Chapter 1172: Hidden Paintings

The most classic movies were those they watched during their childhood.

Maybe they don’t remember the disaster in that movie, but the unwavering love between the protagonists has always been etched in Xue Xiangtong’s mind.

When she was young, she didn’t know there was a deleted scene, but after growing up, she would always go to great lengths to find and review it.

Mu Shaojie’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly; he naturally wanted to paint all her scenes, but the key was whether Xue Xiangtong would be willing to accept it?

Xue Xiangtong half-lay on the sofa, supporting her head with one hand, and smiled happily as she looked at Mu Shaojie.

He held a pen, brushed a few strokes, and her image was already vivid under his pen.

The usually spirited girl now appeared slightly tipsy, with love impossible to hide at the corners of her eyes and brows.

A swan-like elegant neck, long and powerful arms, a waist that curved as she lay sideways, more graceful than usual, legs long and athletic...

"Wow, Sixth Brother, am I truly this beautiful?"

Xue Xiangtong looked at his drawing paper; he drew it as a cartoon version, but it was clearly her.

"Tong Tong, you are beautiful, a beauty that is athletic and healthy," Mu Shaojie praised her.

She laughed, "Sixth Brother, you are the best at capturing me in art. You don’t know, but when I was in college, many girls considered thinness as beauty, wanting pale skin and a slim body. They even said that women like me, who are strong and work out, wouldn’t be liked by any man..."

"They are just vulgar, mundane people who can’t see Tong Tong’s beauty." Mu Shaojie pulled out another sheet of drawing paper, "Tong Tong, shall I continue drawing?"

Xue Xiangtong nodded, "Please do. I love seeing myself through Sixth Brother’s drawings... But I’m feeling a bit warm..."

Mu Shaojie had the studio heated thoroughly, wearing only a light garment to facilitate his creativity.

Xue Xiangtong’s tight dress clung to her body, and as she moved around, she naturally felt hot.

"Do you want to change into something lighter? I can get you one of my shirts." Mu Shaojie offered.

"Sure!" Xue Xiangtong nodded, "Thank you, Sixth Brother, I’d love that."

She seldom stayed here overnight, thus didn’t leave behind any clothes.

Mu Shaojie fetched his shirt, and standing at the studio door, he saw the young girl, breathtakingly beautiful.

Her dress was already on the floor; to accentuate the dress, her undergarments were as minimal as possible.

While conventional standards regard fair and thin as beauty, he viewed it differently.

Her body, trained robustly, every inch exuding a sense of power, looked remarkably healthy.

Mu Shaojie, nearly sprinting, reached the easel with the shirt in one hand and a brush in the other, quickly capturing this scene.

"Sixth Brother..."

Xue Xiangtong, head throbbing from the alcohol, plopped down onto the sofa, lying flat on her back.

From Mu Shaojie’s perspective, yet another extremely beautiful picture unfolded.

"Tong Tong..."

After finishing the painting, he lifted his head to look at her.

"I’m so sleepy..." Xue Xiangtong turned over, suddenly lying prone on the sofa, her head turned toward him.

Her healthy back, lengthy and athletic limbs, were once more captured by Mu Shaojie.

He painted several pieces, seemingly unable to stop.

He only stopped when he tired out, and approached Xue Xiangtong, who was already in deep sleep.

He dressed her in the shirt and carried her to the bedroom to sleep.