Help, the Girl in My Painting Is Called Xiaoqian

On a rainy night, I fished out a girl from the pond. She has a thin waist, white legs, and her soaked clothes cling to her body, making her look incredibly beautiful. When we arrived at the deserted temple, she took the initiative to lean into my arms again. I thought it was an affair. I was also afraid that there were some strong men hiding outside the door. It was later discovered that the strong man did not. There really is a ghost. What's more coincidental is that her name is Xiaoqian. Later, she entered my painting. Since then, I have never slept alone at night.