Quick Travel: Redeem the Villain

Lu Mu got out of bed and walked to the painting.

Looking at the lifelike Zhu Shiyi in the painting, Lu Mu curled up his lips into a smile.

"My muse, mine," he whispered.

Lu Mu picked up the paintbrush.

His brushstrokes are lively and delicate, as if he is communicating with Zhu Shiyi in the painting.

Every stroke and every line is filled with deep affection for Zhu Shiyi.

I don't know how long it took, but the sun set.

Lu Mu put down his paintbrush and looked at the work in front of him with satisfaction.

Zhu Shiyi in the painting becomes more and more vivid, as if he could walk out of the painting in the next second.

Night fell again, and Lu Mu looked at the painting expectantly.

Zhu Shiyi's figure appeared as expected, and the two of them smiled at each other. No words were needed, everything was self-evident.

[The plot of this world is very simple. As an artist, Lu Mu has a deep pursuit and desire for beauty in his heart. One day, when he picked up the paintbrush, his thoughts began to fly. He used delicate and vivid brushstrokes to outline the image of the muse in his mind, a beautiful, mysterious and charming man. His eyes are like deep lakes, flashing with gentle light; his hair is as light and elegant as willow branches in the breeze; his smile is like a flower blooming in spring, exuding warmth and vitality. Every stroke seems to give him life. As the painting is completed, Lu Mu's heart is filled with an indescribable emotion. He found that he not only painted the muse, but also fell deeply in love with him.

Deep in love, Lu Mu chose to end his own life. He threw himself and the painting of Muse into the sea of ​​fire, letting the flames devour everything.

Suddenly, a mysterious light rose from the sea of ​​fire. In the light, Lu Mu's figure gradually emerged. He smiled and stretched out his hands to his muse, as if inviting him to enter another world together.

The two figures merged into one in the light. When the light faded, only the burnt painting remained.

That night, the raging fire not only took Lu Mu's life, but also ruthlessly engulfed all the innocent servants in the villa. 】

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The breeze rustled the leaves, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water, illuminating the entire villa.

Lu Mu gently embraced Zhu Shiyi in his arms, feeling his warm body temperature and soft skin. He lowered his head and kissed his lips gently. Zhu Shiyi closed his eyes, feeling Lu Mu's passion and love.

Their lips intertwined, their tongues gently touched, and they exchanged breath and emotions with each other. This kiss was full of passion and tenderness, bringing their hearts closer. Zhu Shiyi's hands tightly grasped Lu Mu's clothes...

……

Lu Mu possessed his own muse.

A month later.

Lu Mu gently shook Zhu Shiyi's shoulders and whispered, "Wife, wake up." His voice was gentle and low, with a hint of pampering and care.

Zhu Shiyi closed his eyes tightly, frowned slightly, and uttered an indistinct sound: "Well... let me sleep a little longer..." He turned over and turned his back to Lu Mu, obviously still immersed in sleepiness.

Lu Mu looked at Zhu Shiyi's cute appearance, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips. He gently stroked Zhu Shiyi's hair and said softly: "But the sun is already shining on your butt, get up quickly."

Zhu Shiyi still didn't open his eyes, but muttered in dissatisfaction: "You took too long last night..." There was a hint of grievance and fatigue in his voice.