Quick Travel: Redeem the Villain

Zhu Shiyi was startled, but found that he did not feel anything strange. Lu Mu's hand was like a phantom, freely moving between reality and the portrait.

"System, system, what is going on?" Zhu Shiyi asked puzzledly.

"Host, you can leave this world through the paper. If you don't want to leave, you can still talk to Lu Mu. As for Lu Mu... he can touch the host in the painting."

"???"

"What? Is this normal?"

"Hey, host, this is a small world. You can't use common sense to look at it."

Zhu Shiyi: “…” Okay… What a weird little world.

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Lu Mu is a unique person. He is not only an artist, but also a master who can shock the world with his brush. Every time he swings his brush, he can create amazing works of art that shock the entire art world.

Lu Mu's painting style is unique and diverse. Whether it is delicate realism or abstract expression, he can handle it with ease. His brushstrokes seem to have magical power, able to convey his deepest emotions and thoughts to the canvas. Each painting is a projection of his soul, full of the power and charm of life.

Lu Mu stared at the exquisite face in the painting quietly, as if time had frozen. His fingers gently stroked the delicate brushstrokes on the canvas, feeling the emotions contained in every line and color. Gradually, his gaze became more and more passionate.

Finally, he slowly lowered his head, and his lips gently touched the softness on the canvas. This kiss was deep and full of nostalgia, as if he was expressing his endless thoughts and love to the painting. His breathing was slightly rapid, and his eyes revealed an indescribable obsession and persistence. At this moment, he seemed to pour all his emotions into this kiss. Zhu Shiyi felt a strange force surge in his heart, as if something was responding to Lu Mu's kiss.

Zhu Shiyi's face in the painting turned slightly red, and a strange feeling came over him, as if he could really feel Lu Mu's warmth.

After a long time...

Good night, my muse.

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In the dead of night, Zhu Shiyi quietly walked out of the painting and stood in front of Lu Mu's bed. She stared at Lu Mu's sleeping face quietly and reached out to touch his face.

Zhu Shiyi's hands were slightly cool, and Lu Mu's long eyelashes trembled slightly. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes that were as deep as the night.

"Are you finally willing to come out to see me?" There was a hint of joy in his voice. It seemed that this sentence was not only said to Zhu Shiyi, but also a confession from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, the world in his eyes was only Zhu Shiyi.

"Well, I'm here." Zhu Shiyi's voice was as light as the wind.

Lu Mu smiled, his smile was as gentle as water.

The two looked at each other in silence, but the atmosphere was filled with a different kind of emotion.

Lu Mu reached out and gently held Zhu Shiyi's hand, "Will you come out and accompany me every day from now on?"

Zhu Shiyi nodded slightly, a blush appearing on her face.

Zhu Shiyi stayed with Lu Mu like this. Time passed by minute by minute. The sky outside the window gradually turned pale, and a new day began.

Zhu Shiyi stood up and slowly walked to the front of the painting. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scroll, and his figure gradually disappeared.