Why is My Second Dimension a Maid Shop

"It really... let me hear some incredible words, Afan."

At some point, Ying Lili stood beside the iron gate, staring at him with a little blush on her face.

"Eprime?!"

You...why are you here?

Bai Fan swallowed his saliva.

"I wanted to greet you, but I ended up saying such nerve-wracking words... Afan, have you developed into a perverted pervert recently?"

Ying Lili let out a breath, and looked at Bai Fan as if she were looking at something dirty.

"No, that..."

Bai Fan didn't know how to explain.

To be precise, this matter is not something that can be explained clearly.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said just now, let's go in first."

Fortunately, Ying Lili didn't hold on to this topic all the time, but stammered a sentence instead.

It's really tiring.

"I am very happy to hear Bai Fanjun say that."

Saidura Sawamura, who had been watching secretly, smiled and lamented her youth.

"Where are the young people?"

But...

Her smile faded away.

Mr. Bai Fan also said that he asked his son to find a girlfriend within a month...

"Come on, Ying Lili, today's mother... will assist you like crazy!"

At this moment, this nearly 30-year-old woman made up her mind to make Bai Fan tremble.

What should I say...

She was indeed her biological mother.

"Look at these manuscripts! I feel hopeless!"

Ying Lili, who was at the desk, grabbed her hair.

"Just these few days, I feel like my hair is going to turn white and fall out!"

"...no, it still looks golden to me."

Bai Fan, who was helping to add character colors and grids, complained.

"And why do you want to challenge the painting style of the color book this time...it's really hard to start."

"I don't know either! This is a mission given to me by my club! The official website and twitter have already posted that this book is in color, so fans must not be disappointed!"

"So it's useless for you to use this self-defeating attitude, Ying Lili, work harder!"

do not know why...

The farther and farther away from my goal of making Yinglili shy, it turns into motivating Yinglili and making her more passionate, and this goal is getting closer and closer.

He knew he wasn't here to do this kind of thing.

Bai Fan had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue to help.

(The next step is the recruitment of the ending that you care about! Let's not talk about it!)

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"Huh... Sure enough, drinking a cup of tea after everything is done is the most comfortable thing in the world."

Embracing the teacup, Ying Lili stretched comfortably.

"...I also imagine that you are so relaxed now, but haven't you only finished a quarter of it? All the manuscripts, and the place where you published has a lot of things recently, maybe even if you hand in the manuscript on time, it may not be It will be printed immediately."

Bai Fan shook his head helplessly, but his pen didn't stop.

You know, Ying Lili owes too much now.

It's almost like the ending of any novel that needs to dress up as a woman for the readers.

This is a very bad episode, but Ying Lili doesn't care at all.

This made Bai Fan a little helpless.

"What... Young people just need to relax. I also know that I owe a lot, but it doesn't matter at all. I think I can accomplish it."

Ying Lili said something indifferent, and took another sip of the black tea in her hand.

"Hmm...why do I feel that this black tea is a little different from usual."

Ying Lili narrowed her eyes, an abnormal blush appeared on her face.

"What's abnormal? Could it be red wine mixed with black tea?"

"It really does feel that way."

Ying Lili exhaled a breath of fresh alcohol.

The smell of wine that hasn't turned into a bad smell still smells good...

Wait a minute?

Alcoholic?

Bai Fan stopped what he was doing.

"Yinglili, let me drink this black tea too."

"What... don't you want to drink?"

Ying Lili squinted her eyes.

"But since you want to drink, Afan, I have nothing to do with you."

So, the girl picked up the teapot next to her and poured it into Bai Fan's teacup.

"Huh...? No more? Am I actually able to drink tea like this now?"

Ying Lili's blue eyes set off a strange brilliance.

"...no...that..."

Mrs. Sawamura!

Did you add something to the black tea? !

Without further ado, Bai Fan ran downstairs with the teapot in hand and asked directly.

"Ah...don't you know? It's true that some good things have been added. Recently, the servants at home have learned to add a little red wine to the black tea, and the final pairing is absolutely delicious."

Sayuri Sawamura was leaning on the sofa, she didn't know what she was thinking, when she heard Bai Fan's question, she got up and answered his question with a smile.

"Add red wine..."

Sure enough, it was mixed with alcohol!

I said Ying Lili must have drunk fake wine like that!

"She's still working now! Aunt Sawamura!"

Bai Fan was full of helplessness.

"No problem, anyway, it's just a little red wine, the kid should be able to bear it, right? How about it? Would you like another jug?"

Sayuri asked with a smile.

"...no need!"

If it's really what Sayuri said, just a little red wine, then there's really nothing to worry about.

However, when Bai Fan returned to the room, the thing that worried him most still happened.

"Afan."

"I don't know why, but it feels a little hot."

No, you just drank fake wine.

Bai Fan complained.

Looking at the girl with a pink face, Bai Fan could only open his mouth for a while, and finally expressed his helplessness.

Mrs. Sawamura sent her daughter to wear women's clothes with a good assist.

No...it's to send my daughter to play with her life to catch up with the draft.

"Ugh..."

With such vague despair, Bai Fan sat on the chair and continued to start his great career of painting.

Later--

"What! Afan! Did you listen to me!"

Breathing out a fragrant breath, Ying Lili climbed up from behind, wrapped her arms around Bai Fan's neck in displeasure, and rested her chin on his hair.

"Listen."

Bai Fan almost lost his grip on the coloring pen in his hand, when Ying Lili asked this question again, he had no choice but to answer.

"Afan, Afan, Afan..."

As if she really didn't know what to say, Ying Lili just leaned against him, whispering softly.

Um...

Now is not the time to care about this.

After finishing the coloring of the manuscripts in hand, there is about one-third of the work left to be completed.

He absolutely cannot fall now.