Jiang Xinli's gaze followed his V-line down, and she couldn't look away.
This wasn't the first time she'd seen a depiction of a mermaid.
But she had never imagined a mermaid's tail could be so breathtakingly spectacular—
The ink-purple scales at his cold-white waist clung to the powerful lines of his abs, transitioning to a deep blue further down before finally fading into a dark red at the tail fin.
The dark, magnificent tail coiled around the throne with possessive force.
The fins, thin as a cicada's wing, seemed to tremble slightly on the canvas.
The painting was terrifyingly realistic!
As if guided by some unseen force, Jiang Xinli raised her fingertips and reached for the frame.
Just as her fingertips came within an inch of the frame, the abs of the mermaid in the painting suddenly tensed. The thin lips beneath his mask curled into a dangerous arc, and his ink-purple tail stirred a visible ripple across the canvas.
