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

Once Su Mobai sat down, the visual contrast between the high and low angles became immediately apparent. In short, it had a unique charm.

Liang Bing sat on the chair with her legs crossed, looking down at him; her position naturally exuded a sense of oppression.

Su Mobai sat below her, too close to her, so close that all he could see when he looked up was her swaying toes and the hem of her skirt, making it difficult for him to even breathe comfortably.

After all, it's just two words.

Passing through the lungs.

I took a deep breath, put my backpack aside, unzipped it, took out my drawing board and placed it on my lap, then opened the paint box and arranged the paints one by one.

The more seriously they performed the actions, the more strange the atmosphere in the room became.

Liang Bing watched him arranging things with his head down, her interest gradually growing.

She never really cared much about the painting; she clearly preferred the process to the result.

Seeing someone who was just being stubborn now sitting obediently at her feet, holding a drawing board and seriously mixing paints, was a feeling even more novel than she had imagined.

Actually, she would prefer the other person to be kneeling, but it couldn't be too much.

She deliberately swung her leg that was crossed over the other end dramatically.

Su Mobai had just finished adjusting the colors when he looked up at her and couldn't help but say, "Don't move around."

Liang Bing didn't back down; instead, she got even more excited, grinning mischievously: "You'll have to beg me."

Su Mobai held the pen, remained silent for two seconds, and finally did not respond to the question. He simply lowered his head and began to draft.

I, Su Mobai, don't joke around with you when I'm working.

They quickly got into the zone.

My mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of light and shadow changes, and large-scale phenomena.

He didn't know anything about legs or jade.

His only passion was for art.

Liang Bing, sitting on top, found his serious expression rather amusing. "By the way..."

"Make it look nicer."

"Don't draw it ugly."

"Or you'll regret it."

Su Mobai immediately lost his composure, "Stop making noise, don't disturb my work."

Liang Bing was taken aback at first, as if she hadn't expected this guy to dare to complain about her being noisy. Then her eyes crinkled, and instead of getting angry, she smiled even more happily.

She propped her chin on her hand, gently wiggled her toes, and deliberately dragged out her words: "Oh, you're quite fierce. You weren't like this when I picked you up just now." Despite saying that, she didn't continue her tantrum, but simply looked at him quietly.

Su Mobai didn't even look up, his pen flying across the paper, but his tone was unusually serious: "Normally you're Liang Bing, but now you're the model. Models have to listen to the artist, otherwise you'll blame me if the drawing is bad?"

Su Mobai spoke toughly, but in his heart he was silently praying, "Don't let this demoness corrupt my Dao heart!"

We were so close that the faint fragrance emanating from Liang Bing kept wafting into my nose.

A double boost from both sight and smell.

It's hard not to have wild fantasies.

I could only force myself to focus all my attention on the painting, repeatedly trying to capture the overall shape and the general changes in light and shadow.

The more you try to focus, the more your body tells you the truth.

Especially when he finished drawing the rough perspective sketch and relaxed to mix colors, his hand holding the pen still trembled involuntarily.

I can't control it.

The movement was so subtle that someone else might have just thought it was normal hand tremor.

But Liang Bing was watching him intently; how could she miss it?

Her gaze swept down to his hand, then slowly moved to his face, finally settling on the increasingly red tips of his ears, and the corners of her lips curled up little by little.

"Su Mobai".

"Hmm?" He didn't look up.

Liang Bing asked lazily, "Were you this nervous when you were drawing my sister?"

.......

Inside a luxurious room at the training ground.

Keisha had just gotten out of the bathtub, her long hair still wet, the ends clinging to her shoulders and back, hanging down in strands.

A maid stood quietly behind her, gently wiping her hair with a soft, dry cloth. Two other maids stood respectfully to her side, holding her inner garment, outer robe, belt, and accessories.

Keisha slightly raised her hand, allowing the maid to drape her undergarment over her shoulders.

Just as the maid was tying her sash, a very low voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Your Highness."

There was a hint of urgency in his voice.

Keisha frowned. Unless it was something urgent, the guards would never disturb her while she was bathing.

"explain."

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

She finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly, "Your Highness Liangbing brought a man back to her room."

"Besides, the gate was tightly closed, and we didn't dare to disturb them."

The movements in the room stopped almost simultaneously.

The maid who was adjusting her sash froze, and the other two instinctively held their breath.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.

Keisha's gaze gradually darkened.

"man?"

The guard outside the door immediately lowered his head even further, his back tense.

"He's a new face." The guard didn't dare delay and quickly added, "No one has seen him before."

Keisha did not speak immediately.

In a very short time, I went through all the worst possibilities in my mind.

My first thought was, what exactly is Liang Bing doing?

The second thought then fell upon that man of unknown origin.

A complete stranger who had never been seen before entered their territory and was taken directly back to their room by Liang Bing. This was definitely not a trivial matter that could be easily dismissed with a simple "nonsense".

Without being informed, he went directly into Liang Bing's room.

If they were just ordinary servants, it would be impossible for them to reach the innermost part of the residence.

If Liang Bing were to personally lead them in, that would be even more inappropriate.

Liang Bing may be being silly, but no matter how silly she is, she wouldn't be stupid enough to bring a strange man into her room.

Unless she didn't take it seriously at all.

Or perhaps someone just knew she was being reckless and deliberately tried to get close to her.

Assassin. Spy. Approaching with ulterior motives. Or even dirtier methods.

Several worst-case scenarios flashed through her mind almost instantly.

Keisha's complexion worsened as she thought about it.

Especially when she thought of Liang Bing's fearless nature, the fire in her heart gradually rose.

That girl has been daring since she was a child, daring to touch and try anything. It's one thing for her to cause trouble on ordinary days, but this time she actually brought a man whose background she didn't know directly into her room.

What a lone man and woman do is completely unknown.

It's ridiculous.

That's absolutely outrageous.

Keisha immediately set off, coldly ordering as she walked, "Guard that side."

"No one is allowed to come near me without my permission."

"Everyone here, keep your mouths shut."

"Anyone who dares to spread this will be arrested."

Regardless of the truth, this matter must not be spread before she sees it with her own eyes.

Liang Bing's identity is too sensitive. She herself may not care about her reputation, but Keisha cannot.

If people find out that Liang Bing brought a man back to her room, who knows what will happen?

At that point, it wouldn't just be a matter of punishing one man; the entire lord's manor would lose face.

When they reached the door, the guards waiting outside had already bowed their heads and stepped aside.

Keisha took the sword handed to her by the maid and placed it on her side.

This action itself speaks volumes.

If the person inside the door really did something, then he wouldn't have to come out alive.

With a light touch of her feet, Keisha's pure white wings unfurled instantly behind her, and in the next moment, she was already soaring into the air.