Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow and peered into the art studio. Upon seeing the figure seated in front of the easel, she silently made her assessnt—
Tall and straight back, add one point.
Wen Qiao walked in and continued her observation.
With each step she took, the young man’s face beca clearer.
Clean and smooth facial features in profile, add five points.
He held a paintbrush in his hand, doodling sothing on the paper, seemingly oblivious to the activity behind him.
Focused and serious about his work, unaffected by external disturbances, not bad at all.
Wen Qiao nodded appreciatively, then added four more points.
Wen Qiao glanced at the drawing paper; the landscape depicted was a corner of the scenery outside the studio window.
She stood behind for a mont, then suddenly stepped forward, pointed her finger at a spot on the paper, and said, "Here, wouldn’t yellow be a little better?"
A female voice suddenly rang out beside his ear, startling the young man. He turned his head, and the first thing he saw was the woman’s long black hair falling down. The hair tips brushed lightly against his cheek, carrying the scent of roses.
The young man instinctively moved his hand, drawing a bold, heavy stroke on the nearly completed landscape painting.
Wen Qiao, surprised, raised her eyebrows, about to lower her head to see what was wrong with the young man, when she noticed her hair, which was draped over the young man’s shoulder because of her leaning posture. She imdiately stepped back to distance herself, and apologized sincerely, "Sorry, I didn’t an to scare you. I was just standing behind watching you paint and thought adding yellow here would make it brighter, so I spoke out without thinking. I didn’t an to ruin your painting."
"It’s okay..." the young man shook his head, put down his brush, and stood up from the chair, "I was just killing ti painting, don’t feel guilty, sister."
The young man looked indeed youthful, his voice carrying a tinge of shyness when he called her "sister."
Looking at the young man, who was taller but standing timidly with his head bowed in front of her, Wen Qiao suddenly understood the feelings of those fans who loudly declare "Baby, mommy loves you."
Such a soft, obedient boy, who could not love him!
Not just Wen Qiao, the viewers who saw the young man’s face also went crazy with their comnts.
"Wow, where did this cute little bro co from, I want all his details in one minute."
"This ’sister’ he called lted my heart, I want to be Wen Qiao!"
"This reality show, from its regular to flying guests, hasn’t had an ugly one yet; each episode brings a new summit of beauty."
"No, in my eyes, the peak of guest appearances is still that episode of ’Limited Love’ with Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao."
"Ah ah ah, sisters, too!"
Wen Qiao nodded thoughtfully, "Qi Ming was right, Director Li really is a ’flower crusher,’ to have brought such a well-behaved guest for the new episode."
Hearing this, Qi Ming lightly tapped on the cara, "Did you hear that, Director Li, she’s starting to speak her mind too."
The young man, seeming to understand the hidden aning in Wen Qiao’s words, scratched his head awkwardly and explained, "My na is Lin Luang. Don’t worry, brothers and sisters, I’m an adult. I’m a freshman at the Film Academy. That day Director Li ca to our school to pick non-celebrity guests, and my teacher thought it’d be good for to get so experience, so I signed up willingly. Director Li didn’t force ."
Wen Qiao burst out laughing at his words, "You’re really honest, we’ve only spoken a few words and you’ve already explained everything."
After that, she added, "But it’s also very cute."
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