Chapter 113: Photorealistic Portrait and the Little Loli’s Song

After many tries, Liu Liwa became exhausted and his legs felt weak. The Little Loli instinctively resisted and simply couldn’t learn the song. Shaking and twisting were movements she couldn’t master no matter how much she practiced. Meanwhile, Qin Wan’er and Miss Liuyun practiced the accompanying dance and soon became skilled.

“Stop!”

It was a continuous movement—bending from the right to the left, then suddenly rising from the left, first swaying the long hair, tilting the head back, straightening the waist, and then shaking the chest. It was one of the most classic and seductive moves in women’s power dance. When performed by the fair-faced Miss Liuyun, it combined innocence with temptation, an angelic yet devilish blend. Just as she was about to rise but hadn’t fully stood up, her hair flying in the air, Liu Liwa paused as if he had pressed a stop button.

At that moment, Miss Liuyun wore a white dress with a half-open collar. Her half-bent posture revealed creamy, smooth skin. Because of the vigorous dance, a drop of sweat trailed slowly from her chin into her “cleavage.” Her hair was loosely draped, and the swaying skirt was slowly settling. This beautiful and seductive scene was immediately imprinted in Liu Liwa’s mind. He grabbed Qin Wan’er anxiously and said, “See it? See it? A true artist must know how to capture the beautiful moment and record it forever. Why are you standing there? Hurry up and draw!”

Qin Wan’er started working right away, completely taken in by Liu Liwa’s mention of “artist.” With drawing paper, brushes, and various pigments ready, she could fully express her talent.

Qin Wan’er’s talent in painting was truly amazing. With just a few strokes, she outlined the graceful lines of Liuyun’s form. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, as if flying in the wind. The fluttering skirt resembled blooming spring flowers. Using a fine brush and dark yellow pigment, she clearly depicted the beautiful legs. The different pigments made them appear more realistic and delicate, like real skin with a soft glow. A golden line between the peaks vividly portrayed a deep, unfathomable crevice. A bead of sweat trickled down, exuding a captivating charm.

Soon, the blend of purity and seduction, the fusion of angel and devil, sprang to life on the paper. This time, using various colors highlighted the shine of the beautiful legs and the depth of the cleavage, fulfilling Liu Liwa’s request to emphasize key features. This collaboration gradually improved: Miss Liuyun became more relaxed, Qin Wan’er’s brushwork grew more refined, and many of Liu Liwa’s creative ideas came to life.

The Little Loli, watching nearby, was inspired by their relentless pursuit of artistic perfection. Eager to earn Silver Taels sooner to buy her freedom, a fiery determination ignited within her. This time, without anyone paying her attention, she boldly started singing: “I am a Little Loli, with a sweet voice and a soft body…”

With the Little Loli’s accompanying song, everyone’s spirits were lifted, and they became even more unrestrained. Liuyun began actively following Liu Liwa’s directions. For the next scene, she sat behind a qin table, hands gently resting on the instrument. She appeared elegant and dignified, like a lady from a noble family, exuding a cloud-like aura. Yet her clothes slipped, revealing her entire left shoulder and half of a “mound,” high, smooth, full, and incredibly enticing.

For the third painting, Miss Liuyun lay on a bed, her body buried under the covers. One jade-like leg extended outside the quilt, with a delicate foot, smooth calf, rounded knee, and taut thigh. Half of her fragrant buttock was visible, creating an extremely alluring image. Anyone seeing this painting would think she was completely naked, though under the quilt, she was wrapped up tighter than an Eskimo.

There were two more paintings: the first depicted Miss Liuyun bathing in a wooden tub. Amid the misty steam, her jade-like body shimmered, hinted but not fully revealed, evoking an ambiguous and dreamy atmosphere. The second showed her back view as she rose from her bath and dressed. A sheer gown had just been draped over her, dampened by her wet body. The thin fabric clung to her, revealing an upright posture, curvaceous and enchanting, utterly mesmerizing.

With the five paintings completed, dawn was near. The rooster crowed three times, and wandering spirits returned to the underworld. Yet everyone in the room was exhilarated, especially when Liu Liwa produced a special investigation Command Token from the Imperial Guard. Both Qin Wan’er and Meng Xinying had seen such tokens before—they remembered soldiers with these tokens raiding their homes, leaving a deep impression. It was a symbol of working for the Imperial Family.

Once, this token had been a death warrant that led them into the Pleasure House. Now, it became their protective talisman. How unpredictable life was.

Especially for Miss Liuyun, whose life in the Pleasure House had seemed bleak with no way out. Now, everything looked bright. With this token, she could completely change her fate—it was a total turnaround for her. Staring at the token with fiery eyes, she then turned a tender gaze toward Liu Liwa. Overwhelmed with emotion, she spun around. The damp sheer fabric still clung to her body. This bath portrait had pushed the limits for effect, and her turn gave Liu Liwa a clear, unmistakable view…

With Wen Jun’s prior notice, ordinary guests wouldn’t call on them for company. So, this token might not be used often, and it was unlikely all three would be chosen together. They agreed to share one token—whoever was in danger would use it. The other token, Liu Liwa kept for his own protection, in case some flirtatious relative of the Imperial Family took an interest in him.

Liu Liwa had obtained this lifesaving token, but it was closely tied to model Liuyun and painter Qin Wan’er. Only the Little Loli hadn’t contributed much. Yet despite her young age, she had strong pride and refused to reap benefits without effort. Determined to shine and improve herself, she practiced singing more diligently. Outside, roosters crowed; inside, clear notes rang true. Just as ancient sages rose at the cock’s crow to practice diligently, now Meng Xinying competed with the roosters, striving tirelessly for self-improvement.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in golden light. They shone upon the Little Loli, making her radiant. Though not tall, she was well-proportioned and full-figured. Young in years, she already had curves in all the right places. Her large, clear eyes always sparkled with innocence.

She seemed like a girl who should still be passing notes to boys in school or holding hands in hidden spots before or after class—a youth in the flower of her age. Yet here she was, destined for the Pleasure House. How fickle fate could be.

Inspired, Liu Liwa composed another song and patiently taught it to Meng Xinying.

“Sunlight, golden and bright, the rooster crows three times. The Little Loli awakes, quickly dressing up. Little Loli, wears new clothes, Little Loli, sings her song. Where does a happy life come from? It must be sung out loud. Green leaves and red flowers, Little Loli stands tall, round and firm and full. We all love her so…”