The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

The angry sister pushed him out the door, not giving him a chance to speak at all.

In desperation, he had to enter the real white room.

Regarding the issue of manga serialization, it is also on the right track. Qianliu only needs to look at it occasionally, point out the inappropriate ones, and then let Mashiro revise it, or let her discuss with the editor Ayano, and leave it to her to think for herself most of the time.

"Qianliu, not today."

Seeing him enter, Zhen Shi suddenly ran to the bed and huddled up, and a head was exposed from his body covered by the quilt, staring at him pitifully.

"I didn't want to do anything, just to see how your painting went."

Seeing his innocent appearance, Zhen Shi spent thinking about it for more than ten seconds before he got out of the quilt, but she was hugged by Qian Liu as soon as she came out.

"Qianliu, liar!"

The girl began to struggle gently, and her body temperature gradually began to rise during the struggle, and her slightly confused eyes looked a little sexy.

Holding Mashiro to the drawing board, Qianliu expresses his thoughts with actions.

Sure enough, Zhenbai quickly calmed down and leaned into his arms obediently: "Little girl is not talented, I will ask you later."

"This kind of saying that you want to marry the other party is taught by Misaki again."

"Then I will marry you."

"no need."

"It's too much!"

Qianliu couldn't help laughing and rubbing her long hair.

"Are these the drafts you drew later?"

He looked at the cartoon screen on the computer and asked.

Shiro nodded: "Next month."

If it's next month's draft, it's quite a long time.

Qianliu has probably browsed it once, and the quality is not particularly good. From his point of view, it is absolutely fine for the general market.

Accompanying Zhenbai to talk for a while... Qianliu put her down and planned to leave after hearing what normal people said in a cloudy and foggy way.

"Are you going?"

She was afraid of what he would do before, but when she really wanted to leave, Mashiro was a little reluctant, and she projected her uneasy gaze.

"If I was here, you wouldn't be able to sit still and draw the manuscript."

"I'm calm."

"Remember to get rid of the blush on your face when you lie."

Different from a few days ago, today's Shinshiro is more clingy and timid and shy.

Qianliu pointed to the phone: "You can call me if you have anything."

"Are you coming right now?"

"Will do."

Only then was she satisfied. It seemed that women were a little worried when they lost the most precious things, even if it was true.

Therefore, Qianliu could feel her sight just before closing the door.

............New day! Tachibana Haruna got up early to make bento again under the strange eyes of her mother and sister.

"Sister Yangcai, when will you bring your boyfriend out to show me?"

In the bathroom, Rui asked casually.

Recently, my sister Yangcai started to wear makeup consciously. She watched her make up her bangs, put on foundation, put on light lipstick, put on a freshly washed off-white shirt, fastened a thin belt, and sprayed light on her wrist. Perfume, carefully examine your appearance in the mirror.

Because I was too focused, I didn't even hear what my sister said.

I really look like an idiot, Yang Cai muttered in her heart.

"Sister, are you listening?"

Rui couldn't help but intensified her tone.

"Eh, what"

Yang Cai finally woke up.

So Rui reluctantly repeated the question again.

"They say they don't have a boyfriend."

Yang Cai felt that her face must be very red at this moment, because she could clearly feel the hot temperature.

Immediately, Ruyi pointed out expressionlessly: "Sister Yangcai, your face is very red."

Washing her face with a towel, Rui twisted the towel and said with doubts, "Sister Yangna even if she has a boyfriend at her age, it's not a shameful thing, and even if she is shy and doesn't want to tell her mother, I can't do it?"

"This......"

Yang Cai looked embarrassed: "Rui, it's hard for me to explain to you, maybe wait, wait until next year..."