The world gives us shape, and time gives us soul.

Everyone has their own hobbies, as long as they don't harm others.

What gives you the right to judge based on your own perspective, preferences, and morals?

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An Wanhe wasn't sleeping very soundly; the slightest noise from Yu Jianing woke her up.

Looking at the familiar drawing paper in the other person's hand, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Oh no! We've been caught by the person in question!

Just as she was pondering how to apologize in a way that would calm her down, Xiao Ning suddenly looked at her:

"Keep drawing! Keep drawing!"

Yu Jianing excitedly pointed to the unfinished part of the painting and stretched out her legs, clearly showing that she really liked the artwork!

"???" Wanhe was stunned, and for a moment she wondered if she was hallucinating.

How could anyone not be angry when they find out they are the female protagonist of an erotic comic, and even ask the author to continue drawing it?

Perhaps he has some serious illness!

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have drawn this without your permission!"

But An Wanhe quickly realized that Yu Jianing was being sarcastic; didn't you see her shoulders trembling with anger?

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Xiao Ning asked, getting a little anxious.

Because she had a secondary personality that dreamed of becoming a realist painter.

But unfortunately, everything my sister draws is abstract...

Because she couldn't find a teacher to learn from while in the mental hospital, this became a mental illness for that personality.

She finally met a really awesome realist artist today, how could she possibly let this opportunity pass her by!

She didn't care at all whether the content above was pornographic.

"Draw it for me! As long as you draw it, I'll grant you any request!"

"Huh?" Wanhe was even more confused.

What awful lines! And that pointless look in his eyes!

Is Lady Luck living in my house?!

Seeing that she was still unmoved, Yu Jianing ran off the bed, grabbed the paintbrushes and paper from the table, and shoved them into her hand: "I'm serious! I'm not joking!"

"Wait a minute... let me catch my breath..." An Wanhe held the drawing paper in her hand, her eyes looking at Xiao Ning, who was full of expectation.

My wish has come true? Yu Jianing is really going to be my leading lady!

At that moment, her first reaction was not joy, but rather, tears welled up in her eyes.

She has had this hobby for seven or eight years, but it has never been recognized.

No matter how close she is to someone, they'll call her a pervert and give her the cold shoulder, even if she's drawing herself...

"You... really like my painting? And you even allowed me to paint you?" An Wanhe asked again cautiously, she was really afraid that Xiao Ning was joking with her...

"Otherwise what?" Yu Jianing couldn't understand why she was crying. Was it because I was awake that you couldn't do anything?

Or should I knock myself out?

"Thank you... thank you..."

Wanhe stopped crying and started laughing. Just as she was about to rush over and hug Yu Jianing, she saw her foot lift up again, so she immediately stopped the impulse.

"Let's begin. What poses do you need me to strike? Or should I take my clothes off?"

Compared to her usual carefree attitude, Yu Jianing now looked very serious.

Because her older sister told her that drawing is art!

We must be exceptionally serious and attentive when dealing with art; otherwise, it is disrespectful to the author and the work!

"Um... relax... don't be so tense... you don't need to take it off for now..." An Wanhe wiped away non-existent cold sweat from her forehead.

This is the first time I've ever seen someone be so seriously lewd!

"Oh~"

"Let's start with a seated pose," Wanhe said, holding her paintbrush with eager anticipation.

"First, cross your legs, support yourself on the bed with your hands, and lean back slightly."

"so?"

"Yes! That's it! Then slowly extend your raised leg towards me! Look at me like I'm trash! Hurry up!"

"Oh..." Yu Jianing did as she was told, slowly extending her foot toward her, her eyes half-lowered, conveying the "you're trash" expression to the fullest extent!

Even the person being watched will involuntarily have this thought!

"That's it! Perfect! Absolutely perfect! Yu Jianing, you are my leading lady! You are my goddess!"

An Wanhe was so excited she was going crazy! Her eyes were glued to her, and her paintbrush continued to paint without stopping.

From some perspectives... her drawing skills are indeed amazing, but she just doesn't use them in the right way.

...

"Huh? Yu Jianing?"

Hearing An Wanhe's voice, Song Xitong, who lived next door, quietly came to her door and peered through the half-open crack to observe the situation inside.

She had been looking for Yu Jianing all day. After the assessment, not only did Yu Jianing not return to her room, but she was also nowhere to be seen in the cafeteria.

You know, she has a fever. What if she faints in some corner... um... how pitiful!

Yes! I wasn't worried about her, I just felt sorry for her!

Yes! That's right!

Just as she was lost in thought, she accidentally pushed open the door, and the two people inside immediately looked at her.

Uh... Yu Jianing's expression remained unchanged!

"I...I'm sorry...I disturbed you." Song Xitong's heart skipped a beat when she saw Xiao Ning's expression.

She quickly closed the door and ran back to her room, her eyes red as she collapsed onto the bed.

She felt very wronged, and she basically ran around to all the production crews that day.

I didn't even eat, and all I got in return was a look like I was being treated like trash...

Why should I...?

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"Jia Ning, I think we need to explain things to Xi Tong..."

An Wanhe noticed that Song Xitong's eyes were red, and when she turned to look at Yu Jianing, she was still wearing that expression.

I immediately realized that I must have been misunderstood.

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