The two stunned people quickly came to their senses, especially Song Xitong, who was pinned down.

"I...I know...okay...let me go..."

She spoke haltingly, the warmth of her wrist causing an unnatural blush to rise on her cheeks.

“Hmm…” Yu Jianing nodded and rolled off her.

The actions are quite ordinary, yet they can make you feel a subtle, almost imperceptible, desire.

I wish I could pull her back, hold her in my arms, and ravage her.

"Ahem..." An Wanhe coughed awkwardly twice and slowly walked into the house.

Can she say that she got the feeling from watching Jia Ning kneeling on the bed?

"Xitong, I was just drawing Jia Ning. Her expression was something I arranged, not for you..."

Wanhe made an exception and handed the sketchbook to her. Xitong glanced at Xiaoning, who was sitting to the side swaying back and forth, and slowly took the sketchbook.

"Ah, this..."

Song Xitong was stunned. The painting skills were amazing, just like a photograph.

Even though it's the same expression, she doesn't feel uncomfortable at all... she even likes it a little?

She continued looking down and caught sight of the toes reaching out in the painting. She then subconsciously glanced at Yu Jianing's feet in reality.

Simply put, their feet are white and tender, with pinkish toes, which doesn't look like the feet of a dancer at all.

She's going to become a foot model, and her colleagues could easily lose their jobs.

"How is it..." Seeing that she didn't speak, An Wanhe was a little nervous, thinking that she was disliked again.

"Excellent, very excellent!" Xi Tong, as if caught by a strange fetish, quietly pointed to the feet in the photo and whispered in Wan He's ear:

"Could you draw one for me too?"

"You want me to be the female lead?" Wanhe didn't understand what she meant. She looked her up and down. Although you're not bad-looking, you're still a bit lacking compared to Yu Jianing...

"No, I want hers!" Xi Tong said, her ears turning red with embarrassment.

But An Wanhe suddenly realized, revealing an expression that suggested she was also a pervert:

"So we're kindred spirits. Actually, I was planning to put a ring on Jia Ning's foot next time I paint..."

The two whispered among themselves, and Yu Jianing looked at them in confusion: "What are you saying? Why don't you want me to know?"

They were so engrossed in their conversation that if Jia Ning hadn't had her stomach growl five minutes later, they would have talked until midnight!

"Jia Ning is hungry, and I haven't eaten much either. Do you want to go to the cafeteria together?"

Song Xitong asked An Wanhe, who was clearly stunned for a second or two before nodding in agreement.

Because in her mind, she was always alone; eating, playing, and watching movies were always done alone...

She also longed for someone to be by her side, to accompany her...

After An Wanhe agreed, Xi Tong took her arm, just like best friends.

But when it came to Yu Jianing, she was evaded.

After spending these few days together, Song Xitong roughly understood her personality, so she felt neither embarrassed nor angry.

Because Yu Jianing is the kind of person who can initiate contact with you, but you can't touch her.

In other words, she can take advantage of you, but you can't take advantage of her, which is quite awkward.

And so, the three of them went to the cafeteria together.

The two walked hand in hand, with one of them walking ahead.

However, their gazes would always drift towards Yu Jianing, intentionally or unintentionally...

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, Yu Jianing ordered almost every type of food.

The key is not quantity, but style.

Then she resumed her eating habits that suggested she had a serious illness...

"Um...is she always like this?" Wanhe's eyes twitched.

This is somewhat different from the goddess in my mind.

"You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it," Xi Tong said calmly, and then Jia Ning licked the cream off the cake in small bites.

"Yu Jianing! Eat your food properly!"

"???"

...

The group was enjoying their meal when someone suddenly appeared and ruined the atmosphere.

"Hey, isn't this our An Wanhe, the great cartoonist An? Found another target?"

The girl walking towards them put her hand on Wanhe's shoulder, her eyes sweeping over Jia Ning and Xi Tong.

"You might not know, but we've been childhood friends. She's quite famous at our school... especially for her drawing skills!"

"Mingmeng, please stop talking..." Upon seeing the former, Wanhe's body visibly trembled.

She was terrified that others would know about her past.

"What? Aren't we best friends? Sharing your embarrassing moments with your new friend won't strengthen your bond, will it?"

Mingmeng glanced at the girl behind her, and the group of them smiled in unison.

"If you mean painting, we've already seen that, so there's no need for you to explain. We're eating now, can we leave?"

Song Xitong had already considered An Wanhe a friend, so naturally she couldn't stand anyone mocking or ridiculing her in front of her.

"Haha, Miss Song, don't be angry, I was just joking with Wanhe..."

Mingmeng knew she had powerful connections, so she didn't dare offend her too much.

"Wanhe's drawing skills are excellent... especially the more explicit ones~"

After saying that, she made a gesture of covering her face to shield herself from the sun, and then left with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yu Jianing's eyes flickered a few times.

Was he deliberately trying to disgust her? And he even bullied her artist right in front of her?

...

After they left, Wanhe didn't dare to look Yu Jianing and Song Xitong in the eye, her hands tightly gripping the tablecloth.

"Wanhe... are you alright?" Xitong looked at her with some concern.

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