Lin Xuan drew the talismans as he lightly clenched his hand.
Because those treasures were simply too abundant, even normal breathing made them sway slightly with the rise and fall of her chest, the trembling waves dazzling to behold.
"Your Highness's heart is beating rather fast. If you move around, the talisman won't be drawn accurately."
As Lin Xuan spoke, the tip of his brush traced a circle around that plump, cherry-like bud.
When the black ink ring encircled the pink nipple, the visual impact was striking.
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's left thumb and forefinger gave that erect cherry a gentle pinch without warning, then mischievously rubbed it.
"Ah!"
Unable to hold it back, Dao Baifeng let out a brief cry. Her whole body jolted as though shocked by electricity, her chest thrusting forward as that flush of red instantly filled with blood and stiffened further.
Her face turned crimson in an instant, shame and anger churning in her heart. Young Master Lin should just draw his talismans—why did he suddenly pinch me there?
But...
After that slightly painful pinch, a numb electric current surged from the cherry straight to her head.
That sensation... was strangely comfortable.
Seeing her expression—humiliated, indignant, restrained, yet faintly enjoying herself—Lin Xuan's lips curled into an amused smile.
In a solemn tone, he spouted utter nonsense. "Your Highness, I can see that your glabella is dark today, and the baleful aura around you is even heavier than yesterday. If you wish to dispel it completely, gentle methods alone may not suffice. I'll need to use heavier ink and a bit more force, relying on external stimulation to scatter the accumulated baleful energy. If I seem somewhat 'rough' later, I hope Your Highness will not take offense. Everything is for Young Master Duan's safety."
How could Dao