The manor welcomed the humidity of the rainy season.The continuous rainy season has made the manor more damp.Jinchen stood in the studio, the paintbrush in his hand suspended in mid-air, not falling for a long time.His gaze passed over the canvas and fell on the jacaranda tree outside the window that was wet by the rain. The petals swayed in the wind, as if bent by the rain.The implementation of the plan discussed with the psychologist went much more smoothly than he had imagined.Because Wen Jin has already taken the step of "materializing" the shackles on his body.Wen Jin began to restrict his freedom, and he was never able to leave the manor again.Wen Jin's desire for control has become stronger during this period of time, and his every move must be within sight.The studio door was locked, the windows were reinforced, and even mobile phone signals were blocked.He even had to review every painting personally, as if the paints and lines contained some secrets that he could not control.Then it's time for him to take the next step.Jinchen was thinking, his eyes looked out the window, then dropped down again inadvertently.Looking very, very, very lost.There is a camera outside the window, along with Wen Jin's computer far away in the group's office.The gaze that was staring at the surveillance camera felt a little sad and gently stroked the screen."Master Jin, it's time for lunch." The butler's voice sounded outside the door, interrupting Jinchen's thoughts.He put down his paintbrush and turned toward the door, only to find it was still locked.Jinchen frowned and raised his hand to knock on the door: "Open the door."There was silence outside the door for a moment, and then the butler's voice sounded again."The master has instructed that you can only eat in the studio today."Jinchen: "..."Jinchen coughed lightly and tapped the door panel lightly with his fingertips. When he looked up again, impatience flashed in his eyes.He turned and walked back to the easel, picked up the paintbrush, and drew a dark mark on the canvas.The paint flows down the canvas like mud washed out by rain.When lunch was brought in, Jinchen was sitting by the window with a cup of cold coffee in his hand.The food on the plate was exquisite and rich, but it left him with no appetite.He looked up at the servant who was delivering the meal and asked calmly, "Where's Wen Jin?"The servant lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eyes."My dear, he is still handling some matters at the group and cannot make it back. I ask you to continue painting after you finish your meal."Jinchen sneered, put the coffee cup heavily on the table, and turned to face the camera."I can't leave this studio until he comes back?"very angry!The person on the other side of the screen was breathing lighter, feeling a little overwhelmed.The servant didn't dare to respond and hurried out.Jinchen stood up, walked to the easel, picked up the paintbrush, but hesitated to put it down.He looked out the window again. The jacaranda trees were still swaying in the rain, as if mocking his predicament.[Oh, okay, the Lord God has cut off the surveillance, today's scene ends here~]Ling Gungun also shouted "click" in a very solemn manner.Jinchen closed the window with a snap.Apart from anything else, it's quite cold with the window open.-In the evening, Jinchen received an internal call from the old housekeeper. Wen Jin returned home and came to the studio first. Jinchen hid the canvas and replaced it with the one he was painting during the day. He supported his face with one hand and looked out the window at the rainy day.Wen Jin finally appeared at the door of the studio.There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes. He pushed open the door, his gaze fell on Jinchen, and his eyes instantly lit up."Xiaochen, how's the painting going?"Jinchen didn't look back."As you wish, every stroke is under your control."Wen Jin walked behind him and his eyes fell on the canvas.The jacaranda trees in the painting are swaying in the rain, and their petals are knocked off by the rain like feathers blown by the wind.Wen Jin's fingertips gently stroked the canvas and whispered, "Well painted."Jinchen finally turned around and looked at him."Wen Jin, what do you want?"Wen Jin's gaze remained on the canvas, as if he hadn't heard his question.He rubbed his fingertips over the paint on the canvas and whispered, "I just want you to stay with me."Jinchen frowned even more tightly, observing Wen Jin's condition carefully, and tentatively continued to refute."I'm already by your side, but you're restricting my freedom."Wen Jin finally raised his head and his eyes fell on Jinchen's face.There were complex emotions flashing in his eyes, like long-suppressed possessiveness and uneasiness."I'm afraid you'll leave me."Jinchen didn't expect Wen Jin to express his inner fear so bluntly.He took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Jin's wrist, and continued to guide, "I won't leave you, but you can't restrict me like this."Wen Jin's fingertips trembled. He held Jin Chen's hand with his backhand, his eyes bright and his possessiveness almost overflowing.He was helpless, and still had a slight sense of grievance, "But you always want to go out recently, I don't understand...Xiaochen, you are not as obedient as before."“Why can’t you just stay home?”Jinchen's brows relaxed and he sighed softly."I just wanted to go back to school to pick up some things or go check it out.""Wen Jin, I am not your prisoner."There was a flash of struggle in Wen Jin's eyes. His fingertips gently stroked Jin Chen's cheek, then fell to his neck, stroking it like a ghost who wanted to cut out his heart.He hugged Jinchen from behind, his moist breath swept across his earlobes, and his pupils could only see the color of Jinchen's body.So obsessed."No, Xiaochen, don't go."“…Wen Jin.”"Once you leave, you'll never come back."When Jinchen turned around, Wen Jin rested his forehead on his violently heaving chest and kissed the teeth marks left by last night."Isn't it okay to just leave it like this, Xiaochen... I love you, please don't be disobedient, okay."[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 76! 】Jinchen took a deep breath.Can't be convinced.No wonder even psychiatrists can’t figure it out.Then... let’s talk about it tomorrow.The breath mixed with pine resin filled every corner of the studio.The scratches left by Wen Jin on Jin Chen's back were all damp and bloody.The surveillance cameras had been turned off long ago, leaving only the messy drawings in the room recording this out-of-control entanglement.