How to Develop the King of Anime

Spring has arrived, and it is not very cold at home during the day. Mashiro also changed out of his winter home pajamas and put on white and pink silk home clothes.

The two lotus-like jade arms were exposed to the air, and the snow white was as clear as ice crystals. Even if the smooth skin was not touched, one could feel its stagnation and smoothness. twenty two

The really white hair was a little messy. After a night of sleep, the pale golden hair exploded. Although she has learned many daily skills, brushing her teeth and washing her face has long been no problem, but when it comes to shampooing, if If no one urged her, she would most likely forget it.

Today's Jingu Yao came back a little late because she met an acquaintance outside, so she didn't wash her up in the early morning.

But thinking about the fact that you don't have to go out today, even if your hair is messy, it doesn't matter, Jingu Yao also put out the thought of shampooing Shinshiro now.

"...how am I happy?"

Jingu Yao said with a smile, but he was indeed a little happy when he arrived, because he seemed to have met a lovely girl who had been dusted by pearls, and just this morning, he accidentally saw the bright light under that layer of dust.

"You're laughing."

Zhenbai tilted his little head and said with certainty.

"Yeah, I'm really happy..."

Jingu Yao put the two magazines in his hand in front of Mashiro, "...Congratulations to Mashiro, your work is on the cover of the magazine again."

Mahiro looked at the two magazines expressionlessly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Although it seemed that she did not have any other emotions, Jingu Yao knew that she was still very happy.

It's not the joy of being proud of one's achievements, but the joy of being recognized.

"...Yo."

"what happened?"

"I can't hold back this feeling anymore!"

Zhenbai covered his heart with his hands, raised his pretty face, and the transparent pupils seemed to be shining with water.

"If you can't hold back, then don't hold back."

Having long been accustomed to Shiro's ambiguous speech without looking at the scene, Jingu Yao walked behind her and pinched her face with his hand.

The skin on her face is smooth, and even if she doesn't use any makeup, she doesn't feel greasy, but it is very clear, and although Zhenbai is very thin, there is enough flesh on her face to be pinched into small balls by Jingu Yao.

The expressionless Mashiro allowed Jingu Yao to bully her until Jingu Yao lowered her head and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth.

The faint, thirst, and extremely light fragrance, but it makes people want to hold her and linger with her.

"This painting... hang it in the house."

Mashiro's fair face seemed to turn red, she took out an oil painting from the messy table and handed it to Jingu Yao.

It was an architectural painting that many painters would draw. On the brightly colored white paper, a very ordinary house appeared on the paper, and Jingu Yao could see at a glance that this house was the one he was living in now. The house stands in the center of the painting, surrounded by a small garden. The man crouches in the garden and teases the dog wagging its tail in front of him, while the woman stands at the window, watching them quietly and softly.

Maybe this is Mashiro's understanding of home, a Labrador, a man named Jingu Yao, and herself.

At this time, the white Labrador is lying on the feet of Zhenbai and is asleep. From time to time, Zhenbai will touch and touch its back when he is tired of painting. Every time the Labrador will wag its tail and lick and lick it. her hand.

The affinity between Zhenbai and dogs is unusually high, but they are not liked by cats. Every time the wild cats near the house see Zhenbai, they will run far away.

Jingu Yao took the painting that should be called 'home', took off the photo frame by the bed, put this painting in, and asked at the same time, "...do you want to continue painting today?"

"Well, if you promise Yao, you must work hard."

What Mashiro is doing on the workbench is not drawing comics. This time, she will finish the manuscript and hand it over to the editor on time. She could have a rest today, but Mashiro picked up her paintbrush and drawing paper again and started. Practice like before.

Jingu Yao did not stop her, this is the path Shiro chose, and what he should do is to encourage her.

Moving the laptop to Mashiro's side, Jingu Yao sat side by side with her and turned on the computer.

I opened LINE and saw that there was no accident. Yingli Li was indeed online. The otaku girl wouldn't surf the Internet unless she was rushing to the doujinshi. Most of the time she was playing games online.

[I met An Yilun today. 】

Jingu Yao thought about it for a while, and directly said something like 897.

[Oh, and then what? 】

Ying Riri responded quickly, almost after Jingu Yao had just finished greeting her, her reply appeared.

【Don't want to know what we talked about? 】

Although Ying Riri's tone was cold, Jingu Yao raised the corner of her mouth and continued to tease her.

【What did you talk about has nothing to do with me! 】

Sure enough, the arrogant girl would never say that she really wanted to know what they were talking about.

[But I want to talk about what we all talked about. 】

After Jingu Yao finished saying this, there was no response from the other side, as if waiting for Jingu Yao to speak.

[...If you want to say it, then say it quickly! ! ! 】

After waiting for a long time, it may be that after finding out that Jingu Yaoyao was silent, Yingli Li directly frowned.

Even through the computer, Jingu Yao could feel Yingri's anger turning into anger. He lowered his head and thought about it, then smiled and said to Zhenbai: "...Mashiro, let's go out to eat at noon today, someone will treat you~"

Mashiro, who was holding a paintbrush and hadn't started painting, paused after hearing the sound, she turned her head slightly, and whispered softly with indifferent eyes that seemed to see through everything in Jingu Yao: "... Yao is bullying people again. ."

"Haha! Those who know me are so innocent!"

Chapter [-] Like a brother