Chapter 111: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

Jing Xun knew that even if he didn't speak out the voices in his head, Lin Zhi had noticed his abnormality, his desire for bondage and his cruel madness.

When he was drawing Lin Zhi, many intrusive thoughts came into his mind.

Dangerous and disgusting fantasies, biting his throat while kissing, looking at the young man's twisted limbs and stiff, solidified, bleeding face.

Jing Xun was trying his best to restrain himself. He didn't want to do these things to Lin Zhi, and he didn't want to hurt Lin Zhi, so what Lin Zhi said made him painful.

——If I change my mind, will you keep me in the painting forever?

If I change my mind, will you kill me?

Hurt me, trap me, and make me unable to resist forever?

The restrained and suppressed malice in the mind was expressed in teasing words, as if the malice was exposed and magnified, becoming a bluffing and unbearable threat, and also like being responded to with contemptuous ridicule.

Jing Xun's throat tightened. He wanted to shake his head at Lin Zhi, to deny it or even make crazy promises to Lin Zhi, but he couldn't do it.

Jing Xun didn't know if he would still be able to retain his sanity when that day really came. He was going crazy just thinking about it, so he could only beg Lin Zhi not to force him and not to ask him like that.

"Don't worry, you won't hurt me, and none of those things you think will happen."

Lin Zhi looked at Jing Xun's slightly moist eyes and bit the tip of her tongue lightly to suppress her body's reaction that made him tremble slightly.

This look was so pitiful and touching that it completely satisfied the bad emotions in his heart.

He would comfort Jing Xun so that he wouldn't have to avoid this problem or struggle anymore.

"Because before you can't help but do these things, I will definitely deal with you first. After all, I'm not some useless thing that has reached the end of its rope, so you don't have to be afraid of hurting me. Don't have such concerns."

Lin Zhi's hand gently stroked Jing Xun's face. There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and the beautiful curve of her lip beads swayed slightly as her lips opened and closed.

He made an alternative vow, and even when he said such words, his expression was still calm, revealing the reliability of a mature lover.

The danger hidden beneath gentleness is like a whirlpool under calm water, which can suck people in unknowingly and eventually lead them to death, from which they cannot struggle to escape.

That makes people feel cold and obsessed.

The heating system, which had not been turned on for a long time, had a malfunction probably due to continuous operation for several days, and the temperature in the room had become damp and cold without anyone noticing.

The autumn wind blows in through the gaps in the windows and creeps into people's bodies bit by bit.

Coupled with the emotional ups and downs just now, even someone like Jing Xun, who was naturally hot-tempered, felt a little chill.

But at this moment, all the chill has dissipated.

He lay in Lin Zhi's arms, feeling his slender and soft body. His tone was unhurried, with a calm and confident tone. His calm and stable emotions were transmitted to him through his warm and delicate skin, making him nostalgic and dependent.

"Well, hopefully before I create the work I am most satisfied with."

If he ever really lost control one day, he hoped it would be like this.

Before he hurts Lin Zhi, Lin Zhi will deal with him, by any means.

To end his life in the hands of the person he loved most was very romantic for a madman like him who was immersed in his own art, unlike ordinary people.

If he fell in front of his most satisfying painting, it would be more satisfying to him than his original plan.

Wei Jinrong didn't really know his brother well, so his method of coaxing him into cooperation was wrong.

Jing Xun was indeed ill. He had an indifferent outlook and extraordinary persistence, but he had never thought about keeping anything for a long time.

The more beautiful something is, the less it has to do with eternity.

Just like the withering flowers, the setting moon, and the fleeting shooting stars, the brighter they are, the shorter their lives will be.

Artists can only pursue inspiration and try their best to capture it, but the muse cannot be trapped, just like a butterfly whose wings have been torn off. The feeling that causes the human soul to shake is likely to disappear.

This would definitely be an adventure that would easily lead to regrets. Jing Xun knew what attracted him to Lin Zhi, so he would never lock Lin Zhi in his cage. This was his intuition, and doing so would only make him lose his muse.

He would rather sleep forever in the process of chasing and entanglement, even if everything is just a bubble.

If Lin Zhi was willing, he hoped that their relationship would be reversed, and he would happily walk into Lin Zhi's cage, but he didn't know whether Lin Zhi was willing.

But at least... at least he was less worried now. Even though Lin Zhi knew about his bad thoughts, she did not show any disgust and assured him.

Jing Xun put his arms around Lin Zhi's waist, leaned against him more and more relaxedly, and listened to his heartbeat.

Lin Zhi followed up his question and asked, "Which work are you most satisfied with?"

Lin Zhi could feel the reasonable obsession from Jing Xun's attitude. If he had not appeared in this world, then when Jing Xun finished painting that work, it might be the time when he left the world.

Fortunately, he did not appear at that point. When the painting was completed, it would mean that Jing Xun had given up on saving himself. At that point, his illness must have been very serious, and there was no way to rely on any emotion to retain his attachment to this world.

"Well, I haven't created a work that I feel is perfect. Someone once said that the difference between a good-looking painting and a masterpiece is usually only five strokes, and these five strokes are usually the boldest five strokes in the painting process. But I think that kind of difference only requires one stroke, but I don't know which stroke it is, where it starts and where it ends."

Jing Xun honestly expressed his confusion and problems. He stuck closer and closer to Lin Zhi, as if he wanted to draw strength from him.

He once worried that he would never know how that stroke came about, and that even if he spent his entire life, he would never find the answer.

"But I have some feeling now. The answer lies in you, but I haven't found the direction yet."

Jing Xun had no idea that his words had left him with hidden dangers or given him something to talk about.

Lin Zhi was not unhappy about this. The smile in his eyes became deeper, as if he was enjoying the praise.

"You will find it. I can feel it too. Don't be too anxious."

Lin Zhi was not trying to comfort her, but stating the facts.

Jing Xun couldn't help but hold his hand tightly. There was a unique aura about Lin Zhi that made people feel at ease. Even if they knew that he was in disguise and that he was not harmless, they would still believe him without hesitation.

"Can I have a kiss?"

The clingy brother was simply a kiss-asking machine, and Lin Zhi generously said, "Of course, you can do whatever you want, no need to ask specifically."

The high body temperature dispelled the autumn chill, just like a warm barrier blocking the cold wind, leaving only the intimacy that almost devoured people and the undisguised greedy desire.

However, Lin Zhi did not intend to agree to the end. It was not because he had no interest, but because his body did not allow it.

It has been overused and can no longer withstand the slightest abuse, but humans seem to have a natural ability in this regard.

Lin Zhi's legs were pressed together, and the sticky substance slid down her legs.

01 cheered happily, yes, it’s an animation.

It was windy and drizzling at night, but Lin Zhi slept well in the unheated house.

The tall young man who was holding him was almost a size bigger than him and held him easily.

The next morning, Jing Xun, accompanied by Lin Zhi, went to the basement to fix the heating problem. When he returned to the living room, he heard the doorbell.

The person outside the door breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jing Xun open the door, and said, "I was scared to death, I thought something happened to you."

Jing Xun looked at Chang Yuhan with some confusion, and Chang Yuhan immediately said, "I called you several times but you didn't answer, and you didn't respond when I knocked on the door. I know sometimes you are very focused on painting and don't want to be disturbed, but you didn't reply to the message two days ago. Not only uncle and aunt are worried, but I am also worried. If you don't open the door today, I will break in."

Chang Yuhan explained as she entered the house and talked about Wei Jinrong: "I heard that your brother seems to have gone in. I don't know anything more. Your uncle and aunt are on their way back."

Jing Xun figured out the whole story from her words. It turned out that his parents, who were preparing to return from the scientific research station two days ago, received the signal, saw his message and replied, but he was busy creating new memories with Lin Zhi at that time, so he could not reply in time.

With her elder son missing and her younger son not replying to messages, Jing's mother was extremely worried. She contacted Chang Yuhan when she had a signal again and rushed home with her husband.

"I haven't told Auntie about your brother yet. After all, it's hard to explain over the phone. They should be here soon. When I left, they were on their way to the airport. They didn't let me pick them up so I came to see you first."

Jing Xun replied: "I'm fine, I know about my brother's situation."

Only then did Chang Yuhan notice the young man standing behind her wearing a dark green turtleneck sweater. She greeted him with a hint of sympathy on her face.

I traveled thousands of miles back to China to find my lover, but it turned out that my lover was a criminal who was arrested on suspicion of cheating on me. It was so tragic.

"Hot water or tea?"

Lin Zhi smiled at Chang Yuhan and asked. Wash the clean cups and serve her.

"Just hot water."

After Chang Yuhan finished speaking, she paused and looked at the two people in the room strangely.

Did she feel wrong about this subtle change of identity?

But soon Chang Yuhan turned her attention elsewhere and walked quickly to the painting in the living room.

"You've changed your painting style? But the colors are still very much your style, very beautiful. Do you want to sell this painting?"

As an agent, Chang Yuhan asked very directly.

She was a little excited. Jing Xun not only got out of the state of exhaustion, but also brought new works. Although the style was very different from before, the processing techniques and colors were very much in his style. It was simply a reversal and breakthrough, and it made people feel beautiful just looking at it.

Even though the facial features of the bent young man in the painting are not detailed, he already possesses an indescribable charm and beauty. The impact is very direct and may be sold at a higher price than "Golde's Bird".

“Not for sale.”

"The exhibition, together with the previous one."

Chang Yuhan was not disappointed either, because she knew Jing Xun would give this answer.

"No."

"Why?"

Chang Yuhan was a little confused. It was normal not to sell it, but it was a bit strange not to exhibit it.

“I like to admire myself.”

Jing Xun was reluctant to exhibit his work. Although his painting of Lin Zhi only captured a little bit of Lin Zhi's beauty, he did not want to be seen by others.

There are already many people who like Lin Zhi. If more people become obsessed with and yearn for Lin Zhi because of his paintings, he would rather these paintings never be published.