Chapter 103 Missing Brother's Boyfriend
Suddenly, there was a sound of something breaking in the bathroom, which made Jing Xun stand up immediately.
He subconsciously put his hand on the armrest and pushed it down. In a daze, he found that he had pushed open the door... Lin Zhi did not lock it.
The bathroom was filled with a warm scent. The water had stopped, but the mist was still rising.
The young man leaning over under the shower opened his eyes slightly and was a little surprised that the door was suddenly opened.
What was broken on the ground was a small bottle of conditioner, which was a customized version of a brand that Jingxun often used. The glass bottle packaging was not convenient, but it was beautiful.
Because Jing Xun was tall, things were always placed in a position that was more convenient for him, and the glass that fell from a high place broke into pieces of varying sizes.
"Are you okay?"
Jing Xun asked this, his eyes falling on Lin Zhi's fingertips.
It seemed that the area was scratched while picking up debris, and blood kept flowing out and forming small beads.
Some scattered glass fragments were washed by the water and reflected the scene vaguely, and the broken pieces reflected the light, flickering.
The young man's fingers were long and beautiful, with his injured ring finger drooping downwards. Blood continued to flow out of the tiny wound, and the blood beads were growing bigger and bigger, shaky and could splash onto the ground at any time.
Jing Xun stared at it like a madman, waiting for it to splash down.
"It's okay, I just lost strength in my hands all of a sudden, so I accidentally broke something."
Lin Zhi stood up and looked at Jing Xun outside the door, with some apology in her voice.
His eyelashes were long and seemed to be stained with moisture, making them look soft and innocent under the light.
He raised his hand and rolled away the drop of blood that was about to drip with the tip of his tongue, then held it lightly in his mouth to stop the bleeding.
Her lips were painted with bright blood, like a beautiful and cruel beauty in the mist in the cold-toned bathroom filled with white tiles and transparent glass.
This was a silent temptation that no one could resist, and Jing Xun couldn't help but walk closer.
Water was dripping from the beautiful woman's wet hair, flowing across her neck and down her collarbone.
Getting close is the beginning of a relationship that goes beyond the boundaries and crosses the taboo.
"There are debris on the ground, watch your step."
Jing Xun reminded him like this, seemingly just wanting to help.
But his eyes did not say that. Desire was strong in his grey-blue pupils, and mixed and passionate emotions were surging in them.
Lin Zhi was wearing shoes. The moment Jing Xun hugged his waist, he stepped on the shoes and tiptoed slightly, and fell into Jing Xun's arms.
This was not a princess hug posture. After Jing Xun lifted Lin Zhi up, his hand slid down and held Lin Zhi's thigh, allowing him to hang on him.
In order to maintain her body balance, Lin Zhi had to put her arms around Jing Xun's neck to prevent herself from falling backwards during the shaking.
Jing Xun's body temperature was very high, and the scorching heat seemed to ignite people through their clothes.
After the heating in the house was turned on, he took off his thin coat and put on a black short T-shirt underneath.
The water droplets rolling down Lin Zhi's hair fell onto his shoulders, wetting them bit by bit.
The black clothing became heavy, and the smell lingering in the air became heavy as well.
Jing Xun stepped on the glass fragments carelessly, crushing them into powder.
Jing Xun's body shape can give people a special sense of security. He also has the purity that has not been baptized by desire. Once he is stained with this color, he has a different kind of sexiness.
Like blood-stained glass shattered into pieces, like a cold, green and sharp fragrance, like a black T-shirt stained with water.
Lin Zhi's face was slightly flushed, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of her emotions or the temperature of her lover.
Jing Xun originally wanted to carry Lin Zhi out of the door, but when he passed by the bathroom mirror, his mind was replaced by other thoughts.
Or perhaps it could be said that there was no responsible rationality in his brain at the moment. Ever since he pushed the door open and saw Lin Zhi, he had already been occupied by chaotic emotions. Therefore, he did whatever he wanted, regardless of whether the reasons were sufficient.
There is no reason, being bewitched is the best reason.
The artist is easily indulged in sentimentality, and the strong emotional colors are dazzling.
The sudden chill from behind made Lin Zhi shiver unconsciously. In the damp and cold season, the temperature of items was even lower.
The sudden situation left Lin Zhi no time to react. Between ice and fire, a shadow covered his body.
"you are so Beautiful."
Jing Xun murmured in a low voice. What he admired was not just Lin Zhi's appearance, but also his eyes, his emotions, his soul, everything he showed, everything that made up him.
The mirror reflected Lin Zhi's profile. Jing Xun's eyes were filled with obsession and greed, a desire and burning sensation that made one's heart beat wildly.
It is hard to tell whether these are followers of the God of Desire or prisoners of the Desire.
The mirror in the bathroom is not the usual dry and wet separated type on the washstand, but an invisible recessed outer layer for storage.
There was no barrier between them. Lin Zhi and Jing Xun's eyes met. He smiled softly and replied, "Thank you."
These two words appeared very frequently in his conversations with Jing Xun. The more unfamiliar their relationship was, the more polite they were about every little thing.
However, the meaning of this thank you is different from the past.
When eyes meet, some things will happen naturally.
A faint smell of rust permeated the air; it was the bloodstain on Lin Zhi's lips.
The chaotic breathing gradually synchronized, and I closed my eyes and immersed myself in it.
Hot, hurried, clumsy and awkward, Lin Zhi acted as a guide, as gentle and patient as an elder.
No matter how the autumn wind blows the ginkgo trees outside, the fallen leaves are all over the sky.
The bathroom window was located slightly above them, allowing slanted light from heaven to pour in, but was a few feet away from them.
The blend of light and darkness is a carnival for the senses.
As they gradually got into the mood and separated, Jing Xun gently rubbed Lin Zhi's cheek and asked in a low voice: "Can we kiss again?"
What does he care about? He cares about nothing.
He didn’t care about Lin Zhi’s danger and weirdness, or his apparent identity. He only remembered that this was his muse, his goddess of beauty, the person he wanted to touch with all his might and for whom he could not suppress his desire.
The wound on the tip of Lin Zhi's ring finger was still oozing blood, which was flowing down the finger.
He raised his fingertips and stroked Jing Xun's cheek, with a smile in his eyes, and said with a slight complaint: "My right hand is not strong enough."
Jing Xun understood what he meant from his eyes and lifted Lin Zhi up.
Blood left marks on his cheeks, reflected in his eyes, and gradually spread, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.
Memories of the past inevitably flood in, making the memory even more confusing.
The noisy sounds, the warm blood, the malice and cruelty, the broken limbs and the crampedness of being trapped in a narrow space, all feel like they are strangling one’s throat.
The broken, upside-down and twisted world called for him to join the ranks of the cruel ones.
She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, licking his masterpiece.
The traces left on the faces of young children always carry his presence, mixed with bloody ambiguity and romance.
Still remaining in the imagined past, the space was slightly distorted and scattered into equally disordered fragments.
"Hmm."
The low humming sound is the result of growing obsession.
The afternoon sun shines lazily and warmly on the earth.
A car drove into the community, the man in the car paid the fare and got off in front of the villa.
After the driver left, he did not go to the nearest house, but took a detour.
The villas in this area are spaced far apart and are planted with green plants in a regular pattern to protect the privacy of the residents.
The man was wearing a long windbreaker, and only when he walked into the surveillance blind spot did he show a little bit of unnatural gait.
The wound on his thigh had been bandaged by Wei Jinrong. Fortunately, no vital parts were injured, but this did not prevent him from remembering his former partner in his heart.
Wei Jinrong quickly arrived at his brother's residence, but did not knock on the door directly.
He climbed into the backyard, looking for a hidden entrance to the basement.
Generally, the basement of a house is relatively large, but Jing Xun's basement was filled in because he had been kidnapped in the basement before. He was in charge of this matter at the beginning. In order to comfort his brother, he specially set up an outdoor exit for the basement besides the one inside the house. He did not expect it to come in handy at this time.
There was a light layer of dust on the decoration, probably because it hadn't been moved for a long time.
In order to avoid being detected, Wei Jinrong moved carefully, looked around, and entered the narrow underground passage.
The smell in the passage was not good, and the filled cement surface was rough. Wei Jinrong estimated the terrain of the house in his mind and continued to move forward.
The heating facility pipes are on this floor, and the slight noise from their operation makes Wei Jinrong a little nervous.
Based on his understanding of Jing Xun, he rarely turns on the heating even in winter, let alone in autumn. Is there someone else at home?
But given Jing Xun's personality and his bipolar disorder, it's unlikely that he would take anyone in.
Wei Jinrong walked to the steps leading to the indoor exit and stopped, feeling a little hesitant.
These days of hiding have made him subconsciously suspicious of everyone and everything he sees, and he would rather be suspicious even if his suspicion is wrong.
There is no signal in the basement, and the environment is so cramped that it can only accommodate one person, which makes people feel a little stuffy.
Beads of sweat appeared on Wei Jinrong's forehead. He let out a breath and decided to go out and take a look.
According to Jing Xun's habit, he could be seen in the living room. If he was not in the living room, he could just go upstairs.
That was Jing Xun's private area, and it was a good place to talk to him.
He walked up the stairs very lightly and pushed open the barrier of the basement entrance.
The entrance to the basement is in a utility room. Going out of the utility room, there is the guest room on the same level, and going out of the corridor is the living room.
The living room was silent. A covered easel was placed behind the sofa, and the light coming directly from the wide skylight filled the room.
In the bedroom, Lin Zhi sank into the large and soft bed and calmed her breathing.
It didn't spread much downwards, and stopped there tacitly.
Sometimes, in a certain atmosphere, you can only do certain things, otherwise it would become vulgar.
Those hot emotions that are exhaled with the breath are scattered and intertwined, between love and affection.
Jing Xun knelt beside Lin Zhi, holding his right hand and looking into his eyes intently.
He asked, “Can I draw you a picture?”
He was not satisfied with just peeking from behind, he wanted to see through his eyes instead of a cold screen.
I want to capture all the colors on him with my eyes, look at the details created by the changes in light and shadow, and avoid distortion caused by distance.
Wanting permission, wanting to feel more.
Even if swallowed by danger, nothing will be left.
Even though Jing Xun was looking down at Lin Zhi, what he expressed was a request to look up.
Lin Zhi curved her lips and said, "Of course, it is an honor to be the model of a great painter."
It’s also my honor, Jing Xun whispered in his heart and kissed the back of Lin Zhi’s hand.
Jing Xun realized it a little late, and said with some anticipation and nervousness: "Have you seen my paintings?"
Lin Zhi leaned sideways, propped up her cheek and looked at him and answered, "Of course, I have seen everything on display."
"Which one do you like best?"
If Chang Yuhan heard this, she would doubt whether her memory was disordered, because Jing Xun hated people greeting him like this the most. After he became famous, he became more and more annoyed with such words. And now such words came directly from Jing Xun's mouth. He actually took the initiative to ask others which of his works they liked the most.
"Your favorite? Golder's Bird."
Jing Xun was not disappointed when he heard this, this was indeed a work he was quite satisfied with, but this was not his favorite. However, his favorite work was on the second floor and was not seen by anyone.
On the second floor of the villa, Wei Jinrong felt a slight chill in his heart as he stood in front of the painting.
There were two paintings hung in the newly opened area. He couldn't understand the first one of rain and fog, but he was very familiar with the face of the young man in the second painting.
Looking at those eyes in the mirror, the wound on his leg felt a dull pain.
There was a painting drying in the shade nearby. Wei Jinrong walked over and, as expected, saw the same face again.
Lin Zhi, he whispered the name.
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