Chapter 108 Missing Brother's Boyfriend
What posture do you like?
Jing Xun seemed to have lost the ability to think, standing still, not knowing what to do.
Is this what he meant, is it, or is it not?
He seldom dealt with people and had no ability to guess overly complicated matters, especially in this kind of matter, in front of Lin Zhi.
God knows how much he wants to call his parents or Chang Yuhan now, it doesn’t matter who it is, someone come and tell him whether this is a signal or not!
"Don't you need paint or paper?"
Lin Zhi reminded Jing Xun, and Jing Xun responded hastily and went towards the paint cabinet.
In fact, he now had a blank mind and had no idea what to paint. Apart from the basic exercises he had done before, he had never painted a portrait for anyone.
"Is this okay, or will it be easier for you to draw this way?"
Lin Zhi changed his sitting position and knelt on the sofa.
He pressed his palms on the soft and wide sofa, causing the surface of the sofa to slightly dent. His upper body naturally stretched forward, and his dark green sweater naturally drooped due to gravity.
The clothes are fitted to the body, with a slightly concave waist and abdomen.
The beautiful lines that sway gently are objective and increasingly capture the painter's attention.
Jing Xun was sure that Lin Zhi was seducing him. His actions were inconsistent with his words. His eyes and words were both irritating him.
But Jing Xun was not sure, he didn’t know if he could... He looked at Lin Zhi, trying hard to find the answer.
01 Gently shook his head. Look, the child is almost dying of anxiety.
Although he didn't like Wei Jinrong, 01 had to agree with some of his words.
Look, you're being played around by the bad guy.
Lin Zhi lay on the sofa and said with a smile: "Painting should take a long time. I can't hold that posture for too long. Let's do it this way. You can start painting. If you have other instructions, I will follow them."
Jing Xun's overloaded brain selectively received information, like a machine operating with difficulty.
The temptation hidden in the smile enveloped the world, like the pollen emitted by a flower pretending to be harmless to confuse its prey.
Jing Xun stood in front of the paint cabinet without opening it to take out the materials needed for painting. In fact, he simply couldn't focus on the thing he once loved most.
In the afternoon, the living room is bathed in the warm autumn sun, and the running heater dispels the cold and dampness, making the air dry.
Jing Xun leaned over, held Lin Zhi's hand, and placed his hand on his cheek.
"I'm sorry, I can't concentrate on painting right now. My mind is so confused and has been filled with you."
Jing Xun didn't know what he wanted to do. He didn't have to do that kind of thing with Lin Zhi at this moment, but he was completely unable to think, unable to think about anything else. He just wanted to stay with Lin Zhi and do anything.
Jing Xun's gray-blue eyes were filled with tangled and complex emotions that went beyond sex and desired more.
Strong desire and sincere words are the best catalysts.
Lin Zhi took out his mobile phone with his other hand and quickly tapped on the screen with one hand.
Jing Xun thought Lin Zhi was angry, and when he was feeling a little anxious, he found that Lin Zhi clicked on the purchase page that he was familiar with.
The online program of the large supermarket in the villa area was what he taught Lin Zhi to operate.
"what are you looking for?"
"Necessary items, do you have them at home?"
Lin Zhi showed Jing Xun the page, the best quality water-soluble ones and safety measures for different flavors.
Lin Zhi is a selfish hedonist. He does this kind of thing only because he feels it and he needs to feel comfortable.
His current body is not as convenient as the fox demon body in the previous world. In short, it is still within the scope of a normal human male and needs to be well prepared.
Jing Xun may lose his mind at any time. The sick sweetheart who cannot resist the temptation and has no self-control may go crazy in a while.
While he didn't mind falling with him and releasing his dark side, that definitely didn't include the pain in that regard.
Jing Xun shook his head honestly, he didn't have such a thing at home.
He watched Lin Zhi place the order with some excitement, but when he saw the delivery time on the checkout page, Jing Xun stopped Lin Zhi from checking out.
"This is too slow. It will be quick if I go buy it."
It took a full fifteen minutes to wait; Jing Xun couldn't even wait five minutes.
Lin Zhi was a little surprised. This was beyond his expectations. He didn't expect that Jing Xun would go out on his own initiative for the first time to buy something like this.
He didn't call Jing Xun or he didn't have the time to call Jing Xun because Jing Xun stood up immediately after he finished speaking.
"What a cute idiot."
Lin Zhi supported her cheek and spoke with a chuckle.
01 didn't know whether the host was talking to itself or to it, it remained silent because it was also anxious.
This behavior is very supportive of the mission objective, and it can't wait to watch cartoons!
Jing Xun ran over as fast as he could, and ran back immediately after paying the bill.
He knew that this behavior might be a little stupid, but he was afraid that he would forget. If he forgot why he went out, he might go to the basement and shut himself in.
"Should I take a shower first or draw the curtains... Sorry, I forgot there are no curtains. This is one-way glass."
"Do you feel the heating is too hot? Do you need to lower the temperature? I..."
At this moment, he seemed a little nervous.
Lin Zhi raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Want a kiss?"
His tolerance and gentleness are enough to accommodate all the panic caused by excitement of young people.
Her heart was throbbing to an unbearable degree, making Jing Xun even more obsessed with her.
The light from the sky shines in from the top and the sides. In a bright environment, people will disperse or hide many thoughts, and it seems that any passion will be discounted.
Jing Xun is an exception. He is not affected by this at all.
His madness and obsession are enough to swallow up the light.
As a gifted and talented painter, Jing Xun has a pair of dexterous hands that allow him to easily draw lines and shapes, and also allow him to master sufficient skills in the process of learning.
Lin Zhi guessed correctly. When a look of being obsessed with love and desire appeared on this face that was so cold that it seemed to keep a distance from the good side of human nature, there was a kind of sexiness that made people feel happy just by looking at it.
The fingertips of the young man's fingers grasping the edge of the sofa were pink and had faint teeth marks.
Jing Xun was overly obsessed with painting, and the spacious studio was like a cage, trapping his aesthetic spirit.
He expressed his feelings through his actions. He was always so straightforward and never concealed his feelings, his desires, and his love.
"Congratulations, you have completed your transformation."
Lin Zhi tied the things she had just taken out into a knot and shook them lightly in front of Jing Xun, then threw them casually on the ground and spoke with a hint of joking.
He leaned lazily on the sofa, having expended some of his energy, which made his face look a bit tired.
"I wasn't a little boy before."
It seems that when facing older lovers, older boys always tend to care about their age and refuse to associate themselves with immaturity.
Jing Xun pursed his lips and put his words into practice silently.
Although he did not take his brother's words too seriously, it is undeniable that those words did leave a mark in his heart.
His brother was ten years older than him, and he didn't want to appear immature in comparison.
Even though he knew that Lin Zhi no longer liked his brother, even their past relationship had to be questioned.
But he couldn't help thinking of Lin Zhi's look of missing and worrying about her brother in front of him. Even if it was a disguise, Jing Xun began to feel a little annoyed.
He didn't know that the emotion was called jealousy, an indescribable jealousy.
"Of course, you have nothing to do with that word."
Lin Zhi smiled and gave a very pertinent evaluation.
He is so gentle and considerate, but it makes people lose control even more.
As the seasons progress, the daylight hours gradually get shorter.
The light shining into the living room gradually dimmed. In the dusk, the black-haired young man was covered with traces of scars, which made him more beautiful and dazzling than the sunset in the sky.
Single-sided glass is enough to make the space visually larger and also bring other feelings.
The trees outside the window moved in the wind, and the shadows on the ground inside the window also swayed gently.
My thoughts were interrupted and I froze for a moment.
Being wrapped in warmth made Jing Xun continue subconsciously, but his consciousness still remained in a confused stage.
Jing Xun wanted to check the time on his watch but he couldn't remember the last time he checked the time. His last memory was when Lin Zhi was bandaging his wound.
Apparently he had forgotten something extremely important. His brother was no longer here and it was already getting dark.
"No...it has exceeded our agreement..."
Lin Zhi was feeling a little sleepy. He leaned on Jing Xun with his eyes half closed, not realizing that the situation had changed.
Jing Xun's eyes unconsciously became gloomy, not directed at Lin Zhi, but at himself.
How could my past self have Lin Zhi? That was not an agreement with him, because he forgot.
The gap in memory was driving people crazy, and the sharp and aching pain in the heart made Jing Xun's breathing become irregular.
He was madly jealous of his past self, mixed with disgust, and he wished this damn disease would disappear immediately.
Lin Zhi was being held in his arms, feeling extremely sleepy and almost numb, and he was not awake even in this state. He thought Jing Xun was going to take him to the bedroom to rest.
However, the increasing frequency of the sound made him open his eyes, and he met Jing Xun, whose eyes were red and he looked aggrieved.
"I forget, but I will try to create new memories."
Those gray-blue eyes were filled with an almost morbid stubbornness.
Lin Zhi could hardly distinguish between dreams and reality. Her consciousness seemed to be disconnected for a while. The swaying moonlight and the lover filled with attachment filled her mind.
The hanging lights in the living room were turned on, filling the room with cold white light.
Jing Xun covered the unconscious Lin Zhi with a blanket and watched the past images with the device.
This feeling is different from memory after all.
He tried hard to remember, but came up blank.
"Give it back to me."
"Give me back my memories!"
Jing Xun murmured to himself on the screen, his hands clenched into fists.
At this moment, his disgust for the disease reached its peak.
Although this disease had bothered him a little in the past, he had gotten used to it. He knew that his biggest problem was not his confused memory, but the time he could not forget, the images and sounds that suddenly occupied his mind when he was painting, and the evil thoughts that made it difficult for him to control himself.
The sense of danger brought about by this chaos made him unconsciously addicted, so he deliberately indulged himself in this disordered world. He no longer went to see a doctor or took medicine on time. On the seemingly painful surface, he even enjoyed this feeling of self-torture, and even used it to escape anyone's care, and secretly hoped that one day he could forget everything.
But he always has a rational side, which controls him to remember and controls him not to hurt anyone.
He had planned long ago that when he could draw the painting he thought was perfect, he would not force himself to remember everything. On that day, he would take off his watch and remove the surveillance. If the evil thoughts reached their peak while he was painting, he could choose to hurt himself.
The last masterpiece of the painter who died of self-mutilation must have been a great work.
But he has begun to be unable to bear his illness. How could he forget such an important thing? He cannot forgive himself.
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