Beauty and the Beasts - Chapter 1208 - Drawing Skill Gradually Improving

Chapter 1208 - Drawing Skill Gradually Improving

Chapter 1208: Drawing Skill Gradually Improving


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“Come visit when you’re free. If you’re scared of being seen by others, then we can meet up outside. Anyway, both of us have mates who can fly.” As Molly said this, her voice suddenly halted and she secretly glanced toward Alva. She didn’t expect to be caught in the act.

Alva raised his brows proudly. They weren’t mates yet, but it seemed Molly was admitting to it quite smoothly.

Molly’s face flushed up.

Bai Qingqing nodded in reply. For An’an’s health, she would bring her out often.

After returning home, the sky turned dark at noon. Then, it started drizzling.

An’an had played outside for a while. So, perhaps from tiredness, she slept especially long for her afternoon nap.

Bai Qingqing had nothing to do. She took paper and charcoal upstairs, drawing the scene of the tribe.

After practicing for at least six hours daily for half a year, in addition to the professional knowledge she had gotten over three years, Bai Qingqing’s drawing technique had suddenly improved tremendously. She was considered to have some mastery of drawing now.

Influenced by the leisurely life, her drawing style was romantic and heartwarming. The simplest scenery and the simplest black and white colors could give off non-stop addiction and yearning.

Of course, this was hard for her to notice by herself. However, the males at home all liked to flip through her works, and they were able to get even more feelings of happiness from them.

After finis.h.i.+ng a drawing, Bai Qingqing stretched her body and her hand hit a warm body. Only then did she notice that someone was standing behind her.

“Parker?” Bai Qingqing was given a scare and complained, “Why have you come? You didn’t make a sound. If I were a leopard, I’d be so scared that I’d jump off the building.”

“Pffft!” Parker couldn’t hold back his laughter. He bent over and rubbed his chin against the top of her head. Sniffing a nice scent, his breathing suddenly stopped.

After relaxing her muscles, Bai Qingqing changed to another piece of paper, planning on drawing another piece. She wouldn’t feel sick of it even if she were to draw the same scenery repeatedly over 100 times. This would allow her to amend the parts where she didn’t do as well. Almost every drawing would be more perfect than the previous one. This could be an important factor for her success.

“Are you in heat?” Parker’s voice was hoa.r.s.e and he licked his lips, hugging Bai Qingqing a little tighter.

Bai Qingqing’s action froze. “How-how could it be so fast? There wasn’t anything yesterday… Hey! Are you planning to trick me into doing that when I’m not in heat?”

Bai Qingqing was caught between laughter and tears, feigning anger as she looked up and glared at him.

If he wanted it, he should just say it outright. Why did he have to find such a justified reason?

Parker said, feeling aggrieved, “When have I lied to you before? If you don’t believe me, go and ask Winston and Muir.”

“Sure I will!” Bai Qingqing retorted, unwilling to concede, but she started to believe it a little.

She only knew that lionesses would rapidly go into heat from grief after the new lion king killed their children. But she was human. Would humans also hasten ovulation when they lost their children?

But did it have to be so fast? She had only felt grief for a little yesterday. Wasn’t this too fast?

Before Winston came back, Curtis seemed to have noticed the change in her scent as well.

Bai Qingqing didn’t ask anything and just paid attention to his reaction.

Curtis didn’t say anything. He wasn’t even willing to let Bai Qingqing give birth to his children, let alone for others. Moreover, the other party was the eagle beastman.

Winston only came back at night. After he was done eating the barbecued meat, Bai Qingqing had already washed up and was laying in bed.

“Why are you so late tonight?” Bai Qingqing flipped the blanket before he walked over. She even patted the bed.

Winston had the feeling that Qingqing had something to talk to him about, so he walked over and lay down, feeling perplexed. Before he asked anything, he smelled a faint and alluring scent.