Wen Jin said he wanted to give him a surprise, but in the blink of an eye he arranged for Jin Chen to leave first. His trusted butler personally took him through a secret door to an underground house in the manor.The decoration is unexpectedly simple, with a few modern oil paintings hanging on the walls and vibrant green plants in the corners.The butler pushed open the door of the monitoring room, and the screen showed the real-time image of the banquet hall.Jinchen saw the garden he had just left, and the scene switched to the main hall. The champagne tower was crowded with people, and Young Master Wen was talking loudly with a glass of wine in his hand."The master said you would like this." The butler handed over a cup of warm black tea.Jinchen had just taken a sip when the sound of glass breaking suddenly came from the screen.The champagne tower collapsed with a loud bang, and the flying fragments cut Jin Tong's neck. He staggered back, covering the wound and knocking over the candlestick.The candle flames spread along the carpet, shocking several daughters and causing them to scream and step back."Oh my God! Call an ambulance!""What's going on? Why did the wine tower suddenly collapse?"The scene was in chaos. Jinchen saw Gu Xi being scratched by glass again, and Wen Sanshao being scalded and knocked down by a guest who was leaving in a hurry.Aunt Wen came hurriedly and with a grim face ordered the servants to clean up the mess.After a while, Wen Jin stood in the corner of the banquet hall and raised his glass to the camera.I'll let you vent your anger. Wen Jin opened his thin lips slightly."An interesting surprise." Jinchen said, and drank the whole cup of black tea happily.As expected of my wife."The young master said that you are invited to stay here for two days." The butler put away the empty teacup, "The room is ready."Jin Chen was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Teach... Wen Jin, why don't you come over?"Has it progressed to the small dark room stage so quickly?At least the heart rate is higher.The butler didn't say much and took Jinchen into the room at the end of the corridor.The room is not big, but it is decorated very warmly. There is an open picture album on the bedside table.During these two days, Jinchen adapted very well. When he couldn't get along with Wen Jin, he would sleep or draw. In short, he didn't show any intention of leaving.Two days later, Jinchen stood in front of the French window, leisurely watching the sycamore tree outside the manor swaying in the morning light.The butler knocked on the door and came in, handing over a set of neatly ironed white shirts: "The master said that you should go to the studio and wait."When Jinchen saw the clothes, he knew what to do.He chuckled, turned around and followed the butler to the other side of the underground house.The floor-to-ceiling windows of the basement studio were covered with thick linen curtains, letting in only a few scattered rays of morning light.Jinchen looked up and saw Wen Jin standing barefoot on the thick carpet, his trouser legs dragging over his feet, and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his pale and thin forearms.He leaned against the easel, holding a paintbrush stained with ultramarine in his hand, his eyes falling on Jinchen who had just entered the room through frameless lenses.Wen Jin took off his glasses and threw them on the sofa, then walked towards him, pinching his chin and looking at him, "You are still beautiful."Jinchen squinted sleepily, "Who else are you looking at?""No." Wen Jin chuckled, pressing his thumb on his lower lip to make it even redder. "You've lived here for two days, aren't you scared?""Not afraid.""How was the surprise?" Wen Jin asked again, not missing any of Jinchen's micro-expressions.Jinchen praised sincerely: "The professor's work is indeed brilliant.""This is just the beginning." Wen Jin was satisfied with Jin Chen's answer and took him to the sofa.Jinchen lazily lay on the sofa, his cheek sunk into the pillow: "Sleepy."Whose canary has to go to work so early in the morning?He took off his shirt, raised his hand and pulled the blanket over his waist and abdomen, revealing his naked back. "If you want to draw, just draw. Don't disturb my sleep."Wen Jin dipped the white paint into the palette and mixed the colors. When the tip of the brush touched Jin Chen's shoulder blade, he saw him shudder slightly: "Cold.""Bear with it." Wen Jin stroked his spine with his fingertips and circled the back of his neck.The paintbrush moves over the skin, and the paint gradually warms up with body temperature.Wen Jin's gaze fell on the light pink color that appeared on the back of Jin Chen's neck, and his breathing unconsciously became lighter. The morning light shines through the gaps in the curtains onto the well-proportioned muscles of the young man's back. The paint and skin blend together in the warm light, like an unfinished oil painting.Jinchen's breathing gradually became steady, but Wen Jin suddenly put down his paintbrush, an idea coming to his mind.He leaned closer, brushed his fingertips over the other's slightly open lips, and suddenly reached out to gently cover Jinchen's nose, counting the seconds silently in his mind.Jinchen frowned in his sleep, his cheeks gradually turned red, and the skin on his collarbone also became damp.He struggled unconsciously until his breathing was completely blocked, then he suddenly woke up, turned over and pressed Wen Jin into the sofa, with an instant of oppression."What?"Wen Jin looked up at him, lying in the paint stains on the sofa, laughing so hard that his chest shook: "The red on Xiaochen is still better."Jinchen bent his knees and pressed between his legs, pinching his waist, "I thought you were going to murder me."Wen Jin grabbed the back of his neck and pressed it down, his breath swept over his ear and he blew gently, "Xiaochen, I want to try a different color."Under Jinchen's gaze, Wen Jin suddenly bit his fingertips, and a drop of blood dotted his heart, creating a glaring red.Jinchen: "..."The last drop of blood from the fingertips fell on Jinchen's lips. Wen Jin did not allow him to lick it off, but slowly spread it evenly with his fingertips, as if he was coloring the finest jade.Once he got a treasure, Wen Jin became even crazier about art than when he was young, and he wished he could leave all the colors of the world on Jinchen.Sometimes the addiction becomes uncontrollable and I want to cut his skin with the sharpest dagger to watch the most dazzling red flow on his skin and mix with the pigment.But he only has this one living Xiaochen, so Wen Jin can only be cautious and suppress all his thoughts."It's so beautiful." There was even some obsession in Wen Jin's eyes.He had never been so satisfied with his work.With her fingertips stained with blood, she touched her lips again, motioning Jinchen to kiss her.Jinchen still felt sticky when he spoke, "No, it will smell bloody, I don't like it."He lowered his head and pressed the bloody lips on Wen Jin's collarbone. He kissed him several times before licking the corner of his lips and kissing him.[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 27! 】-“I probably can’t go abroad.”After calming down the crazy Wen Jin, Jinchen picked him up and held him in his arms, allowing Wen Jin to continue trying out colors on his hands.After hearing Wen Jin's proposal to go abroad, Jin Chen thought about his schedule and said, "I'm going to participate in an oil painting competition in two days, and I'll be there for seven days."It happened to coincide with the day when Wen Jin went abroad to discuss business.Wen Jin paused in applying paint, sighed softly, wiped his hands clean, and touched Jinchen's hair."Xiaochen, seven days."Since I met him, we have never been apart for such a long time.Jinchen hummed, "You can see the color of my body through the video, haven't you tried it?"Just as the party was over, on the night he was locked up.That was indeed what Wen Jin thought when he learned that he was going on a business trip."That's just a rainy day. I'm going to take you there.""The oil painting competition is very important. I'll wait for you to come back, okay?"Jinchen kissed Wen Jin's face.But most of the time, Wen Jin still indulged Jinchen, not to mention that Jinchen clearly expressed that the oil painting competition was very important."The wings have hardened." Wen Jin said"You taught me." Jinchen shifted the blame without any reason.Wen Jin was pressed against the back of the sofa by him, with his shirt buttons unbuttoned, "Yes, I taught you too well."He pinched Jinchen's face and said, "Now you don't even listen to the professor."Jinchen bit his Adam's apple and said innocently, "Do you want to teach me a lesson?"Wen Jin let him torment him indulgently, the broken skin at the corners of his lips flushed bright red."never mind."He pushed aside the sweaty hair on Jinchen's forehead and kissed her hair: "Wait for me to come back."