Chapter 255: The Overwhelming Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter’s Physical Doll (18)

Chapter 255: The Overwhelming Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter's Physical Doll (18)

After several rounds of ordeals, Song Chuyi finally understood.

This highly durable body was not for him, but for Ji Feng!

No matter how exhausted he was the night before, he could bounce back the next day, completely free of fatigue or any marks on his body.

Every time Ji Feng noticed this, he would pull him into moments of intimacy.

This man didn't seem to care about overexerting his own body.

Perhaps he wanted to build abs, or perhaps his body simply couldn't keep up with Song Chuyi's recovery speed.

In any case, Ji Feng finally started eating meat!

Finally, it wasn't just him alone enjoying meat at home.

This made Song Chuyi overjoyed, and he dragged Ji Feng into feasting with him.

Ji Feng was deeply content with his current life, as if he had finally found someone who truly resonated with him.

Yi Yi understood his joys and sorrows.

Yi Yi knew all his ugliness, sins, and desires inside out.

He thought Yi Yi would sink with him into the mundane world of desires.

Until one autumn day, Ji Feng had to step out due to investment matters.

Ji Feng had already made up his mind to sell all his stocks and close the accounts.

The money he had now was more than enough to live a comfortable life with Yi Yi, and he didn't want to be too busy with work to neglect Yi Yi, hence this decision.

Since his personal presence was required, Ji Feng had to make the trip.

This was the first time they had been apart since they got together, and as soon as he left the courtyard, Ji Feng wanted to return.

But thinking about the happy life ahead with Yi Yi, he forced himself to suppress his longing.

After a busy morning, Ji Feng finally made it back to the courtyard before noon.

The courtyard gate stood wide open, and as soon as he got out of the car, he saw the young man standing under the osmanthus tree in the corner of the courtyard.

The young man was dressed in a white shirt with loose jeans underneath, covering his straight and slender legs.

He was gazing up at the osmanthus tree, his face lit with a bright, gentle smile.

The young man was fully covered, showing no trace of shyness.

For a moment, Ji Feng felt as though his breath had stopped.

Complex emotions surged in his heart—compassion, desire, tenderness...

These complex emotions overwhelmed him, driving him to walk towards Yi Yi.

Halfway there, he suddenly stopped.

Song Chuyi heard the footsteps and turned his head to look at him.

"You're home~"

"Mm," Ji Feng responded softly, his gaze lingering on Song Chuyi, his expression a bit dazed.

He had always thought that Yi Yi had sunk down with him, that they were both drowning in desire, unable to break free.

But now, it dawned on him that the only one truly sinking was him.

And his Yi Yi was gently pulling him up.

Ji Feng reached out, longing to touch Yi Yi's cheek.

But his hand hovered mid-air, trembling slightly before withdrawing.

His large hand hung by his side, fingertips quivering slightly.

He remembered a line he had read in a book long ago:

"Love is the hand that reaches out but then pulls back."

He wanted to claim him, by force, with the cage of desire.

Yet he was filled with fear, afraid of hurting him, terrified that he might leave because of it.

Ji Feng stood still, frozen in place.

Song Chuyi noticed his hesitation and showed a puzzled expression.

"Why don't you come here?"

He waved him over, "Come here quickly."

Hearing his words, Ji Feng took a step forward, moving closer.

As he approached, Song Chuyi took his hand and smiled brightly.

"You're tall, help me gather some osmanthus flowers."

"I want to bake osmanthus cakes tonight~"

"Come on, hurry~"

Ji Feng's large hand was held in his palm, and his unsteady heart seemed to be caught and pulled down, landing beside him.

All of a sudden, Ji Feng laughed.

He lifted Song Chuyi up and hoisted him onto his shoulders.

His large hands held him steady, "Yi Yi, pick them."

Song Chuyi murmured softly, "I'll pick them then. The osmanthus cakes made from the flowers I pick will definitely taste better~"

Ji Feng laughed softly, "Yi Yi's picks are the best."

Even though he was still touching his skin, those lingering desires were gone.

The desire still existed, but it was no longer triggered at every moment.

Ji Feng thought, perhaps this is what love is.

Love is restraint, tolerance, and the ability to soften even when overwhelmed by surging desires, all because of the other person.

It can manifest as a tangible, high-intensity attack or as a gentle lift in this moment.

Ji Feng gazed up at Song Chuyi, his eyes brimming with tenderness and adoration.

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Since *The Young Man* made a sudden appearance, the artist "JF" has become a sensation.

Everyone eagerly awaits the monthly artworks.

The first month's offering was the bold and possessive *Meteor*, while the second month's was the subtly thrilling *Courtyard*.

Every time "JF" releases a new piece, it causes a sensation.

People are captivated by it, willingly opening their wallets and indulging in the carnal desires the artwork evokes.

The research institute found that while people's emotional awareness has increased significantly, most of it is driven by lust rather than love.

This has plunged the research institute into a dilemma.

Of course, they want people's emotional awareness to rise, but if the masses are controlled and driven by lust, society will still descend into chaos.

Humans ruled by primal desires are indistinguishable from beasts.

To tackle this issue, the institute convened numerous meetings, marked by heated debates.

In the end, they split into two factions: one supporting the continued distribution of the artworks, arguing that even if it leads to corruption, people are happy.

People live to be happy, so what does it matter if they become corrupted?

The other faction believes the spread of the artworks must be halted, as corrupted humans are no better than animals, and it would be preferable for the masses to become emotionless.

The two factions are embroiled in an endless dispute, with neither side able to sway the other.

In the meeting room, this was yet another round of endless arguments.

Song Tianhua quietly shrank to the side, not daring to join the battle among the higher-ups.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his hand.

He opened it, his pupils dilating instantly as he abruptly stood up.

The chair behind him screeched against the floor, momentarily halting the higher-ups' battle.

Everyone turned to look at Song Tianhua.

Song Tianhua swallowed hard, saying nothing, and simply operated his phone to project the screen.

Soon, the latest artwork bearing the signature "JF" appeared on the screen.

Beneath the osmanthus tree, a young man in a white shirt gazed tenderly.

Everyone gazed at the painting in hushed silence.

They sensed something that had never been present in the previous artworks.

It was... a tender love.

It was the love they had always longed for but could never perceive.

It was the intense yet accepting love the artist had for the young man depicted in the painting.

After a long silence, someone finally spoke:

"I don’t think we need to argue anymore."

This painting alone is enough to change our current predicament.