His calmness and serenity made me feel even more embarrassed, awkward and guilty, because it seemed like I was the only one who had dirty thoughts in mind when I saw the painting.

“Only when you look without unnecessary thoughts would you truly see the artwork for what it is,” he said.

“Your Highness, you…” I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to say.

Cang Yu took down Nora’s painting contentedly, only to frown. “Sadly, Nora is not perfect. I need to find someone more perfect to trigger Zong Ben’s inspiration.”

“Huh?!” I stared at him in terror. He smiled at me. “Don’t panic. Although I don’t discriminate against homosexuals psychologically, I am repulsed by it physiologically. So, I wouldn’t...