Chapter 247: The Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter’s Real Doll is Overflowing (10)

Chapter 247: The Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter's Real Doll is Overflowing (10)

Song Chuyi wanted to close his eyes immediately, afraid he might see something that would give him a stye.

But at that moment, Ji Feng was staring straight at him, and he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. He could only watch helplessly as Ji Feng unbuckled his belt.

The belt snapped against his body.

It stung a little, making his lips quiver slightly.

Ji Feng grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open.

The cold, hard belt pressed against his tongue.

The black belt, with its cold metallic sheen, pressed against his pink tongue, as if testing its strength.

Song Chuyi had no choice but to keep his mouth open, his eyes darting slightly.

Was Ji Feng about to do something unimaginable?

He couldn't be that twisted, could he?

Just as Song Chuyi was thinking this, Ji Feng chuckled softly.

"So cute."

He pushed his head, forcing Yi Yi to look at the painting.

"Yi Yi would look adorable with this expression."

Song Chuyi: ...

Cute or not, it's definitely going to be humiliating!

Ji Feng leaned down, his chin resting on Yi Yi's shoulder.

He also looked at the painting, a flicker of disgust crossing his eyes.

"Still garbage, though."

He reached out and ripped the painting from the canvas, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the nearby trash can.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips near Yi Yi's delicate Adam's apple.

Impulsively, he leaned in and bit it.

"Do you think Yi Yi would like my paintings?"

He whispered.

"Would you hate my paintings like everyone else?"

Song Chuyi genuinely liked Ji Feng's paintings, especially these two latest character portraits.

Even without a storyline to support them, these two vibrant and boldly expressive character paintings could still stir up a lot of excitement.

Ji Feng had the talent to be worshipped as a god; he just hadn't found his true calling yet.

Song Chuyi sighed inwardly, wondering when Ji Feng would find that he was actually very suitable for small () comics.

While he was lost in thought, Ji Feng bit his shoulder.

"Yi Yi, don't hate me."

A voice tinged with humble pleading sounded.

"Don't hate me."

He lowered his head, his long hair cascading down like a demon emerging from hell.

The demon had caught his light, pretending to be pitiful, dragging him down.

Once a demon, one is blind to the human world.

So even if he had to pretend to be pitiful and miserable, he would drag Yi Yi into his own hell.

Ji Feng pressed Yi Yi's head and gave a light tap.

His face showed a hint of obsession, "I knew Yi Yi was the best."

He kissed the spot he had just bitten, his heart racing.

"Yi Yi is so good, you'll definitely help me, right?"

Ji Feng looked up at Yi Yi, his light brown eyes filled with madness.

"How odd."

He murmured.

"Even though Yi Yi is fake, I've developed inappropriate feelings for you."

"No, no, Yi Yi is real!"

He burst into wild laughter.

"This world is fake."

"Only my Yi Yi is real, only Yi Yi is real, haha!"

He laughed wildly, tears seemingly gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Song Chuyi thought: ...

He's gone mad! This guy has completely lost it!

Darn it!

This guy is just bullying him because he can't move!

Song Chuyi's lips quivered slightly, anxious about his future.

Ji Feng could have so much fun with a doll that couldn't move.

He couldn't even imagine how insane Ji Feng would be if he became human.

Suddenly... he wasn't so eager to become human after all.

So what if it's a bit boring? So what if I can't enjoy human delicacies?

He can handle it! He definitely can handle it!

After taking a few deep breaths, Ji Feng pulled Yi Yi into a tight hug.

"I really like Yi Yi."

"Like."

Song Chuyi: ... (speechless)

Thanks, but I'm already corrupted.

Besides painting and cooking, Ji Feng spends his days hugging him or changing his clothes, with little else to do.

Even his work is done in one go each week, leaving him with plenty of free time.

With so much free time, Ji Feng has plenty of opportunities to come up with new ways to play.

Even though it's just a companion doll, Ji Feng has pushed its use to the limit.

Except for crossing that final, perverted line, Ji Feng has tried just about everything.

Song Chuyi suddenly felt lucky that he couldn't move.

Given the moves Ji Feng was thinking of, his old back wouldn't be able to take it.

Song Chuyi thought Ji Feng would either get bored or they'd just coexist peacefully.

To his surprise, half a month later, a guest showed up at the small courtyard.

When the guest arrived, Ji Feng was in the middle of massaging Yi Yi.

He had Yi Yi lying on a mat in the yard, sitting on his calves while massaging his thighs.

The courtyard door creaked open slightly, and the person, clearly familiar with Ji Feng, walked in without knocking.

When he saw Ji Feng sitting on a doll's legs, he was taken aback.

"Ji Feng, what are you doing?"

Ji Feng glanced up at him, "Song Tianhua, if you value your life, get lost."

Song Tianhua raised his hands in surrender, "No, no, no, I'm here on serious business."

He cleared his throat, "The painting competition is coming up. Have you finished your entry?"

"No," Ji Feng replied, standing up, picking up Yi Yi, and sitting on a nearby chair, with Yi Yi beside him.

Song Tianhua's eyes widened in surprise, "You're not planning to enter this time?"

Ji Feng remained silent.

His gaze lingered on Yi Yi, his eyes darkening.

Noticing his silence, Song Tianhua seemed to guess his thoughts and sighed.

"If you'd lived a few centuries ago, you'd have been a renowned painter, celebrated by all, but alas..."

What he said was really odd, making Song Chuyi glance at Song Tianhua.

Luckily, Song Tianhua didn’t notice the realistic doll and just continued:

"I was at the research institute the other day, and they said that in this emotional survey, the public’s emotional sensitivity has decreased to 30%."

"If things keep going this way, people will become more and more indifferent, and we might see a lot of extreme events."

Ji Feng finally spoke up at this point.

"That’s not my problem."

Song Tianhua stepped forward, looking a bit frantic.

"Ji, out of everyone I know, you’re the most emotionally sensitive. If you could paint people, you could really help bring back people’s emotional sensitivity."

Song Chuyi grew more confused as he listened. What does emotional sensitivity even mean? How does something like that fit into this regular, everyday modern society?

He quickly looked through the background info Xiaotong had sent him and finally spotted the bit about emotional sensitivity tucked away in a corner.