Spiral Bread

Hongdou then asked in a coquettish tone, "Want me to draw one for you too?"

Si Ming instinctively wanted to refuse, but then he remembered a scene from a novel he had read in his previous life, and asked, "Can this paint be washed off?"

"Sure, but you'll need a special liquid."

"Alright then, draw me two images of flying goddesses, one on each thigh."

Hongdou blinked her big, watery eyes, not quite understanding Si Ming's mischievous idea, until Si Ming gestured with his hand and she finally understood what was going on.

In short, it depicts two fairies in ancient Chinese painting, their skirts billowing in the air as if about to ride the wind away. Each fairy holds a peach in her hands, forming a symmetrical structure. It's not hard to see that the part the two fairies are trying to hold with their hands is precisely Si Ming's little brother.

"This tattoo is called 'Fairy Holding a Peach'."

Si Ming dared not show such a lewd thing to others, as it would be too damaging to his image. But since it only appeared when his Qi and Blood was boiling, it didn't matter. If he suddenly revealed it during a battle, it might even startle the enemy and achieve a surprise effect.

As a respectable and accomplished Painting School, Hongdou only saw art, not lewdness. She thought about it seriously for a while, then offered her opinion. "Peaches don't have stems, but durians do."

Si Ming almost fell over. Comparing that thing to a durian did indeed have a heavy feel to it, like a double-headed meteor hammer, but the theme of "a fairy holding a durian" was just too unromantic.

"No, no, no, let's stick with peaches. One on each side is just right. If it's a durian, we'd have to cut it in half, and just thinking about it makes my mouth water." Si Ming added, "It'll hurt my balls."

"Oh, shall I start drawing now?"

Si Ming, eager to divert the other person's attention, agreed, "Now then."

Hongdou stood up from the ground, but her legs went weak and she almost fell back down. Si Ming quickly helped her up, and she chuckled, "It's still a little numb, and I feel like I can't muster any strength."

Hongdou brought over some special invisible paint and began drawing between Si Ming's legs. She used a very thin and hard brush, which might hurt an ordinary person, but on Si Ming it only felt a little itchy.

When the paint is first applied, it will appear red, but it will fade quickly until it is no longer visible to the naked eye.

The flying fairy in Hongdou's painting has a graceful figure, with flowing sleeves and fluttering clothes. She is clearly dressed very little, with only a strapless top on her upper body and her lower body only covering her buttocks and thighs. Yet, there is no hint of lewdness. Instead, she is full of holiness, as if she is on her way to the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet.

Of course, when combined with the actual location of the seal script, this sense of sacredness becomes somewhat distorted. Si Ming admired the author from his previous life to the point of prostration. Only someone with a certain level of literary flair could come up with such a brilliant idea—flirtatiousness alone is not enough; one must also possess literary talent and wit.

Hongdou painted very quickly, and soon finished a flying fairy. Then she switched to painting the other leg. Seeing that she was very focused and that her forehead was covered in sweat, Si Ming couldn't help but reach out and touch her head to encourage her. Just then, the sound of the door opening came from behind them.

"It's time for dinner, you two should also..."

Si Ming turned around stiffly and met the gaze of Murong Qing, who was standing stiffly at the door.

"This... I can explain, please believe me."

Chapter 718 Spiral Bread

Si Ming was facing away from the door, so he knew very well what kind of scene Murong Qing would see from her perspective.

However, he didn't panic or lose his composure, because he was clear about three things: first, he hadn't done anything shameful; although having a girl tattoo his thigh was a bit... well, it wasn't anything like that.

Secondly, reality is different from TV dramas. In TV dramas, when the female lead misunderstands something, she shouts, "I don't want to hear your explanation!" and the male lead will obediently shut up, even if the matter can be explained in one sentence. In reality, regardless of whether the other person listens or not, you should quickly say the explanation. Even if the other person doesn't hear it at the time, they will remember it after they calm down.

Thirdly, Murong Qing is not Qiong Yao female character from a Qiong Yao novel; she is not the kind of person who values love above all else. She is calm and collected, does not act on emotion, and is someone with whom you can have rational and rational conversations.

With these three things firmly in mind, Si Ming was fearless and not worried about the dramatic events that might occur.

As expected, Murong Qing merely frowned, neither shouting nor rushing in to "catch them in the act," and stood at the door saying, "Explain yourself, I'm listening."

"Actually, Hongdou is getting me a tattoo. Didn't you guys talk about tattoos before? Hongdou got a koi fish tattooed on herself using special ink that doesn't show up normally. I thought it was pretty interesting, so I asked her to get one for me too."

As for the tattoo design, he dared not let Murong Qing it. Otherwise, Si Ming could simply turn around and let her see his thigh. After all, for the class monitor, "a fairy holding a peach" was too indecent and beyond acceptable limits. She would definitely ask Si Ming to wipe it off.

Fortunately, besides turning around, there was another option. Si Ming patted Hongdou's head, signaling her to stand up. As long as Murong Qing saw that Hongdou didn't have anything strange in her mouth, it would prove her innocence.

Sure enough, Murong Qing's expression softened considerably after Hongdou got up, since Hongdou was holding the tattoo pen and paint in both hands and couldn't do anything else.

However, before Si Ming could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Murong Qing's eyes turn sharp.

He followed the other person's gaze and saw that Murong Qing was looking back and forth between the hem of Hongdou's pajamas and the puddle of water on the ground, while sniffing the air, using his Spirit Transformation Grandmaster's sense of smell to distinguish the scents that had not yet dissipated.

Si Ming put himself in Murong Qing's shoes and considered the conclusion he would reach after discovering these three clues and making connections—it was probably all over!

"Wait a minute, I can explain, please believe me."

"Okay, then explain. I'm listening," Murong Qing replied calmly.

"This... that..."

Si Ming's brain raced, as if facing a challenging math problem on the college entrance exam, desperately trying to figure out the correct answer. After all, this question was a hundred times harder than the previous one. He had a clear conscience about the previous question; he only needed to tell the truth. But with this question, he couldn't tell the truth. Why would he use the Xiang Family's secret technique to stun a girl, and even make her succumb to a flood? Who would believe he hadn't had any evil intentions?

Si Ming seemed to see three options appear before him:

First, I only poked around on the outside; I didn't actually put it inside.

Second, that was left behind by the Hongdou generating their own electricity; it has nothing to do with me.

Third, although it looks and smells very similar, it is actually just a special dye made from Hongdou that she accidentally spilled on the ground and splattered on her clothes.

Although the third option sounds forced, it's still much better than the first two. Those two answers might be okay for dealing with Hongdou, but they would be humiliating for Murong Qing.

There was no more time for Si Ming to think things through carefully, and he couldn't think of a better answer in a short time, so he had to make a decision quickly.

Si Ming opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Because he didn't want to lie to those close to him.

"I'm sorry, I can only say that the situation you're imagining didn't happen."

Si Ming lowered his head, realizing that his explanation was utterly inadequate.