The thought of Xu Qianli buying her painting and likely fooling around in front of it with one or many women, enjoying the tenderness of others while lasciviously fantasizing about the woman in the painting, made Qi Yujiao unbearably embarrassed.
Not only because she had painted it, but also because the woman in the painting was actually herself.
Qi Yujiao had used herself as the model for that stunning oil painting of a beauty.
In the painting, she, veiled and baring her enticing body, with mere leaves covering the most crucial areas, was simply too shameful.
Creating this painting and exhibiting it had required a great deal of determination on her part.
Perhaps it was an uncontainable rebellion deep within her, or maybe something else altogether, but she did it regardless of the consequences.
At the exhibition, she roamed near the painting, purposely observing.
