Shen Moqing is just a painter.
She walked into the painting, just wanting to return the soul-fixing pearl stolen by her master to the ancient demon king who had been sealed for thousands of years.
As a result, the demon king not only refused to accept her, but also blocked her in the underground palace.
"Your master owes me more than one bead. There is still a wisp of my original demonic energy in the brush in your hand."
"Not yet? Then paint for me."
Seven paintings. Draw his profile, scales, anger, sleep, eyes, the way he loves someone.
And the last one - a drawing of her face after winning.
Shen Moqing gritted his teeth: "Just paint."
But she didn't expect that this half-human, half-snake demon would come very close to her every time he watched her paint.
The forked black tongue licked the tip of her ear.
"When you draw me, your heart beats very fast."
