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

"Were you this nervous when you drew your sister?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mobai paused for a moment.

But he didn't say anything.

To be honest, Su Mobai was a little numb inside. Couldn't this little vixen just behave herself for once?

Really.

It disturbed my drawing.

Liang Bing saw this, a smirk playing on her lips. She took off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto his easel. "What, can't answer? Or is painting me and painting her different?"

That little devil really knows how to pick her target.

Oh no, I mean, the foot.

Su Mobai's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked up at her.

Liang Bing was looking down at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners, exuding a lazy, mischievous charm. Yet, her face was so beautiful that even when she was tormenting him like this, it didn't make him angry.

He moved the pen away from the paper a little, lowered his voice, and adopted an honest demeanor, "Of course it's different."

Liang Bing raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"When I was drawing your sister, she was far away, a lot of space away. I was hiding in the grass. I was nervous, but at least I didn't have to breathe for fear of being heard."

Su Mobai paused, his gaze falling on the foot she was extending in front of him, then returning to her face, forcing a hint of sincerity into his voice.

"But now you're making me sit so close, in the room, just the two of us. I'm a perfectly innocent virgin, less than a foot away from such a beautiful woman like you, and I have to stare at you. It would be a miracle if my hands didn't shake."

Liang Bing paused for a moment.

The next second, a smile spread across her eyes, and even her shoulders trembled slightly. "You really dare to say that."

Su Mobai shrugged. "To be honest."

"Completely innocent?" Liang Bing looked down at him, her voice rising at the end, "Who was it that secretly did something perverted just now, and dares to say they're innocent?"

"That's a person's appreciation of beauty."

Before Su Mobai could even finish saying those words, he was already internally cursing the system a thousand times.

"Then why are you blushing now?"

"It's hot."

Liang Bing almost laughed at his shamelessness. Just as she was about to continue speaking, the door was slammed open with a bang, the door panel crashing heavily against the wall, even causing the gauze curtains hanging in the room to shake.

Su Mobai's shoulders tensed, and he subconsciously turned his head.

There was a person standing at the door.

Blonde hair, white wings, and a tall figure. She simply stood there, without saying a word, and the air in the room seemed to sink, as if something was pressing in from the doorway, instantly crushing away the previous languid ambiguity.

Su Mobai is very familiar with this person.

After all, I just drew the other person's bare feet.

Indeed, the person who arrived was the legitimate daughter of the Lord of Merlo Star.

Keisha.

The future King of Angels.

I love wearing thermal underwear.

But now it seems like it's all over.

Keisha's gaze fell upon the two people in the room as soon as she entered.

First look at Liang Bing, then at Su Mobai, and finally at the drawing board on his lap.

The scene inside the room seemed to be paused; neither Su Mobai nor Liang Bing dared to move.

Liang Bing sat on the chair with her legs crossed, the playful, teasing attitude from before still lingering in her posture.

A man sat cross-legged in front of her, holding a drawing board in his lap, his small brush still in his hand. What he was drawing on the paper was none other than her calves and feet. The basic outline was already drawn, and half of the shadows had been laid out; anyone could tell what he had just been drawing.

Su Mobai's finger trembled, and the pen tip almost drew a crooked line on the paper, but he managed to stop it.

Only two words remained in my mind.

broken.

Liang Bing stiffened for a moment. Almost instinctively, she wanted to put her crossed leg down, but she stopped abruptly halfway through the movement, her back tense. She opened her mouth, clearly wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. She could only quickly glance at Keisha's face, her fingers secretly gripping the edge of the chair, even the instep of her foot tensing into thin lines.

Keisha neither scolded nor asked any questions.

She just stared at them with a sullen face.

This is even more frightening than opening one's mouth.

Liang Bing's previous fierce temper was completely suppressed by that one look. She pursed her lips, and her eyes became much more docile.

Su Mobai caught a glimpse of her like this out of the corner of his eye. He was so worried that he could hardly even think about speaking up for her, let alone help her.

My heart felt even colder.

Well, we can't count on that anymore.

If he remained seated and waited for Keisha to speak, the more he explained, the more it would seem like he was doing something wrong.

Thinking of this, he picked up the drawing board, propped himself up half a step, and shifted his body forward, blocking Liang Bing's way and separating the two of them.

After he finished doing that, he could feel Keisha's gaze become even heavier.

But it's too late to back out now.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

"Miss," Su Mobai bowed first, his movements not particularly formal, but his attitude was humble enough, "It was my fault for disturbing you."

Keisha looked at him but didn't respond.

Su Mobai had no choice but to continue speaking.

"My name is Su Mobai. I'm a painter from a very far place, a traveler from... the other side of the starry sea. As I traveled here, I couldn't help but put brush to paper whenever I saw a beautiful scene worth keeping. Today, I was a bit presumptuous. I caught Miss Liang Bing's eye first, and only after obtaining her permission did I follow her in to paint."

"If there was any impoliteness, it is my responsibility and has nothing to do with Miss Liang Bing."

Liang Bing, who had been tense, twitched her eyelashes slightly upon hearing this and glanced at him.

Su Mobai also felt her gaze, but did not dare to turn around.

After all, Keisha was still watching him.

And her hand was on the hilt of the sword at her waist!

Keisha remained silent.

The more silent she became, the more Su Mobai knew he couldn't stop.

He could only continue to round it out.

"As for what I painted..." He raised the canvas slightly, not daring to get too close to her, "it is indeed easy to cause misunderstandings. But I did not intend to be frivolous. When an artist looks at a person, he first looks at their bone structure, then at the light and shadow and their posture. Temperament and feeling come first."

"When Miss Liang Bing sat down, she crossed her legs, and her entire aura immediately came out. From this angle, the lines are the cleanest and the transitions are the most obvious, capturing that fleeting moment of brilliance even better than from the front."

He licked his dry lips and continued, "Especially the focus of her perspective, the tension, and the unintentional sense of superiority she exudes right now—that's the main point."

"If I were to rush to paint elsewhere, I wouldn't be able to capture the essence of the painting. It was my eagerness that made me lose my sense of proportion, but when I put pen to paper, I was thinking about painting, not anything else."

The room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Of course, what they heard was Su Mobai's increasingly rapid heartbeat.

To be honest, how could Su Mobai not be nervous?

What is his strength? What is the opponent's strength?

If I say the wrong thing, I might be transported back to the past again. An ancestor from the Dragon Kingdom once said, "Observe calmly, keep your composure, deal with things calmly, bide your time, be good at hiding your strength, never take the lead, and make a difference."

He remembers it all!

If I were invincible from the moment I transmigrated, I wouldn't need to be so humble.

Liang Bing, who was so nervous that her fingers were stiff, gradually changed her expression when she heard the words "beautiful," "impressive," and "tension."

Her ears started to heat up, and even her tightly pursed lips twitched slightly.

Most importantly, she really didn't expect that Su Mobai, who had looked like he was about to die just now, could take all the blame after standing up and actually pull off a whole set of plausible words.

What's most infuriating is that these words actually sound quite pleasant.

She instinctively wanted to nod, but Keisha was standing right in the doorway. The movement was barely out of her mind when she forced it back down. She could only keep her lips pursed, pretending to be an outsider, while her toes were already quietly curling up.

Su Mobai stood there, inwardly cursing Liang Bing eight hundred times over.

Name, origin, motive.

They've made up everything they could.

Now we'll see if this future King of Angels will buy it.

Keisha finally moved.

Her gaze first fell on the drawing paper, then on Su Mobai's face, and finally over his shoulder, she glanced at Liang Bing, who was clearly feeling guilty.

Liang Bing shrank back slightly when she was caught in that glance.

Keisha then looked at Su Mobai again.

"Are you done talking?"