Chapter 242: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter’s Real Doll (5)

Chapter 242: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter's Real Doll (5)

Ji Feng took Yi Yi to the bedroom bed and quickly lay down too.

He lay on his side, holding Yi Yi, his voice soft.

"Good night, Yi Yi."

Song Chuyi wished Ji Feng would fall asleep soon.

Once Ji Feng was asleep, Song Chuyi could go find Xiaotong to watch TV.

Ji Feng closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep in the darkness.

Once sure Ji Feng was asleep, Song Chuyi dared to go find Xiaotong to watch TV.

The night flew by, and as dawn broke, Song Chuyi pulled his consciousness back from the system space.

As soon as he regained his senses, he realized something was wrong.

Why was his leg on top of Ji Feng's?

He couldn't move, so had Ji Feng put his leg there?

This guy sleeps so carelessly.

Song Chuyi thought to himself, feeling a strange warmth around his waist.

He wanted to look down, but he was stuck!

Helpless, he could only stare at the top of Ji Feng's head and wait for him to wake up.

About ten minutes later, Ji Feng's eyelashes fluttered as he woke up.

"Good morning, Yi Yi."

His voice was still sleepy, but his eyes were alert.

He gently kissed the corner of Song Chuyi's mouth.

"Haven't brushed my teeth yet, so no tongue action."

He smiled softly and got up.

It wasn't until Ji Feng sat up that Song Chuyi realized what the warmth around his waist was.

Well, well, well, this is great.

He felt like today might be the day he turns human!

Ji Feng got up, went to the bathroom, and quickly came back to change.

He looked outside and said, "The weather's nice today."

"Yi Yi, let's go out and enjoy the sun today."

He leaned down and picked Yi Yi up.

"Hmm, we should get dressed today."

As he spoke, he turned to the wardrobe to pick out a shirt.

After dressing Yi Yi, he glanced down.

"You need more sun, so just shorts will do."

He didn’t put trousers on Yi Yi, just hugged him and went to the garden.

The morning sun wasn’t too hot yet, and Song Chuyi felt comfortable.

Ji Feng began bustling about in the kitchen.

After breakfast, he lounged in the garden with Yi Yi, soaking up the sun.

The garden gate was closed, but occasionally the voices of tourists could be heard.

"There’s actually a garden here, is it a farm stay?"

"Let me check; it doesn’t seem to be a farm stay, just a regular family’s garden."

"What a shame not to turn such a prime spot into a farm stay."

"Perhaps they’re not in need of the money."

...

Even though it’s in the mountains, the area isn’t quiet.

The allure of the 5A-level scenic spot draws tourists non-stop from dawn till dusk.

In the garden, Song Chuyi relished the buzz of human activity.

But Ji Feng, by his side, felt differently.

The clamor disrupted his private moments with Yi Yi.

This stirred a flicker of annoyance within him.

"Does Yi Yi mind their chatter?"

Ji Feng rose, stepped before Yi Yi, and with a firm hand, nodded his head twice.

Ji Feng smiled, "I knew Yi Yi didn’t like them."

Song Chuyi was shocked!

No, he loves it!

The vibrant crowd and the mountain vista embody the human world, his most cherished scene!

Ji Feng, you big fool!

"Since Yi Yi doesn’t like them, should I shoo them off?"

"Well, that might be a bit tricky."

This 5A-level scenic spot is state-owned; his influence doesn’t extend that far.

So, how can we keep those people away from his yard?

Ji Feng was lost in thought.

Seeing Ji Feng stop moving, Song Chuyi sighed in relief.

It seems Ji Feng doesn’t have a solution either. Good, good.

He chuckled inwardly; even the antagonist isn’t all-powerful.

A few minutes later, Ji Feng let go of Yi Yi’s head and headed into the studio.

Soon after, he returned with a painting.

With just a few strokes, it depicted a distorted world—one glance was enough to make you feel sick.

Song Chuyi saw the painting and was inwardly shocked.

The painting already had a strong hypnotic effect; staring at it too long would definitely hypnotize you.

Ji Feng approached him with the painting, smiling as he spoke.

“Isn’t Yi Yi beautiful?”

Ji Feng pressed his head, nodding in agreement.

“I think so too.”

“But everyone else finds this painting disgusting.”

He sighed softly, almost pitying those who couldn’t see its worth.

“I’ll hang it at the yard entrance. Anyone who sees this disgusting thing will stay away.”

“That way, it won’t bother me or Yi Yi.”

Song Chuyi screamed inwardly: No way! Absolutely not!

Let a gust of wind knock him into the painting! This can’t be hung up like this.

Maybe because Song Chuyi’s silent plea was too intense, a strong gust of wind swept through.

The doll suddenly toppled toward the painting in Ji Feng’s hand.

The shirt button scraped the painting, leaving a faint scratch.

At the same time, Ji Feng swiftly caught Yi Yi.

“Why’s the wind so strong?”

He muttered, setting Yi Yi down on a chair.

Then he turned and hung the painting by the entrance.

The painting still looked nauseating at first glance.

But the faint scratch disrupted the original lines, stripping it of its hypnotic power.

Once the painting was hung, Ji Feng went back to the yard.

He half-squatted down, his left hand holding Yi Yi's calf.

"Right now, it's just... the two of us."

He flashed a smile, dazzling and intense, more like a soul-snatching demon than a human.

"Yi Yi just threw himself into my arms, didn't he?"

"Such a good boy."

Song Chuyi was still shaken, struggling to calm his nerves.

Hearing Ji Feng's words, he wished he could twitch his lips in disbelief.

He only wanted to ruin that painting, not throw himself into anyone's arms, for heaven's sake!

But if Ji Feng misunderstood, maybe he'd actually make a move?

After all, he's so into him! He even threw himself into his arms.

But in the next moment, the man's smile vanished, his expression darkening.

"Would Yi Yi really throw himself into everyone's arms?"

"Would you just fall into someone else's arms like you did with me, just because the wind blows?"

Ji Feng sneered, "Yi Yi, you're quite the seducer, aren't you?"

Song Chuyi was speechless...

Alright, alright, picking on him because he can't talk back, huh?

Once he's human again, he'll show him what it really means to twist the truth and turn the tables!

Song Chuyi fumed silently as Ji Feng returned to the bedroom and fetched a tie.

The black tie was wrapped around Song Chuyi's wrist, accentuating the paleness of his skin.

"Let's mark Yi Yi first, shall we?"

"I've already ordered handcuffs; they'll be here this afternoon."

"Once the handcuffs arrive, we can cuff ourselves together."

As he spoke, a thrilled smile spread across his face.

His cold, pale face flushed with an unusual blush, and his long, disheveled hair lent a touch of madness to his already decadent aura.

Song Chuyi was at a loss for words...

Alright, alright, losing it, are we?