Chapter 2176 [Extra] The Morbid Painter VS The God in the Painting (3)

A soft, warm touch caressed his cheek. Lin Yuan's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and after a moment, he finally opened his eyes slowly.

Her deep phoenix eyes, which had been melancholy, quickly regained their luster the moment she saw Si Jin. Her piousness was tinged with a hint of hidden wickedness as she said, "Have I finally gained your favor?"

In his previous paintings, deities would sometimes appear, but Lin Yuan believed that those were soulless and could not stir his emotions.

They find even exchanging a few words tedious, let alone physical contact.

He had always thought it was just his imagination.

Unexpectedly, now that this one has appeared, everything we've seen before seems to have lost its luster.

He heard Si Jin ask, "What kind of deity qualifies as 'seduction'?"

Lin Yuan paused slightly, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards Si Jin's white robes. Sure enough, the robes worn by the deity were exactly the same as the one he had drawn.

Then...

Lin Yuan reached out and slowly moved his hand over Si Jin's arm, stopping at his neck, and easily untied the high collar that was protecting his Adam's apple.

Her fingertips moved downwards, unbuttoning two more buttons.

She reached out and pushed his pure white clothes aside, revealing a hint of his collarbone.

The next second, his gaze deepened, and his right hand gripped Si Jin's neck tightly, pressing his lips against hers, leaving a faint red mark on her left collarbone.

Satisfied, she released her grip, gently brushed the long hair from his temples, and smiled, "This... I guess it'll do."

Si Jin looked down at him, her brows sharp, but her voice gentle: "Do you know the consequences of blasphemy?"

"It's nothing more than death." The yandere Xiaoyuan said indifferently. When he withdrew his hand, he lightly pinched Si Jin's earlobe with his knuckles. Seeing the slight blush, he smiled with satisfaction.

madman!

Si Jin ignored him, summoned a chair woven from vines, sat down opposite him, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that the cameras will record it, and tomorrow they'll think you're talking to a painting or thin air, and then drag you out?"

"It's okay, it's worth it."

"But I have a way to prevent you from being dragged out for 'electroshock therapy'."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, indicating that he was willing to listen, and Si Jin continued, "You can tear off that piece of paper in front of the nurse."

Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, clearly indicating his reluctance.

After all, this was the last piece of paper he could hide.

But Si Jin's next sentence was: "You can draw on more than just paper, right?"

After only a three-second pause, Lin Yuan realized what was happening and nodded in agreement.

After chatting for a while longer, he reluctantly saw his muse off.

To avoid being discovered, Lin Yuan quickly lay back down and started thinking of other places besides paper where he could draw—

Drawers, desktops, white walls, even... the white sheets beneath him, all work.

He doesn't need a fragile medium like paper.

Moreover, when he tears up the painting tomorrow, he wants to do something even more... daring.

… …

The next morning, the nurse who came to check on him again noticed his unusual behavior. She was even angry that he was not cooperating with the treatment and wanted to reach out and tear up his sketch.

After all, such a hastily drawn item wouldn't sell for much money; it would not only delay the patient's treatment but also have no value for confiscation.

In the past, Lin Yuan would have tried his best to stop it, but today, he seemed unusually calm.

With her phoenix eyes slightly curved, she gently advised the nurse, "Don't be angry." Then, she took the painting herself, bowed her head, and apologized, "Nurse, getting angry can cause wrinkles. I'll tear this up myself, okay?"

The nurse frowned deeply, clearly disbelieving.

But the next second, Lin Yuan lowered his head, his slender fingertips lingering on the painting for a minute, then tore it apart—

He pierced the thin lips of the portrait with his index finger, and traced five or six circles in the air with his fingertip before dividing the painting into several pieces and throwing them into the trash can, leaving them for the nurse to take away.

Clatter—

The ward door was closed tightly.

Only after the nurse's footsteps had faded into the distance did Lin Yuan seem to confirm some conjecture. A sickly smile appeared on his lips as he slowly lowered his eyes to look at the finger that had first pierced through the painting.

At the first two knuckles, there are still traces of the divine, light jade essence.