Chapter 127 "Dear, after seeing the painting... can you please stop hating me?"
"Wow——" Wen Duo blurted out in exclamation.
There are several easels in the middle of the room, with neatly arranged paint racks and various paintbrushes next to them.
There was a faint smell of turpentine and linseed oil in the air, a scent that Wen Duo had never smelled before but for which she felt inexplicably at ease.
She let go of Ji Huaishen's hand and curiously walked around the studio, her fingertips gently stroking the smooth surface of the easel.
"here......."
She tilted her head, frowning slightly, "Why does it feel empty? It's like something is missing..."
Ji Huaishen had already walked to the largest easel and sat down, selecting a suitable pencil from the pen holder:
"I had someone clean it up."
His voice was calm and composed. "Beginner's tools don't need to be complicated."
Wen Duo curled her lips and walked over to him.
Ji Huaishen selected a medium-hard pencil and handed it to her:
“Let’s start with the basics first.”
"I want to draw a rose!" Wen Duo took the pencil, her eyes shining.
"Then draw a rose." Ji Huaishen chuckled and suddenly put his arm around her waist.
As she exclaimed in surprise, he pulled her into his arms and let her sit on his lap.
"Ji Huaishen! What are you doing......"
Wen Duo's face turned red instantly, and she struggled to stand up, but he held her waist tightly.
"Don't move."
His voice was low and gentle, and his right hand covered her hand holding the pencil:
"Relax your wrists and I'll help you draw."
Wenduo could feel his chest pressed against her back, and every breath made her spine slightly hot.
His warm breath brushed against the tip of her ear, like a feather gently brushing past, causing her to shrink her neck involuntarily.
Ji Huaishen moved her hand to the drawing paper, and the tip of the pencil gently touched the paper, making a slight rustling sound.
In the quiet studio, the sound was infinitely amplified, along with the intertwined breathing of the two people.
"so......."
His lips were almost touching her earlobe, and his voice was as low as a whisper:
“Draw the outline first…”
Wenduo's attention was not on the paper at all.
The pleasant scent of Ji Huaishen surrounded her, and his strong heartbeat could be heard through their backs, gradually synchronizing with her accelerated heartbeat.
The pencil traced a crooked arc across the paper, looking more like an earthworm than a rose petal.
Ji Huaishen chuckled, his breath spraying behind her sensitive ears:
"Focus, baby."
"Yes...you are too close..." Wen Duo protested softly, feeling that the tips of her ears were burning.
Ji Huaishen not only did not retreat, but moved closer, almost hugging her whole body in his arms:
“Learning to paint requires concentration.”
His lips brushed against her earlobe, and there was an obvious smile in his voice:
"If I'm not so close, how can I teach you step by step?"
Wen Duo's hand trembled, and the pencil drew a long, uncontrollable mark on the paper.
With a "swish", Wen Duo suddenly stood up from Ji Huaishen's legs.
Her cheeks were flushed, and even the tips of her ears were a lovely pink.
"What's wrong, dear?" Ji Huaishen raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with a smile as if he was asking a question knowingly.
Wen Duo clenched the pencil in her hand:
"I'm not going to learn it yet!"
This is not teaching at all!
The warmth of the man's palm burned her waist through the thin fabric, and the feeling of his breath behind her ear made her feel numb all over.
Wen Duo bit her lower lip. This is clearly... this is...
"OK."
Ji Huaishen calmly put down his paintbrush and crossed his slender fingers on his knees:
"So, darling, what do you want to do? I'll accompany you."
Wen Duo looked around and suddenly pointed to the other side of the studio:
"Let's take a walk here first."
It’s not a wasted trip, luckily this studio is big enough and I can walk around freely.
The studio is more spacious than usual.
Wen Duo looked around curiously, and suddenly tilted her head:
"Hey, didn't you say you were drawing me? Why didn't I see it?"
Ji Huaishen paused as he stood up, hiding the complexity in his eyes, and said calmly:
"They are all in that villa."
"Oh, okay~~"
Wen Duo dragged out the tone, but his eyes suddenly lit up.
In the most inconspicuous corner of the studio, a picture frame about half a person's height stood quietly.
"There seems to be a painting over there!" She walked quickly as if she had discovered a new world.
Ji Huaishen's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Be good."
He caught up with Wen Duo in a few strides and grabbed her wrist:
"It's just a picture frame, no picture."
Wen Duo staggered a bit and looked up in surprise:
"We have to take a look first."
She pointed to the faint traces of color peeking out from beneath the white cloth. "And I see paint underneath. It must be a painting."
Ji Huaishen's fingers tightened, and his knuckles turned white:
"Don't look at it."
His voice was dangerously low.
"It hurts!" Wen Duo gasped and struggled instinctively.
Ji Huaishen let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream.
A faint red mark had appeared on Wen Duo's fair wrist, which was particularly glaring under the pale light.
She blew on her hot skin aggrievedly, raised her eyes and looked at Ji Huaishen, her almond eyes filled with confusion:
"What's wrong with you?"
The man stood there, motionless as if nailed to the ground.
The light from above cast shadows on his eyelashes, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes.
After a long while, he whispered:
"Dear, after seeing the painting...can you please stop hating me?"
This sentence is like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Wen Duo was stunned and very puzzled:
"Why do I hate you after seeing your painting?"
"I......"
Ji Huaishen's Adam's apple rolled and the sound was almost inaudible.
The studio suddenly became eerily quiet, leaving only the faint breathing and thumping heartbeats of the two people.
Ji Huaishen stood under the light, but his whole body seemed to be cut in two.
Half is exposed to the light, and half is immersed in darkness.
Those paintings were his worst secret.
Whenever he missed her so much late at night, whenever he saw her chatting and laughing with others, whenever the possessive desire gnawed at his rationality like a poisonous snake, he would come to the studio and vent his crazy thoughts with his brush.
In the painting, Wen Duo is sometimes entangled in thorns, sometimes sleeping in a crystal coffin, and sometimes chained to his side...
Every stroke represents a desire that he dares not express out loud.
And now, these dark sides are about to be exposed to the sun.
Ji Huaishen looked at the innocent girl in front of him, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.
Will she scream?
Will he run away?
Would you look at him as if he were a monster?
Their relationship had finally come to this point, and now...
Are we going to go back to square one because of this incident?
He really...
So scared.
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