Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

But suddenly I can't go home...

"never mind."

Shaking her head, Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't think about these things.

In the past, Yukinoshita Yukino always had a cold look, with no human touch on her body.

This is very bad for a second daughter from a family.

It's good to have a friend now.

Maybe.

Looking back to Sawamura Eiri's bedroom——

"Is this your new studio?"

Looking at the easel placed in the corner, Yukinoshita Yukino cast a suspicious look at Eriri Sawamura, who was guilty beside her.

The easel was still in the studio on the second floor when she came last time, why is it in the bedroom today?

Yukinoshita Yukino easily judged that Sawamura Eriri should have brought the easel here in the last two days.

The paints and brushes under the easel are clean.

Tsk......

Glancing at Sawamura Eriri, Yukinoshita Yukino didn't say anything.

Putting the schoolbag in his hand aside, Yukinoshita Yukino asked:

"So, what do I need to do next."

She really mustered up a lot of courage when she said this.

It's okay to say that at other times, after all, I wouldn't think so much.

But now she is facing an extremely good book painter.

Yukinoshita Yukino guarantees with her little conscience that this guy is definitely thinking about things that are not suitable for children.

"Well, you sit down first."

Turning her head, Sawamura Eriri said with her back to Yukinoshita Yukino.

What the hell is going on with this damn embarrassment!

Sawamura Eriri yelled frantically in her heart.

This inexplicable embarrassment made her not know what to say.

In silence, the two set up the easel.

"Whoo~"

Letting out a long breath, Eri Sawamura calmed down a lot.

Under the command of Sawamura Eriri, Yukinoshita Yukino sat on the edge of the bed and made a pose.

"Raise your hands a little higher and mess up your hair a little."

"The eyes can look to the window, and so can the lamp."

"The neckline is opened and the skirt is lifted."

As we talked, the topic started to go wrong.

Yukinoshita Yukino, who subconsciously put her hand on the neckline, suddenly reacted, and looked at Sawamura Eriri with unfriendly eyes.

The next second—

"Oh!"

"It hurts!"

Clutching her head, Sawamura Eriri, who was brutally horrified, looked at Yukinoshita Yukino resentfully.

What is more exciting is not without it, why are you so excited.

Under Yukinoshita Yukino's force coercion, Sawamura Eriri started painting honestly.

"rustle--"

After entering the state of painting, only Yukinoshita Yukino and the unfinished sketch in her hands are left in Sawamura Eriri's eyes.

The normal college entrance examination sketching time is required to be 30 minutes.

But for most students, this time is very tight or even endless.

Only a small number of art candidates who stand on the head can have more time.

Many people become slow sketches after sketching and drawing.

Ahem, back to topic.

The nib traveled back and forth on the drawing paper, leaving black lines.

The image of Yukinoshita Yukino appeared on the drawing paper bit by bit.

In many cases, the image of the characters in the painter's pen will have a certain discrepancy with the real image of the characters.

It may be that the artist exaggerated it in order to highlight a certain feature.

It is also possible that the painter's own supervisory thoughts influenced the painting.

Obviously Yukinoshita Yukino herself was sitting upright by the bed, with a cold expression and eyes looking at nowhere.

But Yukino Yukino under the pen of Eri Sawamura gives people a different feeling.

The neckline is a little loose, the skirt edges are a little messy, the arms are a little unnaturally visited, the hair is a little…  

The addition of each "slightly" makes the image of Yukinoshita Yukino on the drawing paper very different from the reality.

To put it another way, Yukinoshita Yukino on the drawing paper is very astringent.

It's as if he hasn't slowed down after the incident.

"Finish."

Looking at Yukinoshita Yukino on the drawing paper, Eri Sawamura fell into deep thought.

I won't be beaten to death by that bitch woman under Yukino, right?

"Drawn? Let me see."

After noticing Sawamura Eriri's expression, Yukinoshita Yukino suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

"No!"

"Be obedient, let me see!"

"do not want!"

"Oh!"

In the end, the painting fell into Yukinoshita Yukino's hands.

Quietly raised her head and took a look, Sawamura Eriri was ready to be hammered by this cold flat-chested dog woman.

But I didn't expect that Yukinoshita Yukino was not too angry after taking a look at it, but silently put away the painting, and then sat back on the bed.

"Then?"

Keeping a calm tone as much as possible, Yukinoshita Yukino asked without raising her head.

It was as if there was something on the ground that attracted her attention very much.

In fact, from this perspective, she can only see her own feet and nothing but the floor.

The line of sight was not obstructed in the slightest.

After all, there is nothing that can block her view (laughs).

Blinking, Sawamura Eriri reacted a little belatedly.

"oh oh."

He frantically set up the easel and took out a few more pens.

Looking at Yukinoshita Yukino who was sitting by the bed, Sawamura Eriri took a deep breath and stood up abruptly.

Going straight to Yukinoshita Yukino, reaching out her hand before she could react......

Don't get me wrong, it's just a matter of adjusting posture and styling.

"Wait, I feel bad for you like this."

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon."

"Slower!"

Of course, it is inevitable that there will be some differences of opinion in the process, and physical contact is also inevitable.

In this way, one painting after another was produced from the easel of Eri Sawamura.

at last!

The last step is here!

"That, Yukinoshita."

Putting down the brush, Eri Sawamura said with erratic eyes:

"Well, the model thing..."

Covering her neckline, Yukinoshita Yukino who was blushing didn't say a word.

Obviously, he always looks weak at ordinary times, but now he has become tough.

"I want to go back!"

Standing up abruptly, Yukinoshita Yukino closed her eyes and said loudly.

The cold camouflage was torn to pieces by a certain book artist who was full of theoretical knowledge from the Internet and couldn't wait to try it in the past few hours.

Just as Sawamura Eriri was about to say something, Sawamura Sayuri's voice came from outside the door.

"Xiao Xue Nai, I told your mother that you will not go home tonight~"