After a One-Night Stand with a Seductive Bad Woman - Chapter 16

The wound on her hand took over a week to fully heal.

During that time, Lu Jia fulfilled several contractual obligations with Sheng Shubai, using everything except her right hand, which the woman had explicitly ordered her to keep resting.

Knowing that getting it wet would slow the healing process, Lu Jia took extra care during her daily routines.

At first, Lu Jia felt a faint awkwardness when she tried using the device, thinking it might feel more comfortable without it.

But once she actually started using it, she had no time to dwell on such thoughts.

Technological advancements truly had their purpose, Lu Jia mused. Even if she were to break her hand, she couldn’t achieve this frequency manually.

Having witnessed its effectiveness, she became unstoppable when it came to choosing different models.

Lu Jia had never seen so many options before, and the sheer variety left her dazzled.

Last night’s model was a new type. Sheng Shubai leaned in to embrace her, considerately leaving the smaller half for Lu Jia, yet it remained intensely stimulating.

Even as they lay on the soft bed, the overhead light blurred her vision, its haloed glow swirling in dizzying circles. Her scattered thoughts couldn’t discern anything else.

Again, she was the passive recipient of force, her body completely yielding.

Lu Jia had always been the first to succumb, especially with the woman’s deliberate efforts to pull her close and kiss her.

It wasn’t until dawn that they finally came to an end.

Sheng Shubai carried her to the bathroom to clean up together before collapsing back into bed. Lu Jia closed her eyes and was instantly lost to exhaustion.

She managed only to nestle into the woman’s arms, inhaling her soft, fragrant scent, and mumbled a hazy goodnight.

She slept soundly until after eight the next morning. Fortunately, it was the weekend, so there was no need to worry about school.

Lu Jia quietly got up to wash and brush her teeth. She settled in the living room with her laptop, reviewing research papers until nearly ten o’clock, when Sheng Shubai finally emerged from the bedroom.

Seeing the girl sitting cross-legged against the sofa backrest, her slim laptop balanced on her lap, Sheng Shubai casually asked, “Why didn’t you go to the study?”

Lu Jia looked up. “This is fine.”

The study was, after all, the homeowner’s private space. No matter how many times she visited, she was still an outsider.

Slipping into her slippers, Lu Jia padded into the kitchen and noticed the steamer basket filled with the shumai and steamed dumplings they had mentioned the night before.

Sheng Shubai chuckled. “You refuse to set foot in the study, but you’ve practically memorized the contents of the refrigerator.”

Lu Jia closed her laptop. “That’s different.”

Her cooking skills weren’t improving rapidly, but preparing breakfast—whether simply steaming frozen foods from the fridge or buying takeout from the breakfast shop downstairs—was hardly difficult.

Since Sheng Shubai always seemed more exhausted after their late-night activities, Lu Jia naturally took on the responsibility of making breakfast.

As Sheng Shubai sat down at the table, Lu Jia turned on her tablet and handed it to her. It was a new inspiration that had struck her the previous night. Too sleepy to sketch it out then, she had hastily drawn a rough draft that morning.

The image depicted a woman plucking morning dew-kissed roses, which Lu Jia planned to turn into a color woodcut print.

Instead of the usual wine-red for such subjects, the woman’s nightgown was temporarily filled with pale hues, creating a striking contrast against the verdant foliage of the rose bushes.

Sheng Shubai’s gaze froze the moment she glanced at the screen.

Forgetting her breakfast, she carefully examined the tablet Lu Jia had handed her, pondering the intention behind every stroke.

It was just a simple sketch, but Lu Jia felt a little embarrassed by Sheng Shubai’s serious scrutiny. She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s just a quick sketch, not very refined yet.”

Sheng Shubai glanced up at her briefly before returning her attention to the screen, zooming in and panning with two fingers.

“I suddenly dislike your mentor even more.”

After nearly five minutes, Sheng Shubai finally returned the tablet to Lu Jia.

She raised an eyebrow, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes narrowing playfully.

“Seriously, you still won’t consider studying watercolor? In a few years, when I become a doctoral supervisor, I could continue mentoring you. I promise I won’t let you delay your graduation.”

The girl had exceptional talent and boundless creativity.

For artists like them, the greatest fear was becoming rigid and formulaic.

Sheng Shubai had always admired Lu Jia’s work, finding it far superior to that of her peers. Today’s piece, with its striking color palette, was particularly dazzling—the word “new” hardly captured its essence.

The girl, usually as dull as a piece of wood, transformed completely when working on her printmaking, revealing a remarkable talent.

Perhaps influenced by the prints Sheng Shubai had shown her of her aunt’s work from years ago, some of Lu Jia’s pieces shared a faint resemblance in atmosphere.

If the others at home saw this…

Sheng Shubai cut off her thoughts, refusing to dwell on the idea.

“Miss Sheng, you flatter me,” Lu Jia said, her fingertip brushing the edge of the tablet, still retaining the faint warmth of Sheng Shubai’s earlier touch.

Lu Jia knew Sheng Shubai had majored in printmaking during her undergraduate studies. She had researched Sheng Shubai’s work online and found it infinitely superior to her own—no surprise, given her lineage from a family of renowned printmakers.

Hearing Sheng Shubai’s praise now made Lu Jia feel undeserving.

Sheng Shubai tucked a stray strand of hair behind Lu Jia’s ear. The girl’s fine, soft hair wrapped obediently around her fingertip.

“Alright, let’s clean up. We’re going out to buy swimsuits later.”

She didn’t argue about whether Lu Jia deserved the praise. Glancing at her watch, Sheng Shubai rose to clear the dishes.

They had planned to go swimming several days earlier, but Sheng Shubai, remembering the pajama incident, specifically asked Lu Jia what style of swimsuit she had.

When Lu Jia sent her photos of several one-piece swimsuits, the top one was a classic black-and-white striped design.

Sheng Shubai fell uncharacteristically silent for five minutes.

This single swimsuit likely contained more fabric than all the other swimsuits in Lu Jia’s wardrobe combined.

So, after their intimate encounter the previous night, Lu Jia lay nestled in Sheng Shubai’s arms, listening to the woman plan their trip to buy swimsuits today.

Her sleepy head nodded intermittently as she let Sheng Shubai make all the arrangements.

The girl was beautiful and slender, but not fragile. The definition of her waist and abdomen was only slightly less pronounced than Sheng Shubai’s, and faint muscle tone was visible when she flexed her arms.

After their relationship deepened, Lu Jia noticed Sheng Shubai’s fondness for rubbing her own abdomen. Feeling inspired, Lu Jia promptly signed up for a gym membership at C University.

Sheng Shubai was very pleased with Lu Jia’s cooperative attitude, which she demonstrated through their nightly activities. They trained their upper body and core three times a week.

After consulting Lu Jia, Sheng Shubai learned that she didn’t mind wearing less revealing outfits; she had simply preferred one-piece swimsuits before. Sheng Shubai rubbed her temples in exasperation.

If she hadn’t personally witnessed Lu Jia sketching her designs, she would have doubted whether those imaginative, vibrant concepts truly originated from this aesthetically challenged “Woody” brain.

Before coming to the store, Sheng Shubai had pondered which styles would suit Lu Jia.

But standing in the boutique, surrounded by a dazzling array of options, she was overwhelmed by the sheer variety.

Sheng Shubai realized that Lu Jia’s temperament was worlds apart from her own, so she naturally couldn’t pull off the styles she favored.

Yet Lu Jia’s stunning waist and abdominal curves were too beautiful to hide.

It’s our own pool anyway, Sheng Shubai thought. She’ll be the only one seeing me. No outsiders.

She picked out several striking pieces. If they ever went on a beach vacation together, these would come in handy.