Spend Money on Goddess, Use more! Gain more!-Chapter 383 - 224: Attribute Surge, Feng Yushi Takes Matters Into Her Own Hands

Chapter 383: Chapter 224: Attribute Surge, Feng Yushi Takes Matters Into Her Own Hands

Feng Yushi’s eyes instantly lit up, her voice filled with delight, "I can teach you! Actually, getting started with oil painting isn’t as difficult as you might think."

"Alright."

Wu Wei looked at her excited expression and smiled, "Then today, I’ll be your student, Teacher Feng; you must be patient with me."

Feng Yushi blushed slightly and nodded.

She quickly found an empty easel nearby and set it up, then laid down a fresh canvas, and took out several tubes of basic paints, a palette, brushes, and turpentine.

She first explained the basic tools of oil painting, the characteristics of the paints, and the basics of color mixing to Wu Wei, then demonstrated how to sketch and lay out large areas of color.

Wu Wei’s eyes brightened as he watched Feng Yushi holding the brush.

Her beauty that he had overlooked before was now prominently visible, especially her hands, which were surprisingly beautiful.

Her fingers were slender and long, the knuckles elegantly shaped, with smooth lines, skin fair and delicate, giving off a natural soft glow.

The pink nails added a lustrous sheen, making the entire hand look even more delicate.

The bracelet of pearls and jade added a sense of elegance, along with a gentle and soft demeanor.

When holding the brush, it added an artistic ambiance, as if she were immersed in art.

These hands are so beautiful!

If the system had a score, it would definitely be above 90!

No less perfect than his own hands now!

"You try it."

Feng Yushi dipped a medium-sized oil paintbrush in some paint and handed it to Wu Wei, "Just paint randomly, feel the texture of the paint on the canvas, relax your wrist, and brush in one direction."

Wu Wei took the brush and painted on the canvas as instructed.

His movements were somewhat clumsy, but his posture with the brush, given his naturally graceful hands, appeared particularly pleasing.

Feng Yushi watched from the side, her gaze unconsciously drawn to his hands moving the brush.

His fingers held the brush steadily, his wrist slightly turning, the tendons on the back of his hand faintly visible with each motion...

She felt her heartbeat accelerate uncontrollably, a wave of indescribable heat and yearning rising within her.

"You... you’re gripping the brush a bit too tightly."

Feng Yushi bit her lip and gently grasped Wu Wei’s hand holding the brush, "Your wrist should be more relaxed, the brush strokes lighter, like this..."

As she spoke, she guided Wu Wei’s hand to draw a soft green arc on the canvas.

Wu Wei was a bit surprised.

He hadn’t expected Feng Yushi would actively come over to hold his hand.

Feng Yushi’s hand was slender and soft, delicately wrapping his hand and part of his fingers.

Wu Wei could clearly feel her smooth skin and slightly cool temperature, along with the slight tremor from her tension.

In that moment, his heart couldn’t help but feel more stirred.

Feng Yushi held Wu Wei’s perfect hand, feeling the warmth and solid touch of his hand’s back and the perfect lines of his bones.

A sudden heat surged from an unknown place, making her secretly bring her legs together, her cheeks blooming with an enticing red glow.

Feng Yuzhou leaned by the door, watching his sister "hand in hand" teaching Wu Wei to paint, a joyful aunt-like smile on his face.

Thoughtfully, he stretched and said loudly, "Ah! Watching you paint is so boring, I’m going out to play some games, call me when you’re done!"

After speaking, without waiting for a response, he slipped out of the studio and closed the door gently.

The studio suddenly quieted down, leaving only their soft breathing and the occasional gentle sound of the brush gliding over the canvas.

The scent of paint in the air seemed to be tinged with an ambiguous warmth.

Feng Yushi’s heartbeat was so prominent that she felt she could hear its echo in the silent space.

Wu Wei felt the delicate grip of her hand and the palpable tension, his heart stirring with ripples.

His wrist suddenly turned, taking the lead, his broad, warm hand gently flipped over hers, enveloping Feng Yushi’s petite, slender hand completely within his palm.

Feng Yushi’s body jolted, like an electric shock.

A strong burst of mixed feelings—surprise, shyness, and intense excitement—swept over her.

Being held tightly by such perfect, mesmerizing hands, the feeling was indescribable, her cheeks burning, almost fainting from happiness.

"Why... why are you holding my hand?"

Her voice was weak, like a buzzing mosquito, her eyes not daring to meet Wu Wei’s, only fixating on their intertwined hands.

Wu Wei turned his head, his eyes intensely gazing at her flushed profile so close, his voice low and tender, with a touch of playful tease, "Your hand is too small to hold mine to guide it. How about I hold you, and you lead my hand to paint, isn’t that steadier?"

His reasoning seemed plausible and hinted at something more. Feng Yushi couldn’t think, only feeling the heat from his gaze and the hand holding hers, red-faced, she nodded lightly, a barely audible "mm" escaping her nose.

Thus, in this quiet studio filled with the scent of paint, they knowingly maintained this intimate and ambiguous position. What colors were brushed on the canvas, what shapes formed, had long ceased to matter. What mattered was his strong, warm hand tightly wrapping her cool, slender hand; his breath near her, her racing heartbeat; what mattered was this unspoken, overflowing tremor and sweetness.

Just at this moment of mutual understanding and surging feelings, the system’s notification sounded softly and clearly in Wu Wei’s mind:

[Feng Yushi’s affection level +5]

Wu Wei’s heart surged with joyful waves. This increase of 5 points of affection level was the most direct proof, announcing that at this moment, the 93-point goddess from the art department had fallen for him.