Help! The Girl in My Painting Is Called Xiao Qian

On a rainy night, I was hurrying along when I fished a young woman out of a pond.

A slender waist, fair legs, clothes soaked through and clinging to her body. She was impossibly beautiful.

At an abandoned temple, she even snuggled into my arms of her own accord.

I thought I was in for a romantic encounter.

I was also afraid a few burly men might be hiding outside the door.

Later, I learned there were no burly men.

But there really was a ghost.

And, as it happened, her name was Xiaoqian.

Later, she entered my painting.

From then on, I never slept alone again.