Awakened as a Fine Female Cannon Fodder

Chapter 13

When Huo Wei heard Lou Xiao's words, she immediately looked at him, and comforted him with her most sincere expression: "How would this painting be bad, in any way? Your paintings convey such strong and powerful emotions, which even many well-known artists can't achieve. Every single one of these paintings is a treasure."

Lou Xiao looked into her eyes, and he's....confused and touched. This is the first time he has shown his paintings to others, so this is also the first time his paintings have been liked and affirmed by others. He was silent for a second and muttered: "My paintings...they made you sad. These paintings convey bad emotions and should not be seen."

Lou Xiao lowered his eyes and raised his hand to cover the paintings.

Huo Wei quickly stepped forward, held onto his wrist, and looked at him seriously: "I am not sad, it is you who are unhappy. These paintings represent your emotions."

She did not continue, no one enjoys the feeling of their wound being forcibly exposed. She turned around and looked at the paintings with admiration, and exclaimed: "These are really good paintings, worthy of being treasured. You are amazing! At the airport that day, you said you saw me and had the inspiration to draw a self-portrait of me. How would you like to draw me?"

"I won't paint you like this, I..." Lou Xiao quickly explained as he was afraid that she would misunderstand, but he then saw the smile on Huo Wei's face and realize she was joking. The sinking feeling in his heart receded like a tide, and he laughed. He put down the cover cloth and said, "I have no experience in painting portraits. I just want to paint the real you, or the you I imagined, that I saw."

No one would refuse such a sincere invitation, not Huo Wei, at least. She tidied up the hair hanging on her shoulders and replied with a warm smile: "Then let's start now. Since you don't have any specific ideas, then I will paint over there. You can draw me when I'm also drawing."

"Okay." Lou Xiao originally wanted her to lean on a soft chair to read so that it would be easier on her body. But Huo Wei wants to paint, so he took on the idea.

After making sure Huo Wei sat down comfortably, Lou Xiao became curious about the paintings she had brought. Huo Wei showed him the paintings, but the original Huo Wei's paintings can only be described as ordinary, far from Lou Xiao's paintings.

Huo Wei said embarrassedly: "I used to spend all days doing anything but painting, and I didn't want to paint well."

Lou Xiao put the paintings aside, place the brush and paint beside him, and looked at her with a faint smile: "The best painting comes with natural ideas and time. Don't worry, didn't you say that this trip also bought inspiration for you? "

Huo Wei nodded, her eyes lit up, "I'm going to draw a series of paintings, and just now, when I observed your paintings, more inspirations came to me. I have a feeling, I will be able to draw some really awesome paintings today!"

Lou Xiao looked at her childish excitement, and couldn't help but laugh. It was not a smile on the surface smile, nor was it a sneer or a sarcastic smile, but a real, genuine smile.

Huo Wei stopped, at seeing this and smiled slightly: "You should smile more, you have a really warming smile."

Lou Xiao was startled. When others talk about him, all he would get are "freak", "relentless", "cold-blooded" and "machine-like", this was the first time he heard the word "warm" being used on him. Does his smile still warm people?

He doesn't have a cheerful personality, so in reply, he just smiled faintly, walked to his seat, and said: "Your smile is really warm. I will capture it and record it on my canvas."

"Well, let's start." Huo Wei responded softly. She saw that Lou Xiao's favourability for her had risen to 40, and she smirked at this.

Although things at home were bad, she's not the one suffering, and her good mood was not affected at all. "I thought I would have to stay at home with unreasonable people, but who knows, I will instead have a beautiful male company, paint in such a quiet and peaceful studio. There's soft sunlight shining in from the window so that everything in front of me has a kind of calmness. Who can be bothered by all that mess at home?"