After wearing the book, I married the male lead sister

Chapter 46

In August, it was still hot, and people didn't wear much clothing.

Qin Qing tied her hair up high in a ponytail, with her hair swaying behind her, and her light and graceful figure seemed to be right in front of me.

Li Suimo rubbed her wrist, put down her pen, and the sketch of a charming back appeared on the drawing paper in front of her.

With a flick of her wrist, Li Suimo wrote down Qin Qing's measurements next to the sketch.

Even as a model, few people had a figure that could compare to Qin Qing's - slender but not lacking in fullness, full but not bulky, a perfect body shape.

When the brush stroke portrayed her from the side, Li Suimo lightly touched her forehead and remembered the clothes Qin Qing usually wore, which were all fitted and didn't show much of her waist and chest, only revealing glimpses of her figure in her swaying posture.

"Hmm..." Li Suimo pondered, unsure whether to make the stroke more round or slightly restrained.

She decided to start with the face and drew a rough outline, not fussing over obvious lines, but focusing only on the shaping of the eyes and brows, with just a few strokes to outline the charm.

Half an hour later, Qin Qing stood in the crowd on the paper, with the shadows of lights and people flowing behind her, only her focused peach blossom eyes looking back.

Li Suimo looked at it for a long time and was unconsciously entranced.

"..."

She threw down her pen.

Was she going crazy? She had been staring at Qin Qing for so long without realizing it, even recalling every smile and frown of hers.

"Painting speaks. When you paint a person, whatever you're thinking of in your mind will show on the brush strokes, and that's what they'll look like," said Yan Lao.

Li Suimo recalled Yan Lao's words and looked at the painting in front of her.

When she painted Qin Qing, she was originally just like a figure in a night scene, but when she started painting, her mind unconsciously ignored the thousands of lights behind Qin Qing, as if she could only see Qin Qing alone in the light.

"But where is that person at the end of the light?"

Li Suimo shook herself, trying to shake off the goosebumps all over her body, but had to admit, "Qin's genes are really excellent."

She was still painting when there was suddenly a commotion downstairs.

It sounded like dishes being broken.

Li Suimo put down her brush, ran to the balcony, and looked down.

The front yard was lit up, and the light illuminated half the sky.

She quickly turned around, grabbed a thin veil to drape over herself, and ran downstairs.

"What's-her-name Gu? You're marrying her? Zhan'er, have you gone crazy!" Liu Ruo frowned.

Her voice was still gentle, but her hand on the table was clenched into a fist.

The ground was a mess, and the maids silently cleaned up, quickly handling the broken glass shards and leaving, they went downstairs in just a few moments.

Li Suimo walked down the stairs quickly.

Her black hair was loose and tied behind her head.

Her small face was unadorned, and the soft light shining on her face made her look somewhat childish.