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

"Are you done talking?"

These three words had just been uttered.

Su Mobai's eyes lit up for a moment.

It wasn't a light, it was the light of a damn sword!

Keisha drew her sword so fast it was as if she were tearing the air apart. One moment her hand was hanging at her side, the next, the cold blade was already slashing across his neck.

The blade suddenly magnified in his field of vision, sweeping past his Adam's apple so fast that he didn't even have time to blink.

The hairs on my neck stood on end first.

It wasn't an illusion; a chill truly approached before the sword's edge, as if someone were slowly pouring ice water down his neck, so cold that he couldn't breathe, his back shuddered, and even his fingertips went numb for a moment.

Su Mobai had only this thought in his mind.

send!

Starting with zero frames, who can react in time?

Just an inch away, Hanfeng suddenly stopped, halting at his throat.

He froze on the spot, not even daring to swallow.

Liang Bing suddenly stood up.

The chair leg scraped against the ground with a sharp screech, her skirt swayed, and she almost instinctively took half a step forward, reaching out to grab Su Mobai.

No matter how much she had teased or made fun of Su Mobai, she was genuinely frightened at this moment.

But she had only taken half a step when she saw the sword stop.

People were left stranded halfway through their journey.

Her hand was still raised, her fingertips slightly curled, unsure whether to put it down or not. Her eyes never left the sword's edge, and she kept her breathing very lightly, as if afraid that if she breathed too heavily, Keisha's wrist would move forward another inch.

Keisha confiscated the sword.

She held the sword without trembling, her gaze fixed on Su Mobai's face, and asked calmly, "Why didn't you dodge?"

Su Mobai's first thought was that he wasn't afraid.

Solving problems with formulas is fast.

When the words were finally on the tip of his tongue, he didn't dare utter a single one.

Showing off at this point is tantamount to courting death.

He stood there obediently, his throat tight, and what he said was nothing fancy: "It's not that I don't want to avoid it."

Keisha looked at him.

Su Mobai took a shallow breath and didn't dare to move. "It's... I didn't react at all."

Even he himself felt a little embarrassed after saying that.

Even a disheveled appearance is better than a forced one.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Keisha's gaze first fell on his face, then swept downwards, and after a moment, she spoke softly:

"Most people, when they get to this point, would either immediately kneel down and beg for mercy, or try to absolve themselves of all responsibility at the beginning. In short, they would try to distance themselves from the situation. You're quite interesting; even with a sword to your throat, you can still speak calmly."

Su Mobai did not answer.

He doesn't dare to accept it now.

Keisha raised the tip of her sword slightly, still pointing it at him. "You've got some nerve."

She paused for a moment, her voice still calm, "It also shows some courage."

Keisha finally sheathed her sword.

As the longsword was sheathed, a soft clang of metal rang out, and the tense, oppressive feeling in the room finally eased a bit.

Only then did Su Mobai dare to slowly catch his breath, which he had been holding for so long.

Keisha shifted her gaze from Su Mobai's face to Liang Bing, "Given your personality, this most likely didn't happen on its own."

Liang Bing's eyelids twitched.

Su Mobai was also taken aback.

Keisha continued, "Nine times out of ten, it was you who got interested first, brought him in, and then deliberately arranged him like this, intentionally making fun of him. If you hadn't given your approval, how could he, an outsider, have sat here and been drawn like this by you?"

She spoke in a very ordinary way, as if she were simply stating something extremely simple.

But as soon as those words were spoken, the situation in the room immediately changed.

Su Mobai was the one who was just getting stabbed, but now he's the one who got dragged into this mess. At least on Keisha's side, the blame has already been shifted to Liang Bing.

Liang Bing's expression immediately changed.

After being told the truth, she first felt a flush of heat, then became a little annoyed, and her mouth spoke before her brain could process it, "I didn't force him to draw with a knife."

She knew she wasn't very confident when she said those words.

Keisha's tone remained completely calm, simply replying, "If you hadn't started it, would he be sitting here?"

Liang Bing was speechless for a moment.

Because she really was the one who started this whole thing.

She brought the person in, she deliberately arranged the poses, and even Su Mobai's poses were teased out by her.

There are reasons for this.

But she couldn't just sell Su Mobai off to clear herself of any wrongdoing; otherwise, Su Mobai would really be beheaded by her sister!

To be honest, she really couldn't bear to see Su Mobai die.

Liang Bing bit her lip, swallowed the rest of her sentence, and stood there sulking.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became, and her gaze grew increasingly hostile as she secretly glared at Su Mobai.

There was annoyance, resentment, and something else in that look.

Anyway, this matter can't be left like this.

If he doesn't repay such a huge debt of gratitude properly in the future, she will... she will make him know what regret is.

Su Mobai felt a slight chill run down his spine from her glare.

Keisha looked at him for a moment, then raised her hand. "Keisha."

Her voice was much calmer than before. "Liang Bing's older sister. Until Father returns, I will temporarily take charge of the affairs of Merlo Star."

Su Mobai's eyelids twitched slightly.

I didn't expect Keisha to be a lord now. No wonder she was so imposing just now.

That's not surprising.

He first moved the hand holding the drawing board to the side, shifting the board to the left to avoid bumping into people, and then extended his right hand.

Her hands were very white, with long, slender fingers and neatly shaped knuckles; up close, they almost looked like they were carved from jade.

But when I touched her, she didn't have the calluses that usually appear after training; instead, her skin was surprisingly smooth.

White jade is smooth, soft, and has a strong sense of power.

The jumbled thoughts that had just popped into Su Mobai's mind were quickly suppressed by himself.

To be distracted at a time like this is truly a death wish.

Keisha's grip was light; she released it naturally after just one stroke, as if the previous sword strike was truly over. She looked at Su Mobai, her gaze much calmer than before. "That last strike probably frightened you quite a bit, didn't it?"

Su Mobai dared not play the victim and quickly replied, "I understand."

Keisha's eyebrows twitched very slightly. "Understand?"

"Yes." Su Mobai stood obediently. "If I were the older sister, and I pushed open the door and saw my younger sister sitting in her room with a man of unknown origin, holding a drawing board and drawing like this, I would be being quite reasonable."

This wasn't flattery; it even carried a hint of self-deprecation.

But precisely because it didn't veer towards frivolity, it sounded more like the truth.

Keisha looked at him again.

This man is extraordinary; my clumsy little sister probably can't outsmart him.

interesting.

However, she didn't say much, and then simply hummed in agreement.

Su Mobai couldn't discern much meaning in that "hmm," but at least it wasn't cold anymore; instead, it had a girlish feel to it.

It seems I've been promoted to guest.

Keisha's attention quickly returned to the easel in Su Mobai's arms, startling Su Mobai, but she suddenly said something the next moment.

"How about you draw a large-scale full-body portrait?"