"Ronan." Lilian raised her head to look at his handsome face, and then lowered her gaze.
"What's wrong?" Ronan tilted his head and asked.
"No... nothing." Lilian held Ronan's hand and entered the hotel together.
It is a good habit to archive information before asking for it.
Yes, look at this bed, it's big and soft...cough.
After a symbolic confrontation, the two sat on the bed very frankly. A cordial and friendly in-depth study and exchange was conducted on the issues of art and human nature.
After being inspired by the artistic explosion, Ronan checked and found that the favorability score had risen to 86.
It's time to ask around.
"Lillian." Ronan held her face and asked softly, "What's going on with your painting?"
Lilian, who was lying on the bed, was startled and looked a little flustered.
She was not very good at lying, and she hesitated when she spoke: "That was... a gift from a friend of mine."
Ronan keenly noticed that there was something wrong with this painting and asked: "What kind of friend are you? Tell me."
Lilian seemed reluctant to mention this question: "Why do you ask this?"
"Isn't this curiosity." Ronan licked his wet fingers: "Tell me about it."
Lillian hesitated for a few seconds and began to dig deeper into the quilt.
"What are you doing...ah!"
Lillian knew she was a clumsy person and did not respond directly, instead using nibbling to avoid the problem.
Whenever Ronan wanted to press for information about her friend, she would resort to this trick.
Too slippery, oh no, so sneaky.
Ronan had no other choice. After being forced to question him, his favorability dropped to 78.
There must be something wrong with this painting and that person!
Unable to get any information from Lilian, Ronan read the hotel file again.
This time, he inquired in a subtle and subtle way, but still found nothing.
Whenever Lillian didn't want to answer when it came to her painting friend, she would bite her to avoid it.
The mouth... is lively, no, the tone of the mouth is really strict.
Ronan stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
The meaning of strategy is not to overthrow.
Whether it's the hand bones hidden by Catherine or Lillian's paintings, they seem to hide some secrets.
Do you want to find out the truth behind these
But she didn't want to tell, so how could she find out the information
Why not try to get in touch with her more and try to pick up the conversation from the people around her
Having made up his mind, Ronan didn't ask any more questions.
After many exchanges and discussions, the two fell asleep tiredly.
The next morning, Ronan sent Lillian outside the girls' dormitory, then said goodbye and left.
Not long after he walked out of the dormitory building, a girl suddenly appeared from behind the tree on the roadside. She pulled Ronan into the dark and asked, "Are you Lilian's boyfriend?"
Ronan glanced at the other person. With his blond curly hair, thick makeup, shirt, shorts and fishnet stockings, he looked very coquettish.
He did not answer directly, but asked, "Are you..."
"I'm Lillian's roommate Marilyn." The other party didn't shy away and directly stated his identity.
"Oh." Ronan's reaction was very flat and he asked politely: "Excuse me, what can I do?"
Marilyn glanced in the direction of the dormitory building and looked back and forth at Ronan: "Are you really her boyfriend?"
"Just tell me if you have anything to say, or I'll leave." Ronan acted indifferently.
He was obviously a roommate, but he still pulled himself into a dark place to talk.
There's something very fishy here, classmate.
Marilyn smiled a bit bitingly: "Looking at how handsome you are, are you just playing with her? You will soon get tired of her silly girl."
This sentence made Ronan frown.
Hey, you are roommates, is this the legendary plastic flower friendship
After coughing dryly, Ronan deliberately kept a straight face: "By the way, what do you know about that scroll?"
Seeing Ronan's attention suddenly shift to the painting, Marilyn seemed to have discovered something, and smiled slyly: "If you want to know, just come with me."
After saying that, she walked towards the small woods that deviated from the stone road and raised her finger towards Ronan.
Seeing this frivolous behavior, Ronan was a little disgusted: "Forget it if you don't say it. I can ask other people."
"It's no use asking anyone else." Seeing Ronan turning around to leave, Marilyn turned back and said, "Handsome guy, I am Lilian's only roommate. I know the best about the scroll."
Ronan put his hands in his pockets and stood there, waiting for her next words.
Marilyn looked around and walked towards the woods: "This is not the place to talk. Come with me."
Ronan frowned, what's wrong with this woman? Why does she always want to drag him to the woods
He was a little swollen and felt that the other party was coveting his beauty.
When in doubt, save a file first.
Entering the grove, Ronan narrowed his eyes when he caught a glimpse of some newspapers and used TT on the ground.
Is this a wild fighting place
She led Ronan to a slightly larger tree and stopped.
After waiting for a while, seeing that he made no move, Marilyn looked straight over and asked, "Handsome man, have you ever played billiards?"
Ronan was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Marilyn reached out and touched the fishnet stockings, her eyes wandering around Ronan's lower body: "As long as the club goes into the hole, I will tell you everything."
Hiss~
Are all female college students in the United States so open-minded
Ronan's mouth twitched and he blurted out: "Why are you wearing Pinru's clothes?"
"Huh?" Marilyn didn't know what she meant and said in a daze, "No."
Ronan drew his neck back and shook his head: "You are so naughty."
At this moment, Marilyn finally understood.
She covered her mouth and let out a chirping laugh, not ashamed at all: "This is something we both want to do."
Ronan was very disgusted with her, but he still held back and asked, "You tell me first, and I'll think about it again."
Marilyn stared at his face and said with a smile: "That painting was painted by an art teacher. It seems that because of this painting, she broke up with her boyfriend of two years."
Ronan captured the key information and asked: "Who is that art teacher?"
Marilyn turned her back, lifted her buttocks high, and pointed: "I'll tell you when you enter the hole."
Ronan had a sullen face, raised his foot and kicked him hard.
Seeing Marilyn throw herself into pieces, he felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart.
Really relieve your anger.
Before the other party could curse, Ronan clicked on the file.
The timeline returns to the outside of the girls’ dormitory building.
Ronan followed Marilyn into the woods and came to a big tree. This time he took the initiative: "Turn around and lift up."
Marilyn was stunned for a second after hearing this, and was very excited about Ronan's familiar performance.
This handsome guy already understood it without even hinting it himself.
It seems that he is really a player, and he is just playing with Lillian.
Thinking of this, Marilyn chuckled and raised her hips high.
After a few seconds, not feeling any physical contact, she turned back in confusion.
Ronan resisted the urge to kick him up and asked with a straight face: "Which art teacher painted the scroll that Lilian often brings?"
Marilyn rolled her eyes, hesitated for a moment and then said, "It's Mr. Tony from the Art Department."
Teacher Tony, sounds like a guy from a hair salon.
However, it is worth the trip to get key clues to the strategy.
"Lift up a little higher."
Seeing Marilyn bending down and raising her head obediently, Ronan narrowed his eyes and kicked her up...