My Idol is So Cute

"Hello." Baishang Chuuxue got up quickly and bowed to Ying Lili: "My name is Baishang Chuuxue."

"My name is Sawamura Spencer Eiriri, just call me Sawamura." Eiriri nodded.

She and Liang Mo didn't exchange names before, but there is a sign on everyone's desk with their names written on it, so you don't need to ask.

"Okay, Miss Sawamura." Shirakami Fubuki said.

"She is your painter, remember to get along well." Liang Mo interjected beside her.

"Wow, that's great!" Baishang Fuxue's eyes lit up.

Whether she can be popular depends partly on the voice and partly on the original painting.

"Don't worry, I promise to paint you beautifully." Ying Lili sat down and continued to paint.

Baishang Fuxue looked at something this time, she looked away from the phone, and concentrated on watching Ying Lili draw.

Ying Lili drew very quickly, and after a while, the sketch was drawn.

Looking at the strange ears and tail, Baishang Fuxue couldn't help being a little puzzled. Animal ears and tails are fine, but why is it a fox?

She also knows that she has the pet phrase 'meow', no matter how you look at it, she is already a cat.

Forget it, don't think about it if you can't figure it out, just leave it to the agent.

This character design should have been approved by Liang Mo before he started drawing.

Looking at it, Fubuki Baishang felt that something was wrong.

This, this...why is she painting without clothes?

If this is seen by others...

"Well, Ms. Sawamura, why did you draw the one without clothes?" Shirakami Fubuki asked.

"Clothes need to be designed, and you can't draw shirts or anything directly, so first draw one without clothes on, and then put on clothes." Ying Lili was painting, while peeking at Fubuki's delicate body in white.

If a man looked at it like this, he would definitely be considered a pervert, but Ying Lili is a woman, and she is still painting for herself. Even if Baishang Fuxue feels that her gaze makes her uncomfortable, she is too embarrassed to say it...

"Miss Sawamura, you don't need to draw so finely..." Shirakami Fubuki's face began to turn red.

Ying Lili actually drew the details of the chest!

Liang Mo's gaze quickly scanned Ying Lili's computer.

Color it, color it!

Liang Mo is not interested in certain characteristics of this country. Relatively speaking, he prefers to read books or Li Fan.

Two-dimensional girls are so pretty, especially the ones with no clothes on.

"That's right." Ying Lili seemed to catch Liang Mo's gaze, gave him a vigilant look, and quickly wiped off the dots on her chest.

Accidentally committed an occupational disease. When she was drawing people just now, she wanted to draw someone without clothes. In her mind, there was a script for this character to be tied up and abused...

Baishang Fuxue's painting still has a normal expression at present, but Yinglili already has her high C expression in her mind...

Look at her pitiful appearance, plus a bunch of big guys...

What a great material!

In other words, after drawing this character set, should I give her a copy and sell it?

Well, it must be a fire!

Chapter 12: Not Drawing Clothes

Seeing her erase the details, Baishang Fuxue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.

She is a tea drinker, and she prefers tea to beverages.

Seeing that Ying Lili had erased the details, Liang Mo couldn't help feeling a little regretful, and took another peek at Baishang Fuxue's chest.

Baishang Fuxue wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Girls are very sensitive to this clock's gaze, and she found out when Liang Mo swept her.

"Do you want to draw it next..." Ying Lili said to herself there.

"ah!"

Baishang Fuxue trembled in fright, some tea spilled out and fell on her lap.

She is wearing a white dress today, with part of her snow-white thighs exposed.

"Don't panic, just wipe it off." Liang Mo quickly pulled out some facial tissue from the paper on the table, and handed it to Baishang Chuuxue.

He really wanted to wipe Baishang Fuxue, but she probably wouldn't agree.

"Thank you, thank you..." Baishang Fuxue took the toilet paper, lifted her skirt up a little, and wiped her legs.

Fortunately, the tea was not very hot, otherwise it would have scalded me.

"It's okay." Liang Mo kept staring at her legs.

"Well, it's okay..." Seeing that Liang Mo's gaze still didn't look back, Baishang Chuuxue couldn't help tugging down her skirt.

Seeing that the scenery was blocked, Liang Mo couldn't help feeling a little regretful, and hurriedly continued to translate.