This confrontation was destined to be fruitless. Jinchen wanted to pretend to be innocent, and even Wen Jin couldn't notice it.He simply let go of his hand and leaned on Jinchen, resting his forehead on his shoulder."Nothing, just hold me and draw."Jin Chen was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "In this kind of weather, you still want to use me as a heater?"Wen Jin closed his eyes and said lazily, "Well, you are warm."Jinchen had no choice but to hold Wen Jin's waist with one hand, pick up the paintbrush with the other hand, dip it in paint and start painting on the canvas.Wen Jin leaned in his arms, his breathing gradually becoming steady, like a lazy leopard cat.The studio was so quiet that the only sounds left were the rustling of the brush on the canvas and the two people's interlocking breathing.Jinchen lowered his head to look at Wen Jin's pale profile, moving very gently for fear of waking the person in his arms.Wen Jin's body temperature, which seemed to have no temperature, gradually warmed up, and his breathing became long, as if he had really fallen asleep.But just after half an hour, Wen Jin opened his eyes exactly as he wanted. His eyes were clear and the last trace of fatigue disappeared as he looked at the painting.Beautiful painting, very spiritual.This so-called "spirituality" is something he has never had. He cannot even distinguish subtle colors, so how can he be said to have innate spirituality.Wen Jin suddenly glanced sideways and looked at the mixed paints again, thinking of the cinnabar red left on Jinchen's body in the academy.He casually picked up the paintbrush and held it above Jinchen's forearm. Cobalt blue paint dripped from the tip of the brush, creating a rich color on the boy's wrist bone.Jinchen tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, and suddenly saw Wen Jin using his fingers to smear light white paint over the blue. When his fingertips rubbed it, the paint seeped into the skin texture along the blue veins."do not move."Wen Jin's knees were resting between Jin Chen's legs, and his black silk shirt slipped off his shoulders, revealing his sunken clavicle.He was completely unaware, immersed in this interweaving of colors.Jinchen lowered his eyes and looked for a few times, then really obediently stopped moving.Wen Jin dipped the paint into emerald green and dotted Jinchen's elbows, where veins were gleaming. The paint glowed under the heat of his body, like a brightly colored oil painting of the human body.The more interest in his eyes grew, the faster the brush moved on his arm, layering the paint in brilliant colors that were almost blinding.Until there was no place left to paint on his arms, even his shoulders were stained with paint, but the combination of colors was unexpectedly harmonious, just like a god in a medieval oil painting."Are you finished painting?" Jinchen's voice was a little helpless, but still gentle.Wen Jin put down his paintbrush, his eyes lingered on Jin Chen's arm for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Not enough."As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Jinchen to the easel, dipped his fingertips in the paint, and applied it directly on his face.The moment the cold paint touched her cheek, Jinchen slightly closed her peach blossom eyes and her eyelashes trembled.Wen Jin's fingertips wandered across his face, leaving behind streaks of bright colors, like some kind of secret ritual."Wait a minute..." Jinchen felt something was not right and tried to stop it.Wen Jin's fingers stopped at his lips, his eyes deep."Don't talk." His voice was low and contained a hint of command.The end of the paintbrush in his hand stabbed Jinchen's chest hard, and the paint flowed down his clothes. "You just need to make a qualified canvas."Jinchen: "..."have to.Anyway, you will be charged interest later.Jinchen lowered his eyes and watched Wen Jin's hair swaying with his movements. Suddenly, he bent his fingertips and rubbed them behind the other's ears, as if showing weakness. "It's a little itchy, be gentle."Wen Jin felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck and turned his head away, his paintbrush drawing a messy line at the corner of Jin Chen's eye."Ah."When Wen Jin finally stopped writing, Jinchen's white clothes had already lost their original color.Wen Jin suddenly pushed the easel away and pushed Jinchen onto the floor full of waste paper manuscripts that he had not had time to clean up.The light from the top window shone obliquely on Jinchen's body, and Wen Jin's breathing stagnated.The young man lay on his back on the floor covered with waste manuscript papers, his white shirt soaked with various colors of paint, like an overturned palette.But this is a living, breathing person.Wen Jin thought almost crazily that all the beauty that was invisible when he was mixing the liquid was now boiling and surging on Jin Chen's skin.Jinchen transferred the color on his hands to Wen Jin, staining his sleeves."Would you like to draw another signature?" He even suggested this, not showing any anger at all.Wen Jin suddenly grabbed his wrist. The paint felt a little sticky at body temperature and flowed out through the lines between his fingers.All those colors seemed to rush into his brain, burn through his blood vessels into his heart, and burn Wen Jin's fingertips so much that they trembled.[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 12! 】"Your heart is beating so fast." Jinchen's palm suddenly pressed against his chest, and the paint left colorful handprints on the silk fabric.Jinchen's voice was a little teasing, and he tilted his head slightly. The paint on his neck glowed delicately under the light, like a silent invitation.Just when Wen Jin was bewitched and moved closer, Jin Chen suddenly pulled him back, turned over and pressed him under him.The condescending gaze was reversed, and Jinchen's nose tip was only a hair's breadth away from Wen Jin.And all the paint on his body naturally stained Wen Jin's expensive shirt.Ambiguity spreads.This is a very dangerous posture for Wen Jin, as it is equivalent to exposing himself to the threat of being strangled at any time.Jinchen lowered his head and pressed his forehead against his."Professor, smell...Jin."The drawn-out tone is low and gorgeous, close to the ear."As a qualified canvas, can I ask for some reward?"The next moment, the paint spatula was pressed against the back of Jinchen's neck. Wen Jin hugged him, his eyes curved, and he whispered like a lover, "Okay, whatever you want."Jinchen felt the danger behind him, but instead of retreating, he moved closer behind Wen Jin's ear with his warm breath, but the corners of his lips just brushed against him, without even leaving a decent kiss.That's it.Wen Jin frowned slightly, and when he felt Jin Chen trying to get up, he skillfully turned over and pushed him down.Their positions reversed again."What do you want?" Wen Jin asked again in a hoarse voice, pressing his finger on Jinchen's Adam's apple and slowly applying force.But it seems obvious who wants it.Jinchen laughed out loud in the suffocating shackles, and his paint-stained hands stroked the back of Wen Jin's neck, finally stopping at his waist."I don't know." Even at this time, Jinchen still did not panic and feel unable to control himself as Wen Jin expected.He just said in the most ambiguous tone: "You should teach me, professor..."The tail sound was swallowed into the throat.Wen Jin was ultimately defeated, seduced by the rich colors and majestic vitality, or perhaps he was simply seduced by this person.Even this kiss was almost tearing, plundering, and controlling.[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 17! 】