He Jing said, "Of course, I made a promise with Fifth Brother, so of course I have to keep it."
He Yi smiled, his eyebrows barely raised, and the curve of his lips was quite subtle. His muffled voice carried a hint of barely perceptible joy: "Mm."
Then, without further ado, He Jing moved a chair and sat down next to He Yi, carefully adjusting her skirt.
She turned her body several times, asking as she did so, "Do I need to face the light? Which of these poses is better?"
He Yi was a little flustered, intimidated by He Jing's presence. He struggled to find the right words before whispering, "Jingjing, we're drawing comics, not sketches... Just face me."
He Jing understood and nodded: "This is my first time modeling, so I'm quite excited."
Are you excited?
He Yi lowered his eyes, thinking that he was quite excited too.
He Jing watched as He Yi glanced at her quickly before starting to draw. She relaxed and rested her chin on her hand, saying leisurely, "I feel that Fifth Brother is more like the person in the painting than I am."
Just then, the setting sun shone through the window behind him, casting orange and gold light on the window frame, making him look as if he were framed in a painting, shimmering and sparkling.
But the boy was so reserved and silent, without a trace of Yan Hanxi's arrogance and swagger. Thus, the painting took on a touch of reality. Unlike Yan Hanxi, who was like a noble and elegant oil painting, this painting was more like a panel in a four-panel comic strip by a master.
Hmm, it actually suits He Yi's temperament quite well.
Upon hearing this, He Yi's cheeks flushed red. He raised his eyes with trembling eyelids, his face showing embarrassment: "You must be joking."
He Jing was stunned, as if she had discovered a new continent. How could He Yi be so thin-skinned?
This... is the first time she's ever discovered this!
When I first met He Yi, he stood with He Zhou. His tone and style were half of everyone else's. He had He Yuan's composure, He Ning's taciturnity, and He Zhou's sharpness. Although he wasn't sarcastic, every word he said was important.
When he stood up for Cheng Yi, his imposing manner and the sense of oppression showed no trace of his gentle nature.
After getting to know him, He Yi turned out to be a pitiful little thing.
Poor He Yi has never been properly noticed. Whenever he is alone with someone, he easily becomes embarrassed and nervous. He blushes immediately when praised. He is definitely a shy mimosa with a strong exterior but a tender interior!
No, to put it more vividly, it's a little hedgehog!
Perhaps it was because He Jing's gaze towards He Yi was too intense that He Yi himself felt a little embarrassed. He paused for a moment, then resumed his usual expression and solemnly said, "Don't talk anymore, you'll disturb me."
He Jing deliberately teased him and didn't say "okay".
He Yi glanced at her cautiously, then glanced at her again, paused for three seconds, and began to apologize: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to draw you better. If you find it boring, you can say so, I..."
And then nothing more was said.
He pursed his lips, stubborn as ever.
He Jing finally understood why He Yi was so awkward. He was both easily embarrassed and easily regretful, a walking contradiction. Her beautiful eyes were full of smiles: "Then Fifth Brother must draw me to look good."
Feeling like he'd been tricked by his sister, He Yi became even more withdrawn: "...Hmm."
The painting process went very smoothly, with no one disturbing me and the room being very quiet.
The only sound was the scratching of He Yi's pencil on the drawing paper. He Yi would occasionally look up at He Jing, then ponder what details he should add to He Jing before putting pen to paper.
He Yi drew very carefully, even meticulously depicting the folds on He Jing's skirt to highlight the girl's cuteness.
Suddenly, he heard He Jing ask, "By the way, Fifth Brother, why do you dislike Sixth Brother so much?"
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