Chapter 116: The Power of the Divine Brush

After getting up, naturally, it was time for breakfast.

Tang Yunle looked at the bowl of pure white soy milk in front of her, her expression a little strange.

“What’s wrong, Ah Le? Don’t you like to drink it? How about a glass of orange juice?”

Qin Liang, who was beside her, asked while biting into a large meat bun. In response, the girl gave him a merciless eye-roll.

“Ahem—I didn’t do it on purpose,” the young man, who had instantly understood, touched his nose. “Think about it, you were the one who bit me this time.”

“I’ll be more careful next time.”

“You still want a next time!” Tang Yunle glared at the young man, her cheeks quietly flushing with a thin layer of red. She took a big gulp of the soy milk, trying to suppress the indescribable awkwardness in her heart.

But the warm soy milk slid down her throat, and the sensation was just like some of the liquid from just now, and it churned slightly in her stomach. Her face couldn’t help but turn a little redder.

“Be good~ don’t be angry anymore.”

“Let’s go for a walk after breakfast, and we’ll sunbathe together.”

“Hmph!” Tang Yunle turned her head, her mouth slightly pouted, and she ignored the young man.

But after breakfast, she still obediently pushed Qin Liang out to sunbathe.

The sun was bright, and it filtered through the gaps in the leaves on both sides, casting mottled light and shadow on the stone-paved road.

Tang Yunle pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly.

Qin Liang spun the fountain pen in his hand. On the dark black metal shell, the pattern of a small golden dragon shimmered with fine light in the sun.

He looked at the brightly lit leaves above his head and thought to himself, “It would be nice to have a little wind.”

Suddenly, a cool breeze carrying the scent of grass and trees rolled over, blowing Tang Yunle’s long hair across his ear, with a hint of a faint lemon scent.

The young man was not unaware of the strangeness, but he just let out a comfortable sigh and enjoyed the moment.

He turned his head to look at Tang Yunle, who was pushing the wheelchair behind him. His gaze inadvertently swept over her chest, and he couldn’t help but mutter in his heart, “They feel a little small. It would be better if they were a little bigger.”

Qin Liang was not a giant breast fetishist, but he liked the feeling of large, fleshy flesh.

Just like how he liked the leg shape of Tang Yunle and Kele, they were both plump leg shapes. If they were too thin, they would look like a skeleton. If they were too fat, they wouldn’t look good.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Tang Yunle raise her hand and grab her chest. She frowned and looked down at her clothes, her voice muffled, “Ah Liang, this set of clothes from your house, does it shrink after being in the sun for a long time?”

She tugged at her collar. “I suddenly feel like it’s getting tight, and it’s also itchy.”

“That can’t be. My family’s clothes aren’t plastic wrap. How could they shrink from the sun? But if you think it’s too tight, you can change into a new set when we go back later.”

As soon as his words fell, when the sunlight fell on her again, he suddenly paused.

The fabric, which had seemed a little empty just a moment ago, was now filled out with a soft curve. It was clearly fuller than in his memory. Even her collarbone, which was exposed at her collar, seemed more exquisite.

The young man rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked again. It was still the same, large, fleshy, full, and plump.

Qin Liang stared at it, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He raised his hand and touched his forehead. There were no signs of a fever. He couldn’t help but doubt his own memory.

Could it be a side effect of the surgery, and there was something wrong with his brain?

It couldn’t be that Tang Yunle’s chest had suddenly gotten bigger in an instant, could it?

This is not scientific!

“What are you looking at, you old perv! Aren’t you a leg fetishist? When did you become a breast fetishist?”

Seeing that a certain sexually repressed as*hole who was a good brother of his was staring at a certain part of her, Tang Yunle’s voice had a hint of gritted teeth.

She raised her hand and pinched Qin Liang’s arm. The force was not light, and Qin Liang “hissed” in pain. He finally came back to his senses from that ridiculous visual shock.

He rubbed his eyes again, and then touched his forehead. He didn’t pay any attention to Tang Yunle’s action just now, but just said, “Ah Le, push me back. I have something to do.”

Tang Yunle acknowledged.

Back in the bedroom, Qin Liang, on the grounds that he wanted to be alone, sent Tang Yunle away. Then he did a small experiment to test his memory.

The results showed that his memory was normal.

He tested it repeatedly for a few seconds, and it was still normal.

Qin Liang took a deep breath—after eliminating all the impossible, the remaining one, no matter how incredible, was the truth.

There was nothing wrong with his brain. Was it that Tang Yunle’s chest had really gotten bigger in an instant?

But this is not scientific!

Wait, he and Tang Yunle had both transmigrated, and Tang Yunle had even been gender-bent. This matter itself was not scientific at all. Why should he be纠结 about whether it was scientific or not?

Thinking of this, what was the reason for Tang Yunle’s chest suddenly getting bigger?

Was it a coincidence, or was it inevitable?

As Qin Liang was thinking, his fingertips suddenly touched the fountain pen on the bed. The cool touch reminded him of what had happened before—he had been spinning the pen, turned his head to see Tang Yunle’s chest, and the thought that had crossed his mind was:

“They feel a little small. It would be better if they were a little bigger.”

His ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly. The young man clenched the fountain pen and turned to look out the window. The sun was bright, and the grass was green. He closed his eyes slightly.

Since it had come to this, any more thoughts were useless. It was better to try it out.

“I want a rain.”

After a long while, the young man slowly opened his eyes. The sun was still bright outside. The hand that was holding the fountain pen loosened, and a complex emotion rose in his heart, an indescribable feeling.

He couldn’t tell if it was regret or relief.

He regretted that the object with supernatural power was not the pen in his hand.

He was relieved that the object with supernatural power was not the pen in his hand.

Just as the young man was breathing a sigh of relief, a gradually clearer sound came from his ear.

First, there was a light “drip,” then a lingering “pitter-patter,” and a “rustle” of a whisper. It quickly turned into a “gushing” torrent, and finally, it was a “pitter-patter” like a sudden rain drumming.

In just a few minutes, the gentle breeze and light rain had turned into a raging storm. Bean-sized raindrops smashed on the ground, splashing layers of silvery-white water.

He stared blankly at the window, his expression dazed, with only one thought in his mind.

A great disaster will not kill, but will bring good fortune.

He remembered watching a cartoon when he was a child, “The Legend of Lazy Sheep,” which had a superpower apple tree. It was about Lazy Sheep gaining superpowers after being hit by the fruit from the tree, and a series of ridiculous stories that happened between him, his companions in the goat village, and the wolf couple in the wolf castle.

Supernatural power—no, it was a superpower. It was right in front of him. With just a thought, anything could be realized.

With this kind of power that could overturn everything, what would a person do?

I don’t eat beef? Happy Superman? Or a one-word hall for the earth?

No, Qin Liang felt that at this moment, there was something more important waiting for him.

It wasn’t about doing whatever he wanted, or letting me protect the earth. It was…

The young man looked down at his weak waist and his lower body. In theory, this was a side effect of the surgery. He would have to sit in a wheelchair for a few months, and then he would need to do rehabilitation exercises to get better.

But now…

“I want to stand up.”

A firm and cool male voice echoed in the room.