Qiao Qiu drew a picture of Ye Yu from her previous life. She took the painting back and started drawing on it again with her paintbrush.
Gao Meng resisted the urge to look at it. She wanted to see the finished product directly, but it would be too boring if she didn't. So Gao Meng went to draw by herself to calm her mind.
Another ten minutes or so passed before Qiao Qiu finally announced that it was done.
Gao Meng put down her paintbrush and couldn't wait to come to Qiao Qiu's side.
Upon closer inspection, I was stunned.
Qiao Qiu painted red flowers in the lower half of the painting, as well as red flowers falling from the sky.
Originally, the beauty was flying in the sky, but now she is lying among the red flowers.
The beautiful woman's hand was holding a flower, but her expression was somewhat forlorn.
The whole painting seems to come alive, creating a powerful visual impact.
Gao Meng was stunned. She had seen many beauties, but one as beautiful as this was truly a classic.
More importantly, she felt a sense of familiarity with this situation.
Some fragments flashed through Gao Meng's mind. She frowned, trying to capture them, but seemed to have no way of knowing where to start.
What on earth is going on? Why does she keep thinking about these things?
Qiao Qiu saw that she seemed to be in some pain and was a little worried. "Mengmeng, are you alright?" She wanted to stimulate Gao Meng's memories, but she also wanted her to be fine.
Gao Meng shook her head, pointed to the flowers above, and asked, "Qiuqiu, what kind of flower is this?"
“This is a gardenia,” Qiao Qiu replied.
"Red gardenias? I've never heard of red gardenias before." Gao Meng had an indescribable feeling about this flower, as if she felt a special connection to it.
"I've seen red gardenias before, but those were dyed red. I think this kind of red gardenia has a strange beauty, so I painted it," Qiao Qiu said, half-jokingly. This flower was dyed red by Xuan Lan with his immortal power and specially given to her. She would never forget that scene. Now she gave it to Gao Meng in a different form, which could be considered as fulfilling her promise and telling her that she had not forgotten.
Gao Meng nodded, accepting her assessment. "You have a discerning eye; this painting can be considered an excellent work."
Qiao Qiu took the painting down and gave it to her, saying, "You must keep it safe and don't give it away. If you do, I'd rather you burn it."
Gao Meng took the painting and said, "What are you talking about? I will absolutely not give this painting away, don't worry."
Qiao Qiu nodded. "That's good."
After saying that, Qiao Qiu turned around and went to paint the second picture. This picture was for Qiu Yijianmeng, so she had to finish it quickly, wash up, and go to bed. It was already very late.
When Gao Meng saw that she had gone to paint again, she went to find a frame and framed the painting herself.
She had already decided on a painting for the emerging autumn: a portrait of Li Bai lying on a large rock under a forest of red maples, drinking wine. As for the figure, Qiao Qiu decided to use an original painting of Li Bai.
Although the Phoenix Seeking Phoenix skin has dazzling special effects, the original skin is still more alluring in terms of hairstyle and figure.
Qiao Qiu was immersed in the world of painting. She mixed and applied colors with great skill, and her brushstrokes were always perfectly straight.
After Gao Meng finished framing the painting, she quietly stood behind Qiao Qiu and watched her paint.
She had been looking forward to the previous painting, and she was equally looking forward to this one.
The two of them remained silent, one drawing and the other watching, and after an unknown amount of time, Qiao Qiu finally finished the last stroke.
Gao Meng found it incredibly satisfying to see Qiao Qiu's exquisite painting skills, especially after seeing the finished product, which felt like seeing a dynamic Li Bai.
Holding a gourd of wine, he poured wine into his mouth, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.
Qiao Qiu put down her paintbrush, stretched, and asked, "Mengmeng, what time is it now?"
Gao Meng raised an eyebrow slightly, turned around, picked up her phone, and glanced at it. "It's 11:20."
"So late?" Qiao Qiu was a little incredulous. She had only finished two paintings, how could it be so late?
Gao Meng laughed and said, "Drawing takes a lot of time. Did you only realize that on the first day?"
Qiao Qiu touched her nose. "I thought that at my speed, it wouldn't take long."
Gao Meng nodded seriously, "Qiuqiu, your drawing speed is indeed the fastest I've ever seen."
"Hehe, let's go to sleep, I'm sleepy."
Gao Meng nodded. "Okay."
The two left the studio, took a shower, and went to the bedroom.
Qiao Qiu sat on the bed and felt only one word – soft!
This bed is even softer than hers; it must be very comfortable to sleep on.
Qiao Qiu lay down, pulled the blanket over herself, and soon her eyelids began to droop. Before she could fully fall into a deep sleep, she felt like there was something she hadn't done.
Gao Meng walked in, drying her slightly damp hair. Seeing that Qiao Qiu was actually asleep, she smiled, walked to the bedside, sat down, and looked at Qiao Qiu's sleeping face.
Qiao Qiu was very quiet after falling asleep. Her eyelashes, each about a centimeter long, were distinct and slightly upturned. They trembled gently, as if they had entered Gao Meng's heart, making her feel a tingling sensation.
Qiao Qiu had been very well cared for during this time, and her little face had even gained a bit of weight. Her skin was delicate and fair, and her nose was small and high, making her look very cute.
Further down...
Gao Meng felt she couldn't take her eyes off it, her heart pounding wildly.
Qiao Qiu's lips were slightly thin, but still full, looking just right. The natural vermilion color of her lips made her look extremely alluring.
Realizing what she was thinking, Gao Meng was startled by her own thoughts.
She stood up, walked around the room, and after her hair dried, she put the handkerchief on the chair, looked at the bed for a while, and then went over and lay down next to Qiao Qiu.
...
The next day, Qiao Qiu woke up naturally.
After waking up, she suddenly remembered something she had forgotten, and sat up abruptly, covering her face and squeezing it.
She looked around; no one was there. This was to be expected; Gao Meng was a diligent person and would never sleep in like her.
Having missed this opportunity, Qiao Qiu had no choice but to wait for the next one.
Qiao Qiu got up, went out of the bedroom, and unsurprisingly saw breakfast on the coffee table.
She went into the restroom, quickly cleaned herself up, and then came out, picked up the milk, and found that it was still warm.
She carried the milk to the door of the art studio and, unsurprisingly, saw Gao Meng's busy figure.
She's tall and slender, the kind of person I'd want to seduce.
Qiao Qiu has now fully accepted the fact that she is a homosexual in this life.
However, seeing what she was busy with, Qiao Qiu felt a little curious.
Holding the cup, I went inside and saw that it was the painting she had drawn last night, depicting Li Bai drunkenly reclining among red maple leaves.
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