rustle……

swish swish...

The room was extremely quiet, except for the friction sound of the pen tip falling on the rice paper, which was fresh and sweet, and very pleasant to hear.

Neither of the two people spoke.

Zou Lin'er's eyes have been following Yang Ruoqing, watching her skillfully combine the previously seemingly unrelated lines.

Then, a strange and absurd picture appeared on the paper.

"Thum thump thump... it's done, come and enjoy it!"

Yang Ruoqing put down the brush in her hand and raised the freshly painted painting.

Zou Lin'er got a little closer and looked at the girl in the painting who was wearing strange clothes and holding a moon-shaped object in her hand.

She is said to be a girl because she is wearing a short skirt and her slender thighs are exposed underneath.

The upper part of the chest is so big and round, even bigger and rounder than his previous wet nurse.

"Sister Yang, is this girl really the same kind as us? Why do I look so weird?" Zou Lin'er couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the girl's face on the drawing: "Look at these facial features, are they me?"

Zou Lin'er compared the two words and nodded hurriedly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "That's right, I painted myself like this in my imagination and gave myself another name."

"What's the name?" he asked.
Chapter completed!