Chapter 253: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter’s Realistic Doll (16)

Chapter 253: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter's Realistic Doll (16)

Song Chuyi glanced down at his body.

Sure enough, all those marks were gone.

Not only that, his waist wasn’t sore at all, and his body didn’t hurt in the slightest!

Is this what a high-tech realistic doll can do?

This is incredible!

He wouldn’t have to worry about being too sore to get out of bed after a wild night!

Song Chuyi couldn’t help but smile brightly, his face lighting up with joy. But to Ji Feng, it seemed like a sign that he disliked the marks he had left.

Ji Feng’s eyes reddened, looking like he might burst into tears any moment.

"Does Yi Yi really despise me that much?"

He muttered, lowering his head to nip at Song Chuyi’s shoulder.

Song Chuyi winced and let out a small yelp.

"Not at all!"

He quickly explained.

"I just think this body is amazing, haha, my waist doesn’t hurt at all."

As he spoke, he grabbed Ji Feng’s hand and pressed it against his abs.

"And look at these abs! This body is incredible!"

He spoke with excitement, but Ji Feng took it the wrong way.

"Your waist isn’t sore?"

He slowly raised his head to look at Yi Yi.

The young man’s bright smile was dazzling, captivating, and irresistible.

Dark desires began to surface.

He pressed his hand against Yi Yi’s abs, his voice trembling slightly but his tone firm and unyielding.

"Since your waist isn’t sore, how about I leave a few marks on you?"

If they’ve faded, I’ll just put them back.

Song Chuyi thought: ...

I shouldn’t have mentioned my waist wasn’t sore.

But Ji Feng didn’t give him a chance to explain, his lips crashing down on Song Chuyi’s shoulder as another round of passion began.

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The National Painting Competition concluded with "The Young Man" dominating by a significant margin.

The organizers invited Ji Feng to the award ceremony, but he turned them down.

In the past, he would always attend, eager to win the championship and see the crowd's adoring eyes.

But now, he only wanted to leave his mark on Yi Yi.

This damn high-tech material meant any marks would vanish without a trace within a day.

If he kissed even a little less, the marks would fade.

Going to the award ceremony would take at least two days, and he just didn’t have the time.

Ji Feng's refusal came as a surprise to everyone.

The painting contest, being the most prestigious event in the country, was a major spectacle.

Even just being nominated was enough to bring glory to one's family, yet Ji Feng, who had won the championship, was unwilling to attend the ceremony.

This only deepened the public's impression of Ji Feng.

It made sense for someone who could paint a "wife" to stay out of the spotlight.

He must be busy sketching new outfits for their "wives"!

Without any explanation from the organizers, the public had already found a reason for Ji Feng.

So, this year's painting contest ended in a mix of excitement and quiet.

The original painting of "Young Man" was even collected by the National Museum, with only a thousand people allowed to view it from over three meters away each day.

Once overlooked, the museum now required tickets to be booked a month in advance after "Young Man" went on display.

The waitlist for tickets stretched two years out, which was no exaggeration.

This turn of events was a win-win for everyone involved, and even Song Tianhua was praised several times by his teacher.

Finally, Song Tianhua was entrusted with an important task: to urge Ji Feng to submit his paintings in the future!

Traditionally, the annual winner had to submit one painting every month.

Naturally, the painter kept all the earnings from the paintings.

In the past, although Ji Feng had won championships, he had been painting landscapes.

He was especially good at it, often turning in a year's worth of paintings in the first month.

But this time was different—it was a portrait, and Ji Feng wasn’t great at those, so Song Tianhua's teacher kept reminding him to stay on top of Ji Feng.

Song Tianhua waited at home for a week, texting Ji Feng several times, but got no clear reply.

He had no choice but to show up in person.

Unlike the once spacious and bright courtyard, the originally large yard was now cluttered with various items.

Barbecue grills, stoves, and even a sealing machine were scattered around.

The air was thick with the smell of meat, like sizzling pork belly on the grill.

Song Tianhua swallowed hard.

He recalled that Ji Feng was strictly vegetarian, so what was the smell of meat in the air?

"Huh?"

A strange voice broke the silence.

Song Tianhua instinctively turned towards the voice and saw an extremely handsome young man holding a skewer of barbecue, looking at him with confusion.

Song Tianhua snapped to attention, like a soldier under inspection.

Just then, the young man spoke up.

"Are you here to see Ji Feng?"

Song Tianhua snapped back to reality and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I'm here to see Mr. Ji."

"He's barbecuing," Song Chuyi said, glancing towards the kitchen. "What do you need from him?"

Song Tianhua nearly choked on his words when he heard this.

Barbecuing... meat?

Was this the same grilling he was familiar with?

He couldn't imagine the hands that held a paintbrush now holding skewers.

For a moment, Song Tianhua looked bewildered, and he murmured, "I came to ask Mr. Ji when he can submit a new painting."

Song Chuyi nodded upon hearing this, "Just hang on a sec."

After saying this, he went into the kitchen.

Less than a minute later, he reappeared.

Following him was a man, unmistakably Ji Feng.

But Song Tianhua couldn't reconcile the image of the man in an apron, holding two skewers, with the Ji Feng he knew.

He instinctively glanced up at the sky.

It was broad daylight, so he couldn't be dreaming, could he?

"Mr. Ji?" Song Tianhua hesitantly called out.

Ji Feng gave him a brief glance and replied indifferently, "Yeah."

He passed the skewers to Song Chuyi, his eyes lingering on the exposed wrist, and he pursed his lips.

Song Chuyi, following his gaze, casually offered his wrist.

"Bite."

Ji Feng bent his head, his lips brushing against Song Chuyi's slender wrist, leaving a faint red mark.

Song Tianhua, standing across from them, stared in disbelief.

After just half a month, had Ji Feng turned to cannibalism?

Ji Feng soon let go, his eyes lingering on the mark with a satisfied glint.

He finally gave Song Tianhua a quick look.

"What do you want?"

Song Tianhua explained why he was there.

Ji Feng frowned after hearing him out.

"I’m not turning it in."

Song Tianhua’s vision blurred, and he nearly passed out.

Those were the words he feared the most.

Not turn it in? How’s he supposed to face his teacher without it?!

With a thud, Song Tianhua dropped to his knees, desperate.

"Brother Ji, Mr. Ji, Grandpa Ji, you’ve got to turn it in!"

Song Chuyi was startled and instinctively moved closer to Ji Feng.

Ji Feng casually pulled Song Chuyi into his arms, wrapping an arm around his waist.

At the same time, he said, "No inspiration. Not turning it in."

Song Tianhua: It’s over. He’s going to get chewed out by his teacher when he gets back.