After rebirth, I became their Miss Painter

Beep!

"Huh...?" She frowned slightly, and her eyes gradually shifted to the illustration in Nan Lianxue's hand.

"It's nothing, it's just an ordinary manga illustration."

I lied subconsciously... and even hid the illustration behind my back.

"I do not believe."

Su Qing'er folded her arms, and slowly bent down, the corners of her mouth curved slightly:

"I don't believe it, little pity snow~"

Chapter 110 The Regretful Ms. Painter

In the room, a young girl curled up in the corner of the sofa, her fingers tightly grasping the corner of the sofa, her little feet wrapped in black silk had no place to rest.

"No, no... no—"

"let me see."

"..."

Xiao Lianxue tightly hugged the manga in her hand, shaking her head nervously.

Secretive, what is she hiding?

Su Qinger was very curious.

But... if the stalemate continues like this, the atmosphere will become very awkward.

Even Su Qinger...

It would also be embarrassing.

Su Qing'er glanced at the book in Nan Lianxue's hand for a while, showing a look of disappointment, retracted her body, and muttered aggrievedly:

"Really... can't you..."

If it's a normal request, it's all right, but... the thing Lianxue got today is an exception.

Absolutely...absolutely not to Su Qinger!

However, this manga was given to her by my elder sister. Does that mean... my elder sister already knew that there are these illustrations at the end of this manga?

Xiao Lianxue pursed her lips lightly, looking at her sister who was packing the tableware not far away, she obviously didn't notice the situation here.

Unexpectedly, just as she was in a daze, Su Qing'er supported her body with her hands, leaned forward, and was almost lying in front of Lianxue.

"Lianxue..."

Pretending to be pitiful doesn't impress Nan Lianxue, even if Su Qing'er is really cute right now.

Xiao Lianxue quickly took a few steps back, but there was no room to move back.

Posture has gotten worse.

The smaller Nan Lianxue did not have a size advantage, her legs were being held down by Su Qinger, while Xiao Lianxue still hugged the manga and did not let go.

At this moment, the corners of Su Qing'er's mouth could not help but rise.

She stretched out her hands, but the target was not the cartoon that Nan Lianxue was holding in her arms.

"babble!"

Xiao Lianxue's face turned red all of a sudden, she realized how out of control she was, and quickly raised her hand to cover her small mouth.

"Don't... you can't..."

This righteous refusal turned into a whisper of refusal and welcome when it reached his mouth.

"is it here?"

"It can't be done, it can't be done...uh..."

The girl who was crushed under her body couldn't hold back anymore, Su Qing'er kept tickling her waist, even Xiao Lianxue, who always had a poker face, couldn't help laughing.

For a moment, the girl's brisk laughter echoed in the room.

Struggling is useless.

Her hands unknowingly let go of the manga, and took Su Qing'er's hands instead.

Su Qing'er never thought that after this little Lianxue held her hands, she turned around, pushed and pulled her hands, and pressed her under her body all of a sudden.

...Eh?

The tide turned, but not completely, only a little bit.

Because at this moment, after Xiao Lianxue rode on Su Qing'er, she seemed to have finally realized something, her face was already redder than ever, and her head seemed to be steaming.

Then she covered her face, jumped off Su Qing'er, picked up the manga that fell on the floor, and ran towards the bedroom.

But she seems to have forgotten that she took those three illustrations out of the manga separately.

Nan Ruoshui packed up the dishes and walked out of the kitchen. She heard Lianxue's laughter just now... Then she saw Nan Lianxue running back to the bedroom from the living room.

Only Su Qinger.

Holding a small illustration in his hand.

His face was flushed.

Nan Ruoshui felt a little puzzled, and then walked over until she found another illustration.

So there were two more silent girls in the living room.

For Nan Ruoshui, this was not the first time she had seen her sister's illustration, and then her gaze shifted slightly to Su Qing'er.

For Su Qing'er, who had never seen this kind of illustration, it was too exciting at the beginning.

Too bad...but so astringent, so cute, but still so bad.

As expected of himself.

Su Qing'er and Nan Ruoshui looked at each other, and then they turned to one side in unison.

But at this moment, the bedroom door was opened.

Xiao Lianxue ran out with a thump, snapped twice, took away the illustrations from their hands, and then ran back to the bedroom.

The whole process takes no more than five seconds.

...is the last stubbornness.

......

Xiao Lianxue wrapped her body completely in the blanket, not even showing her head, looking into the room from the door, she could only see a small ball on the bed, that was Lianxue.

"I, I... what am I doing..."

It's obviously not her own, and she obviously doesn't know anything about it, so why grab it back...?

But...why do you always feel an inexplicable familiarity?

This sense of familiarity... can be felt all the time.

Su Qing'er, who had only known each other once, was able to get along with her with peace of mind, and she was able to sleep peacefully in an unfamiliar bedroom....

In her mind, there seemed to be bits and pieces of things that didn't belong to her, but...

At this moment, there was a light cough from the bedroom door.

It's my sister.

"Lianxue."

——Desolate, like the beginning of all blame.

So Nan Lianxue huddled under the blanket and did not move.

"What are you doing?"

——The doubts asked knowingly are to continue the topic later.

Only a few steps were heard, and my sister seemed to be getting closer to her.

A corner of the quilt was lifted, and Xiao Lianxue's head was exposed, but she retracted immediately.

"Sister..." Xiao Lianxue's muffled voice came from under the blanket, "This comic...have you read it long ago?"

But unexpectedly, my sister nodded and admitted: "Yes, I have seen it."

"You want to ask me why I gave you this comic, right?"

"Um..."

"Because you drew this comic yourself."

"I don't believe it." Xiao Lianxue shook her head.

Nan Ruoshui smiled slightly: "Well, I was joking too."

The unexpected answer made Xiao Lianxue get out of the bed, and then she saw the smile in her sister's eyes.

She did it on purpose.

"Whether you drew these cartoons or not, let's not talk about it for now." Nan Ruoshui gently wrapped her fingers around a strand of long hair next to her ear, "But, who is she?"

The last illustration.

A silver-haired girl whose face cannot be seen clearly.

Nan Lianxue stared blankly at the painting for a while... she turned her head to the side, and said, "How do I know?"

The imaginary sister's preaching did not come, although her face was calm, but at this time Nan Lianxue felt that there was an outline in her mind that was gradually becoming clear.

That outline seemed to record his dark history.

The sound of the rain gradually diminished.

Xiao Lianxue slowly raised her head, holding the sheet tightly with both hands, hesitated, and poked her head... She said to her sister:

"Sister, can you tell me something...about myself."

"Okay." Nan Ruoshui put the illustration beside Nan Lianxue, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Then he pretended to sigh deeply, leaned forward slowly, and put it close to Nan Lianxue's ear:

"Unfortunately, my sister is a book artist."

laugh.

What rang in my ears was an extremely gentle voice that was completely different from before.

But at this moment, Nan Ruoshui bit his sister's ear again, not that kind of intimate and passionate action, it was closer to a kind of teasing.

"Ow."

"...!"

Seeing her sister's frightened face, Nan Ruoshui couldn't help but find it funny.

Funny, yet addictive.

Chapter 110 Long time no see, Master Host

The rain had probably stopped.

Nan Lianxue watched the rain change from torrential to light, and through the slightly slanted window, she could hear the sound of rain falling.

On the other hand, there are my elder sister and Su Qing'er who are restless in the house.

From early morning to afternoon, Nan Lianxue sat alone at the desk, holding that small pencil, and began to be in a daze.

When the drizzle was hazy, the sky outside became foggy.

From light to dark, and from dark to light.

Sitting by the window in the bedroom, feeling the coolness from the window, with a soft sigh, the girl slowly stretched out a hand, and there was a burst of coolness when the wind blew past.

The rainwater gathered in her palm, slid across her skin, and then continued to fall.

This place is ordinary, ordinary, and unchanged.