A Portrait Just for Her

The next morning.

Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Aemeath's sleeping face so close to his.

She remained in the same position as last night, her warm breath gently brushing against his collarbone.

He watched this beautiful scene quietly until the sparrows outside the window chirped a few times, at which point the girl in his arms let out a soft, sweet hum.

Aemeath's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were still a little dazed from just waking up. She stared at Lu Yan's face for a while before she came to her senses.

"Good morning, A-Yan ~" Her voice was still sleepy.

Aemeath tilted her head back and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek with a soft "pop."

"Good morning." Lu Yan reached out and smoothed her slightly messy pink hair. "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

"Because I've had enough sleep!"

Aemeath propped herself up in his arms and stretched languidly. The neckline of her pajamas slipped down her shoulders, revealing a patch of smooth, white skin and the faint pink heart-shaped Tacit Mark below her collarbone.

Lu Yan calmly helped her pull up her collar.

Suddenly, Aemeath remembered something. She rolled out of bed, her bare feet on the wooden floor, and pulled open the bedroom curtains.

The brilliant sunlight poured in instantly, illuminating the entire room.

She turned around, looking at Lu Yan on the bed against the light, her eyes gleaming with a strange light.

"A-Yan, we took so many photos at the amusement park yesterday, but... I'm not satisfied."

Lu Yan sat up, looking at her with some confusion. "Not satisfied? Were the photos not taken well?"

Aemeath shook her head. "Photographs are just cold records from machines."

She walked to the bedside, placed her hands on the edge of the bed, and looked at him. "Machines don't understand what love is, but A-Yan does."

She paused, then said coquettishly, "You're an artist, right? I want you to draw me."

"Look at me with your eyes, depict me. I want you to paint the most beautiful version of me, a unique version of me that exists only in your eyes!"

How could Lu Yan refuse Aemeath's sudden and romantic proposal, especially since it was made by the person he deeply loved?

"Okay~" Lu Yan's eyes softened, "Let's go to the studio, I'll paint your most beautiful picture."

After washing up and having breakfast, Lu Yan took Aemeath's hand and went upstairs, pushing open the door to the studio at the end of the second-floor corridor.

Lu Yan sat down in the ergonomic chair, turned on the computer, and traced a few lines with the pen tip on the smooth surface of the digital screen.

"A-Yan, how should I stand?" Aemeath stood in the center of the room, looking around.

"Stand right there, however you like, as long as you're comfortable."

As Lu Yan adjusted the camera feed, he looked up at her and said, "No matter what pose you're in, you're the most beautiful in my eyes."

"Since A-Yan wants to paint the most beautiful version of me..." A mysterious smile played on Aemeath's lips, "Ordinary clothes won't do."

Lu Yan paused slightly as he adjusted the colors. "What?"

"A-Yan, keep a close eye on things." Aemeath winked at him.

The next second, a burst of light erupted from her center! Accompanied by a slight energy resonance, the air in the studio seemed to ripple with visible waves, and the light lasted only a second before receding like the tide.

When Lu Yan opened his eyes again and saw Aemeath clearly, the pressure-sensitive pen in his hand froze in mid-air.

The woman standing there was no longer the obedient girlfriend in her pajamas; she had changed into the suit of a chosen one she wore when they first met, the same suit she wore in the game.

Her long pink hair was tied up high, with the ends cascading down to her waist like a waterfall.

Above their heads floated an ice-blue halo composed of pure light energy, with a radiant hair ornament resembling half-angel wings adorning the right side of the halo.

Most strikingly, the heart-shaped Tacit Mark that symbolizes her life and strength is now exposed to the air without any concealment.

However, what truly made Lu Yan feel parched and his blood rush to his head was the design of the lower half of this combat suit.

The lower half of the body featured a high-slit jumpsuit, completely exposing her long, fair legs to the air.

What's even more striking is the asymmetrical aesthetic: her right leg is clad in a pure white high-heeled boot that tightly wraps around her mid-thigh, while her left leg is completely bare, with only a gold leg ring tied around her upper thigh.

Behind her, a trailing, translucent, swallowtail-shaped tulle skirt, as dazzling as the aurora borealis, stretched out in layers.

But the skirt only existed at the back and sides, while the front was completely bare, revealing her slender waist and alluring curves to him without reservation.

"How about it, A-Yan?" Aemeath tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with pride. She reached out and touched the heart-shaped Tacit Mark on her chest. "Draw me like this. This is what I look like at my best."

Lu Yan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

I didn't pay much attention to this outfit when we first met at the door. I didn't notice anything special in the game, but now that I've seen it in person, it's incredibly revealing.

"Cough... cough..." Lu Yan coughed twice, forcibly suppressing the palpitations and strangeness, trying to make his voice sound normal, "Okay, you... you just stay in this position, don't move."

He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on the screen.

Time slipped away silently with the sound of the pen gliding across the screen. The angle of the sunlight slowly shifted from the east.

When the painting reached the lower half of the body, Lu Yan's brush suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His gaze fell on Aemeath's long, slender, fair legs, and the hem of her almost completely exposed, high-slit, pure white jumpsuit.

In the picture, the aurora-like skirt behind her is already taking shape, gorgeous and flowing.

Lu Yan frowned slightly.

He glanced at the painting, then at Aemeath on the stage, who seemed slightly distracted from standing there for so long.

Lu Yan took a deep breath and drew a mini skirt of the same color as the hem on her previously exposed area of skin and upper thighs.

Half an hour later.

"Alright." Lu Yan put down his pen, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at his work.

"Are you done drawing? My legs are getting sore from standing!"

Aemeath cheered, and with another flash of light, her stunning suit of warrior's armor vanished, replaced by her comfortable pink pajamas.

She put on her slippers and leaned closer to the screen.

On the screen, the pink-haired girl in the sci-fi combat suit came to life. The sunlight shone brightly against the icy blue halo above her head.

"Wow... A-Yan, you drew so well!" Aemeath a heart shape with her hands, her eyes full of joy.

But after a few seconds, her gaze slowly moved down and landed on the lower half of the image.

Aemeath was stunned. She pointed to the dress directly in front of her in the painting, turned her head, and her eyes were full of doubt.

"A-Yan... what is this?" Aemeath blinked. "My combat suit doesn't have this little skirt in the front. I'm clearly wearing a high-slit bodysuit."

Lu Yan's body stiffened slightly.

He glanced slightly to the side, cleared his throat, and explained in a serious, academic tone, "Ahem... it's like this. From an aesthetic point of view, while your outfit is very well-designed, the lower half, directly in front, is just too empty."

As Lu Yan spoke, he traced the lines of the composition in the air with his finger. "Look, the upper body has Tacit Mark and a necklace, and there's such a large skirt in the back. If there's nothing in front, the picture will look top-heavy and lack visual weight and balance."

"So, to maintain overall harmony in the image, I made some artistic adjustments and added a little skirt to the foreground."

Lu Yan spoke with utmost seriousness, as if he were discussing something extremely profound.

Aemeath listened quietly to his earnest nonsense.

She glanced at the little dress in the picture, then turned to look at Lu Yan's slightly reddened ears and his eyes that dared not look directly at her.

How could the clever Aemeath not understand what this extra piece of cloth meant?

What kind of composition is this?! What kind of visual weight is this?! It's just a case of jealousy; they can't bear to draw her dressed like that!

"Oh~~~ I see~" Aemeath deliberately dragged out her words, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

She suddenly leaned close to Lu Yan, almost kissing him. "Master Lu, your standards for 'art' are truly rigorous."

"I thought it was because someone didn't want anyone to see me wearing that dress."

Lu Yan's face flushed instantly when his thoughts were exposed on the spot.

He reached out and pulled Aemeath into his arms, then gave her a punitive kiss on the earlobe.

"Yes, I am a possessive mother." Lu Yan's voice was deep.

Upon hearing these words, Aemeath felt as if her heart was filled with honey, so sweet it was almost cloying.

"Hehe, my little jealous little devil." Aemeath said coquettishly in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, turning her head to look at herself on the screen, still beautiful even with a dress on, her eyes full of joy.