Chapter 252: The Inner World of a Mad Painter’s Living Doll is Overflowing (15)

Chapter 252: The Inner World of a Mad Painter's Living Doll is Overflowing (15)

The moment Ji Feng kissed Song Chuyi, he felt satisfied.

This was what he desired.

His large hand grasped Song Chuyi's slender waist, pulling him onto his lap.

As he often did, he bit his own lip, letting the metallic taste of blood seep into Song Chuyi's mouth.

Song Chuyi blinked softly.

A car sounded outside, followed by a series of footsteps.

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up with excitement, and he pushed Ji Feng away.

"My food is here!"

He sprang to his feet and rushed to the door.

Ji Feng watched his retreating figure, his lips flushed with a vivid, alluring color.

He chuckled softly.

"A lively Yi Yi is definitely better."

Even when pushed away, Yi Yi had a reaction.

Not an inanimate doll to be played with, but a spirited young man who would fight back and push him away.

Ji Feng clutched his chest, where his heart was beating rapidly, as if it might burst from his chest.

At the entrance of the yard, subordinates were busy carrying items.

They had a vague sense that the person before them wasn’t their boss, but the boss had always forbidden them from looking up at him.

So, every time they came, they kept their heads down, not daring to look up, and for a moment, they couldn’t be sure who the person in front of them really was.

The men carried the items, uneasy but not daring to question.

Song Chuyi watched as boxes were carried into the yard, his mouth watering in anticipation.

He could already catch the scent of fried chicken!

As soon as the subordinates left, Song Chuyi dove into the box of fried chicken.

"My fried chicken, Papa’s here! Hahaha!"

Ji Feng, who had been helping to unpack the boxes, suddenly caught the word "Papa."

In that moment, he froze.

"Yi Yi," Ji Feng's voice was hoarse, "I..."

Song Chuyi was busy eating the fried chicken and vaguely heard something but didn’t pay much attention.

He glanced over, seeing Ji Feng seemed unaffected, and continued to eat the fried chicken and drink the milk tea with gusto.

The crispy fried chicken crumbled at the first bite, and a pink tongue quickly darted out, scooping up the golden crumbs.

Even though it was just a normal way of eating fried chicken, to Ji Feng, it seemed like a deliberate attempt to seduce him.

The corners of Ji Feng's mouth slowly turned down.

Yi Yi is acting up again.

He knows I can't resist.

Yi Yi is such a tease.

Ji Feng pressed his lips together and stood up, approaching Song Chuyi.

"Yi Yi, stop teasing me," he said in a low voice.

Song Chuyi: ???

"Huh?"

He was confused.

"When did I tease you?"

He can speak now!

If Ji Feng keeps talking nonsense, he'll... he'll really tease him!

Ji Feng's eyes lingered on Song Chuyi's lips, his eyes growing more resentful.

"At this very moment."

Song Chuyi looked at the fried chicken and milk tea in his hands, took a big bite, and his expression turned stern.

"Are you saying that I'm seducing you like this right now?"

His hands were oily, and his expression was stern—how could that possibly be seductive?

Ji Feng's expression became even more resentful.

He looked down and said, "Yi Yi, look."

Song Chuyi followed his gaze and fell silent.

In less than two seconds, he turned his head away, his ears turning bright red.

"You... stop being naughty," he muttered, taking another big bite of the fried chicken.

After finishing, he turned his head to look at Ji Feng.

Ji Feng was half-bowed, his bangs covering his eyebrows, making it hard to see the emotions in his eyes.

He sat there quietly, appearing calm.

But his unusual reaction revealed his inner turmoil.

Song Chuyi looked at him, stood up to wash his hands, and then returned to his side.

He bent down and poked Ji Feng's shoulder.

"Wanna head to the bedroom?"

Ji Feng's head snapped up, his eyes wide with a mix of shock, excitement, and joy.

"Yes!"

He blurted out, and before Song Chuyi had a chance to react, he hugged him.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

If Ji Feng had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now.

Once inside the bedroom, Ji Feng carried Song Chuyi and eagerly laid him down on the bed.

Song Chuyi tilted his head slightly, looking up at him, his fingertips brushing lightly against Ji Feng's chest.

His pinkish fingertips pressed lightly against his chest, and a smile danced in his eyes.

"Feel like kissing me?"

His neck tilted slightly, revealing its fair, slender curve.

"Seems like something's missing here."

Ji Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice rough with desire.

As if under his spell, Ji Feng leaned in.

He kissed him—once, then again.

Ji Feng's every move was guided by Song Chuyi's fingertips.

Once their passion was mutual, it was all his.

He was lost in desire, utterly content and happy.

"Yi Yi."

A soft murmur escaped his lips.

"I'm crazy about you."

He poured his heart out.

"I love you so much."

Vivid colors exploded in his eyes, as if he saw the most beautiful painting unfolding before him.

He trembled with excitement and surrendered to it.

"Here."

Yi Yi's soft voice sounded, and Ji Feng lowered his head, using his "brush" to paint it with passion.

Yi Yi.

His Yi Yi.

After some playful wrestling, Song Chuyi lazily yawned.

"This is what seduction looks like."

He said with a smile, extending his index finger and waving it in front of Ji Feng.

"This is just one way to seduce."

Ji Feng held him in his arms and kissed his reddened eye corner.

"Yi Yi, I'll help you bathe."

"Hmm." Song Chuyi responded softly, "This is enough for a week."

Ji Feng's eyes panicked, "A... a week's worth?"

He paused on his way to the bathroom.

"Yi Yi, maybe we can skip the bath for now."

He carried the person back to the bed.

"I think we can still manage."

Song Chuyi chuckled; he knew Ji Feng would say that.

Given how well the man had performed today, he gave a soft hum of agreement.

Another wave of passion swept over them.

Late into the night, Ji Feng helped Song Chuyi bathe and changed the bed sheets.

He held him close, still somewhat in a daze.

He was still reeling from what had happened today.

His Yi Yi was truly his now.

He could spend forever with Yi Yi.

"Yi Yi." Ji Feng nuzzled into Song Chuyi's neck, "Will you stay with me forever, Yi Yi?"

Song Chuyi yawned lazily, "Yes."

A slight smile curled his lips, just about to say something, but then he noticed that the marks that once adorned Yi Yi's neck had vanished.

His pupils shrank, and he gently opened Yi Yi's pajamas to check.

They were gone. Every single one.

Those tokens of his fervor, proof of his madness, had all disappeared.

Ji Feng's eyes slowly filled with a deep red hue.

"They're gone."

His voice cracked with hoarseness.

"Yi Yi, they're all gone."

His voice trembled with unshed tears.