Chapter 251: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter’s Real Doll (14)

Chapter 251: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter's Real Doll (14)

Song Chuyi reached out and ruffled Ji Feng's hair.

"Alright, it's settled."

He released his grip on Ji Feng's collar and squatted down to look him in the eye.

"What did I just tell you not to do?"

Ji Feng stared blankly at Song Chuyi and repeated, "You can't go outside without clothes."

"And you can't just wander into dangerous places."

Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"

Ji Feng put on an innocent look. "What else?"

Song Chuyi: ...

"Stop playing dumb!" He poked Ji Feng's chest. "And you can't be thinking about naughty stuff all the time!"

Ji Feng's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he grasped Song Chuyi's wrist.

The warmth from Song Chuyi's palm snapped him out of his daze.

He pursed his lips and murmured, "Can't think about naughty stuff all the time."

He added slowly, "What about in the morning, at noon, and at night?"

"If it's at specific times, it's not all the time, right?"

Song Chuyi: ...

"Absolutely not!"

Song Chuyi jabbed his chest.

"Only if I say so."

Ji Feng pursed his lips, his eyes darkening slightly.

Song Chuyi cleared his throat and pulled him up.

"Let's head back right now."

"We'll talk more when we get back."

Ji Feng murmured a low "Hmm," letting Song Chuyi lead him towards the courtyard.

The familiar path stretched out before Ji Feng, and as if thinking of something, his brows gradually furrowed.

How does Yi Yi know how to get back to the courtyard?

Could it be... that Yi Yi has had memories from the very beginning?

Does he remember everything I did to him?

Ji Feng's steps suddenly halted.

Song Chuyi glanced back at him, "What's wrong?"

Ji Feng shook his head gently, his face looking even paler than before.

Yi Yi must have seen and remembered the dirty things he had done to him.

Those filthy, disgusting things.

Ji Feng's body trembled a little. He lowered his head, too afraid to look at Yi Yi.

Song Chuyi bent down, peering up at him.

"What's really going on with you?"

"Why aren't you walking?"

Ji Feng's lips moved as if he were saying something.

Song Chuyi looked puzzled.

He patted Ji Feng's shoulder and said, "Speak up."

"I've just become human; my hearing isn't great."

Hearing this, Ji Feng quickly responded, "Okay, I'll speak up."

He raised his voice and gripped Song Chuyi's hand tightly.

"Do you know what I've been doing to you all this time?"

It was fine not to bring it up, but once mentioned, Song Chuyi couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

"You still have the nerve to bring it up."

He pulled him close and started to complain.

"You don't even have abs; how dare you be so indulgent?"

He guided Ji Feng's hand to feel his own abs.

"Feel that?"

"I've got a six-pack!"

Ji Feng stared blankly at Song Chuyi, clearly not expecting such a reaction.

He really didn't have abs.

He had never specifically trained his core, so it was normal not to have abs.

"I can train," Ji Feng said softly. "I may not have abs, but I've got strong hands."

After all, he needed strong hands to hold a paintbrush for intense painting sessions.

Song Chuyi wouldn't listen to these excuses; no abs meant no abs, and he didn't care about hand strength!

Could hands really make him feel good? Hmph, he didn't buy it!

Song Chuyi snorted lightly, "I don't care, you just don't have abs."

He ran his hand over his abs with satisfaction, "I’ve got a six-pack, you know."

Ji Feng looked at the young man, a soft smile playing in his eyes, a deep tenderness welling up in his gaze.

"Yeah, Yi Yi’s got abs."

"That’s awesome."

He grabbed his hand, "Yi Yi’s incredible."

"I love it."

Song Chuyi let out a satisfied snort.

"Alright, let’s head home."

"I’m starving."

"You don’t know how tough it is watching you munch on greens every day."

"Can you get your guys to send over some meat?"

"Like, fried chicken, cola, barbecue, hotpot—the works."

…………

He kept rambling on without a break.

But Ji Feng wasn’t annoyed; he just felt happy.

Even though Yi Yi didn’t say it outright, he’d already shown it in other ways.

He knew everything that had gone down recently.

But he didn’t push him aside or leave him.

That meant... Yi Yi was into it.

He also liked it when he kissed him, touched him, and even went further.

Ji Feng let a slow smile spread across his face.

So Yi Yi was into it.

He gripped Song Chuyi’s hand tightly as they headed back to the courtyard.

At Song Chuyi’s insistence, Ji Feng called his guys, asking them to send more meat over.

Even though his guys were surprised, they agreed without hesitation.

When Song Chuyi heard the call, he got super excited and started circling around him.

"Did you tell them to bring the barbecue?"

Ji Feng put away his phone, his gaze following Song Chuyi.

"Yes."

"What about fried chicken?" "I made sure they’re bringing it."

"What about milk tea and cola?"

"I brought them all."

...

After asking, Song Chuyi still wasn't satisfied and pressed further.

Ji Feng didn’t mind and answered each question earnestly.

Two hours later, Song Chuyi started to get antsy.

"Why isn't it here yet?"

He grabbed Ji Feng's hand and placed it on his abs.

"Look, my abs are gonna vanish if I don't eat soon."

They were seriously about to disappear!

Ji Feng actually took his time feeling them, his expression serious.

After a full minute, he finally said, "They're a bit gone."

Song Chuyi: ...

Does it really take that long to feel abs?

He had a sneaking suspicion Ji Feng was taking advantage of him!

He flopped down next to Ji Feng, "When's it gonna get here? I'm starving."

He naturally rested his head on Ji Feng's shoulder.

"Soon," Ji Feng reassured, offering his wrist to Song Chuyi, "If Yi Yi's hungry, you can have a bite of me first."

Song Chuyi's face twitched, "I don't eat people, you weirdo."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Ji Feng's eyes.

If only Yi Yi could eat him, his flesh and blood would become part of him, nourishing him from within.

Beneath Ji Feng's calm demeanor lurked a touch of madness.

He tried to coax Yi Yi.

"I'm super clean."

"I mostly eat veggies, so I don't smell bad."

"Yi Yi, just a little taste, okay?"

Song Chuyi was speechless.

He looked up at him and felt his forehead.

"No way!"

He felt he needed to set the record straight.

"Ji Feng, you mean the world to me."

His expression was both serious and intense.

"So you must never hurt yourself for any reason, got it?"

Ji Feng felt a faint itch rising in his Adam's apple.

He couldn't quite put into words what that feeling was.

All he knew was that he wanted to kiss him right then and there.

Ji Feng thought it, and he acted on it.