt her body turn slightly cold, and a layer of fine goosebumps appeared. The feeling of shyness surged into her heart like a tide again.

She instinctively flinched slightly, and her originally reclining posture unconsciously changed a little.