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

Su Mobai was taken aback at first.

It's not because I don't know how.

Unexpectedly, the topic changed so quickly.

But that moment of surprise lasted only a second; the next instant, he blurted out unconsciously,

Instant answer,

"If Heaven had not given birth to Su Mobai, the path of painting would have remained shrouded in eternal darkness!"

When those words were spoken, even the air in the room seemed to pause for a moment.

Su Mobai was stunned; he didn't know why he had said those words.

A bit arrogant.

But it doesn't matter anymore, since I've already said it, I can only accept it.

Liang Bing was shocked that this little pervert dared to speak so confidently! She looked at him incredulously.

Keisha glanced at him as well.

When this guy was being stabbed, he didn't dare to breathe too much, but now that he's talking about painting, he's like a completely different person.

Keisha's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly; this was intriguing. "In that case, draw me one first."

"Let me see if you really have as much ability as you claim."

Upon hearing her sister's words, Liang Bing's expression changed involuntarily.

The breath I had just caught was immediately swallowed back up.

She brought this person in.

The painting was also painted for her.

With just one sentence, my sister seemed to have taken away both the person and the painting.

On what grounds?

Why does it all belong to the older sister?

She first looked at Keisha, then at Su Mobai, and finally stared at the unfinished drawing on the paper.

angry!

Su Mobai naturally noticed the increasingly cold aura emanating from the person behind him.

I immediately understood what had happened.

I sighed inwardly, thinking, "What a mess this is."

He simply picked up his easel, took a half-step toward Liang Bing, and bowed slightly to Keisha: "Sister Keisha, it's my luck to have caught your eye."

He paused for a moment, then said, "However, I want to finish drawing Sister Liangbing first, and then I'll draw yours."

After those words were spoken, the room fell into a quiet silence.

Keisha looked at him, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Liang Bing was also stunned for a moment, and then the breath that was stuck in her chest inexplicably eased.

Her lips almost twitched, but she quickly suppressed it, only glancing at Su Mobai out of the corner of her eye. This guy could at least speak human language.

Keisha did not nod.

She looked at Su Mobai, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she were trying to tease him: "Do you think I'd let you continue drawing this kind of lewd stuff for my sister in front of me?"

Before Su Mobai could reply, Liang Bing's ears burned, and even the back of her neck began to feel hot. Her face stiffened slightly, and most of her resentment dissipated, leaving only unease.

Su Mobai's mind worked very quickly.

He then lifted the easel, his expression unchanged: "It does look like something that could easily be misunderstood."

He spoke very frankly.

"But when it comes to painting, lines are lines, skeletons are skeletons, and postures are postures. When an artist puts pen to paper, he never distinguishes what can be painted and what cannot be painted according to the common people's perspective. If I'm looking at a hand, I'm painting the undulations of the back of the hand and the relationship between the knuckles."

"Similarly, if I'm focusing on a pair of legs, I'm drawing them based on the forces, structure, and momentum. When I put pen to paper, there's nothing else on my mind."

"Furthermore, it's wrong to say the painting is dirty just because the eyes are focused on the legs and feet."

Su Mobai raised his head, looked at Keisha, and said in a calm tone, "Then it's not that the painting is dirty, it's that people are thinking about dirt first."

Liang Bing stood to the side, her ears growing hotter and hotter.

The more serious Su Mobai became, the more she felt like she had nowhere to stand.

Because she knew that this little pervert was just talking nonsense with a straight face!

If I hadn't witnessed what he did, I would have been fooled by this little pervert too!

She pursed her lips, her fingers gripping the back of the chair, feeling both annoyed and ashamed, yet unable to get a word in edgewise.

Keisha didn't speak immediately either.

She had only casually teased him to see if he would back down.

But I didn't expect this guy to be so professional.

Despite his slender build, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over, he straightened his back and spoke with no hint of hesitation or probing when he talked about his skills.

Like a seasoned veteran taking up arms to fight.

The sword hadn't even been drawn yet, but the aura had already arrived.

Keisha looked at him and suddenly found it very interesting. No wonder her sister had brought him to her bedroom.

She withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "There is some truth to that."

With that statement, the word "vulgar" was effectively taken back.

"Let's continue," Keisha said.

She finished speaking, but didn't leave.

Instead of leaving, he moved half a step to the side and stood in a position where he could neither block the light nor miss the canvas, clearly indicating that he wanted to stay and watch.

This completely changed the situation inside the house.

Liang Bing was the first to succumb.

Just now, when it was only her and Su Mobai, she could sit lazily, placing her legs however she wanted, even daring to tease him with her toes. Now, Keisha was standing quietly to the side and behind, watching, while she still had to be drawn, and what was being drawn was her legs and feet.

Should my legs still be draped like that?

Should I continue to swing my legs?

Where should your eyes look?

Even breathing felt superfluous.

She was sitting in the chair, but her back was gradually stiffening, and a heat spread down her ears, even making her neck turn slightly red. She wanted to put her legs down, but when she thought about how convincing Su Mobai had sounded earlier, she felt that if she moved now, it would seem like she was admitting her guilt, so she could only force herself to stay seated.

Su Mobai sat down again.

I put the drawing board back on my lap and changed it to the most comfortable angle, as if it hadn't been affected at all.

But only he knew that this situation was even more difficult than before.

What kind of situation is this?

Torture, absolute torture!

If someone were under a lot of stress, they'd probably explode by now.

Su Mobai did not look up again.

The small paintbrush twirled between his fingers, picked up some paint, and fell back onto the paper.

The previous draft had started with the image of Liang Bing's legs and feet. Now he followed that momentum upwards, adding the skirt, waistline, shoulders, neck, arms, and finally the face that carried a hint of laziness and arrogance.

The room was very quiet.

Keisha stood to the side and behind, without saying another word.

Liang Bing was initially tense, but eventually, she forgot her earlier unease and could only stare at Su Mobai's hands. She watched the pen move between his fingers, finishing the finer strokes and applying the wider ones, occasionally glancing at her before making the next stroke with even more precision, capturing the posture she hadn't noticed earlier.

This guy is like a completely different person when he draws.

Time slowly moves forward.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

"alright."

Two pairs of eyes from inside the room pressed down on them almost simultaneously.

Keisha didn't give Liang Bing a chance to look at it first, and reached out to take the drawing board away.

Liang Bing immediately objected, taking a step forward. "Sister, why are you grabbing it? Let me see it first!"

Keisha ignored her and looked down at the painting first.

Liang Bing was so angry that she ground her teeth slightly. She could only squeeze past from the side, turning her body sideways and sticking her head out, almost touching the edge of the painting. "Don't look at it alone, this painting is for me."

The two sisters stood together, heads bowed.