Chen Pozi went to the other private rooms to confiscate their bed curtains.
Jian Ruonan and the other gossip-loving girls enjoyed the bed-shaking show that was "tasteless to eat, yet a shame to throw away."
Suddenly, Painter No. 3 and Painter No. 4 appeared beside them.
Painter No. 3 demanded, "Housekeeper, what are you doing here?!"
"And you girls, what are you peeking at?!"
The gossip-loving girls were thin-skinned. Caught red-handed watching other people do that, they flushed scarlet and wished they could find a hole to crawl into.
Jian Ruonan could not see a thing and was already annoyed. She immediately snapped back, "What do you think we're watching?!"
"We're appreciating the true essence of art, of course!"
"So you're allowed to race ahead on the broad highway of art, but we're not allowed to soak up even a little artistic atmosphere?!"
"Are all you great artists this domineering and unreasonable?!"
"For fuck's sake, seriously!"
Painter No. 3 and Painter No. 4 were both dumbfounded.
Why did the housekeeper's words sound so familiar?!
Of course they sounded familiar. Weren't these the very words they had just used to morally blackmail Jie Panxia?
In this world, only magic could defeat magic.
Painter No. 3 asked in earnest, "You're a housekeeper, and you want to study art too?"
"Yes." Jian Ruonan pointed at the swaying bed curtains inside. "Is art always this sneaky? Why won't you let anyone watch?"
"When you were painting before, weren't you stark naked, with your nipple knobs on display for anyone to see?"
"..." Painter No. 4 said, "That's different?"
Jian Ruonan pressed, "How is it different?"
Painter No. 3 said, "This is art. It's normal that you don't understand."
Jian Ruonan said, "Art is so profound, so captivating. I'm truly impressed!"
"Painter, I want to