Super God: My sister-in-law discovered me secretly drawing Kaisa's feet.

Chapter 35 Why are my breasts drawn so big?

in the afternoon.

When Su Mobai arrived at Liang Bing's courtyard, his steps were much lighter than in the morning.

It's not that he wanted to be lenient.

Once someone wins two games in a row against Keisha, they will subconsciously straighten their back a little and breathe a little more smoothly.

When Liang Bing looked up and saw his refreshed appearance, for some reason, her anger flared up instantly.

There is no reason.

I just don't like the look of it.

This guy went to his sister's for morning tea this morning, and came back acting like he got a huge advantage.

She sat in the chair, her gaze sweeping from Su Mobai's face to his collar, and then back to the corner of his mouth. The more she looked, the more she felt that this person needed to be taught a lesson.

"Yo."

Liang Bing spoke slowly, "You seemed to enjoy your morning tea quite a bit."

Su Mobai paused in his steps.

? ?

Did I offend her?

He immediately adopted a proper demeanor. "It's alright. Sister Keisha is very nice, the tea is very good, and the snacks are very good too."

Liang Bing narrowed her eyes. "Just tea and snacks, please?"

Su Mobai glanced at her, his tone steady, "And the environment is also very good."

"That's it?"

"What else?"

Liang Bing stared at him. "Tell me yourself."

Su Mobai touched his nose. "Sister Liangbing, I'm going to have morning tea, not to write a self-criticism. The way you're asking me sounds like you're interrogating a criminal."

Liang Bing sneered, "You're not a prisoner?"

"At least not yet," Su Mobai said seriously. "Lord Vislan just arranged a new courtyard for me, so I'm now considered a semi-senior talent within the manor."

"Highly skilled personnel?"

"Yes." Su Mobai nodded. "The certification on the east side of the inner courtyard is the same as the two young ladies'."

Liang Bing was amused by his arrogant attitude and kicked the table leg lightly. "You're quite good at raising your own status."

"There's no other way." Su Mobai sat down opposite her and put his art supplies away. "When it comes to things like value, if others won't give it to you, you have to set your own price first. Otherwise, you'll end up selling yourself by the pound sooner or later."

Liang Bing raised an eyebrow. "Why would I sell you?"

Su Mobai glanced at her. "Treat her as a toy."

Liang Bing curled her lips into a smile. "You do have a good sense of self-awareness."

"So I was mentally prepared before I came here today." Su Mobai sighed. "This afternoon, it's Liang Bing's special. The theme is probably how to drive an innocent painter crazy."

"Be poor."

Liang Bing leaned back in her chair, raised her chin, and said, "Draw."

Su Mobai looked up. "What are you drawing?"

"Draw me," Liang Bing said matter-of-factly. "It's what I owed you. My sister has one of those that glows, I want one too."

"Isn't your expectation a bit too high?"

"You seemed quite energetic when you went to your sister's this morning?" Liang Bing raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so listless here with me?"

Su Mobai remained silent for a moment.

You can't accept that.

Accepting this could easily lead to serious trouble.

He lowered his head to adjust the colors, his tone unusually serious, "Okay. Paint."

Seeing that he had suddenly become obedient, Liang Bing felt even more uneasy.

She rested her chin on her hand, watching him unfold the drawing paper and then watch his brush touch the canvas. Once Su Mobai actually started painting, he would become much quieter. Just a moment ago, he was talking incoherently, but now his eyes were focused, and as soon as the brush moved, he seemed to be pulled into the paper by something.

Liang Bing originally wanted to tease him a bit.

But as I watched, I swallowed my words back.

I don't know why she likes Su Mobai's serious demeanor.

A long time passed.

Su Mobai finally stopped writing.

This time, there's no exaggerated lighting like in Keisha's painting, nor the overwhelming regal aura pressed onto the paper. Yet, the Liang Bing in the painting is alive.

She sat casually in the chair, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes, her fingers resting on the armrest. Her posture was lazy, her expression mischievous, and her lively spirit was captured perfectly.

Liang Bing leaned over for a look, but didn't say anything at first.

She stared at it for a long time.

The more I looked, the more I couldn't help but smile.

My older sister is pregnant.

She has one too.

That's pretty good. She wanted to praise him, but then she thought she shouldn't let him get too cocky.

So she glanced at the painting and quickly discovered a big problem: this guy had drawn his chest to be huge!

"Su Mobai".

Su Mobai had just put down his pen when he heard her tone, and his eyelids twitched. "What's wrong?"

Liang Bing pointed to the painting, "Here."

Su Mobai looked in the direction she was pointing.

Then silence.

Liang Bing slowly turned to look at him, her smile gone, but her eyes brightened even more. "Explain yourself."

Su Mobai coughed lightly. "Where?"

"Stop playing dumb." Liang Bing narrowed her eyes. "Why did you draw this so obviously on me?"

She usually wears a corset today, with a regular coat over it, which should have made her figure look very neat.

Even viewed from the side, it shouldn't be this accurate.

The more Liang Bing looked at it, the hotter her face became.

"I was clearly wearing a corset." Liang Bing took half a step closer. "You couldn't tell from the outside at all."

Su Mobai sat in the chair, feeling as if he had been pushed to the edge of a cliff again.

He really wanted to say that he learned it from watching anime.

Liang Bing lowered her voice, "How did you figure that out?"

Su Mobai looked up at her.

Liang Bing was also looking at him.

His eyes clearly said: You better make up something that sounds pleasing to the ear.

Su Mobai remained silent for two breaths, then raised his hand and pressed his brow.

"I'll tell you the truth, please don't hit me."

"You go first."

"I drew it based on my intuition."

Liang Bing raised an eyebrow. "How do you feel?"

"That's right." Su Mobai immediately picked up the thread, "It's the artist's feeling. Once you're in the zone, you're looking at the overall structure, not just any one part. How the shoulders drop, how the waist is cinched, where the fabric is tight and where it's loose, how the center of gravity is positioned, where the breath gently rises and falls."

Liang Bing's gaze grew increasingly dangerous.

Su Mobai immediately changed his tune, "Of course, I didn't look closely."

"How could you draw so accurately without looking closely?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Flow state." Su Mobai said with a serious expression, as if reporting military intelligence, "At that time, I was no longer myself."

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Liang Bing paused for a moment, then asked, "Then who are you?"

"I am a slave to art."

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Liang Bingqi laughed.

OK OK.

What a slave to art!

Seeing her smile, Su Mobai knew his life was temporarily saved, so he quickly continued to smooth things over, "Really, you can't blame me. When you sat there, the light fell, and your posture came into play, the painting naturally followed that direction. I'm just the one holding the brush; you can't put all the blame on me."

After a moment, she reached out, grabbed his body, and pulled him a little closer to her.

"Su Mobai".

"exist.

"You'd better pray that your paintings stay this good from now on."

Why?

Liang Bing looked down at him, a smile in the corners of her eyes, but her tone was slightly lowered.

"Because if it doesn't look good, I'll shove that 'artwork I just painted myself' back into your mouth."

Su Mobai's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Then I'll try my best."

Liang Bing released him and glanced down at the painting again.

She was still complaining, but her eyes were shining.

Su Mobai saw it, but didn't expose it.

Liang Bing also saw that he had seen it.

She glared at him, "What are you looking at?"

Su Mobai immediately looked away. "Look at the art."

Liang Bing: "Get lost."