Chapter 245: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter’s Doll (8)

Chapter 245: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter's Doll (8)

Song Chuyi tried hard not to blink his eyes, otherwise Ji Feng might think he had seen a ghost.

He was really worried about the villain's actions.

At this moment, Ji Feng licked the corner of Yi Yi's eye, the heat and moisture hitting him at the same time, almost making Song Chuyi blink.

Fortunately, he managed to hold it together.

"Yi Yi, you're so cute."

Ji Feng chuckled softly.

"It's been so hot lately, Yi Yi, let's skip the pajamas tonight."

Ji Feng took off his pajamas and hugged Yi Yi to his chest.

"It's not good for Yi Yi to keep wearing my clothes. I'll have someone send over some new clothes tomorrow."

"What kind of clothes does Yi Yi like to wear?"

He murmured.

"Forget it, let's just have a variety sent over."

He gently patted the back of the one in his arms, feeling the softness, a smile flickered in his eyes.

"Alright, it's time to rest now."

He leaned down and gently brushed Yi Yi's earlobe.

"Good night, my love."

Song Chuyi sighed in relief. After a long day, Ji Feng was finally going to sleep.

Ji Feng slept soundly, and he could use the time to watch TV dramas with Xiaotong.

And he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

It couldn't be more satisfying for Song Chuyi!

Song Chuyi silently urged Ji Feng to fall asleep.

But after a while, Ji Feng still wasn't asleep.

Song Chuyi: ...

Are you going to sleep already or not!

Ji Feng hugged him, his body warm, his head nuzzling into his neck, muttering something.

"Tomorrow, I'll change Yi Yi's clothes."

"I wonder what kind of clothes Yi Yi will like, will it match my taste?"

"It must match my taste, right?"

Ji Feng muttered, lightly licking Yi Yi's collarbone.

Song Chuyi: ...

Even though he had just taken a bath, he still felt a bit grimy!

If he weren’t immobilized, Song Chuyi would’ve covered Ji Feng’s mouth in a heartbeat.

Luckily, after a quick lick, Ji Feng hugged him and dozed off.

Song Chuyi let out a sigh of relief and quickly headed off to binge dramas with Xiaotong.

The long night was perfect for a drama marathon!

In the dimly lit darkness, Ji Feng had a nightmare.

In his dream, he stood on a high podium, surrounded by darkness below.

Everyone’s eyes were on him, but no one truly saw him.

Despite being the first-place winner, all eyes were on the runner-up.

They praised him for capturing the soul, a profound and heart-stirring masterpiece.

They worshipped him as a new god, while trampling the champion’s work underfoot.

They criticized and reported him, leading the organizers to strip him of his title.

In the dream, Ji Feng stared coldly into the darkness below.

These people adored the soul in the painting—a lifelike, mesmerizing portrait that outshone even photographs.

They loved it passionately, as if the figure in the painting were their one true love.

And the artist behind their beloved was worshipped like a god.

Ji Feng had known this for a while and had no expectations for these clueless crowds.

All he wanted was to reclaim his title and get the recognition he deserved.

After all, he was meant to be the champion, right?

Even with portrait painting, he’d still come out on top.

As this thought crossed his mind, the dream shattered and collapsed in an instant.

Ji Feng’s lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes.

The sky outside was dimly lit, and the thick fog blurred the distant mountains, making them hard to see.

Ji Feng pulled Yi Yi closer, softly patting his back.

"Did you have a nightmare, Yi Yi?"

"Don’t worry, it was just a dream."

Song Chuyi had already snapped out of it by the time Ji Feng woke up.

Now, hearing Ji Feng’s words, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

Had Ji Feng had a nightmare?

No wonder his brows were furrowed all night while he slept.

I wonder what kind of nightmare Ji Feng was having.

As he was guessing, Ji Feng leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Yi Yi, don’t worry, I’ll help you win the championship that’s rightfully yours."

Song Chuyi: Huh???

What championship are you talking about?

There are competitions for realistic dolls? Seriously?

That’s quite something.

But if there were a no-sleep competition, he’d definitely win.

As Song Chuyi was lost in thought, Ji Feng suddenly pinned him down.

Ji Feng grabbed his left calf, bending it and pressing it against his thigh.

He propped Song Chuyi’s right calf on his shoulder.

The position was awkward and humiliating.

Song Chuyi: Wait, what the hell is this guy doing?

Ji Feng looked down at Yi Yi, completely under his control, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Yi Yi’s being so good today."

"Let me give you a little reward."

He kissed him, biting and nibbling at his lips as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Luckily, the doll’s material was high-quality, so even with Ji Feng’s strength, he couldn’t bite through the lips.

When he realized he couldn’t bite through Yi Yi’s lips, Ji Feng bit his own instead.

The metallic taste of blood filled the air.

Ji Feng tangled with him, as if forcing the blood deep into Yi Yi’s throat.

The blood trickled down Song Chuyi’s throat, seeping into his body.

A few seconds later, Song Chuyi realized his mouth could move again.

But the first thing he felt was the sharp pain in his mouth.

Ji Feng, that bastard, bit way too hard!

After the kiss, Ji Feng released Yi Yi, looking thoroughly satisfied.

"Yi Yi, how does my blood taste?"

"You must really like my blood, don’t you, Yi Yi?"

His fingertips brushed Yi Yi’s lips, leaving a bright, crimson stain on the pink flesh.

"Now that you’ve drunk my blood, we’re bound together."

Yi Yi is his, inside and out, completely his.

Ji Feng's fingers traced a path from Song Chuyi's lips down to his throat.

His fingers paused at the abs, and he let out a soft chuckle.

"Are Yi Yi's guts tucked away in here?"

"I’d love to take a peek."

"Even Yi Yi’s insides must be a sight to behold."

Song Chuyi’s lips quivered ever so slightly.

Ji Feng, that madman! He’s not seriously thinking of slicing him open, is he?

Starting with his abs, no less!

He’d put in so much effort for those chiseled abs.

Ji Feng let out a soft sigh, his voice laced with regret.

"But cutting him open would leave scars on Yi Yi."

With reluctance, he averted his eyes and gently lowered Yi Yi’s legs.

"Alright, let’s get up and grab some food."

He helped Yi Yi into his clothes and hugged him as they stood.

The kitchen was filled with smoke and the sizzle of oil as he cooked. Ji Feng hesitated, not wanting to get Yi Yi all greasy.

So he settled for whipping up a fruit salad instead.

Song Chuyi’s lips twitched as he watched Ji Feng reach for yet another plate of greens.

Ji Feng, absorbed in his breakfast, missed the subtle twitch of Yi Yi’s lips.

With just one apple slice left, Ji Feng glanced at Yi Yi and chuckled.

"Does Yi Yi have a thing for apples?"

He speared the apple with a fork and held it up to Yi Yi’s lips.

Song Chuyi’s mind went blank: ...

If it were a juicy chicken leg, he might’ve caved and taken a bite.

But it’s just an apple slice—no way he’d give himself away!