Jinchen refused to be kept, and refused very straightforwardly.Wen Jin was just teasing him along the way, so he wasn't really angry.But after finishing the painting, Jinchen was still taken away.I don't know if Wen Jin did it on purpose to park the low-key and luxurious-looking car in front of the department gate. It was the afternoon break after school, and almost all the students passing by could see that this famous talent from their art academy not only got into the professor's private car, but also held an umbrella for the professor and opened the car door. It was simply too ambiguous.Wen Jin caught a glimpse of the cell phone camera taking secret photos under the shade of the tree, and the corners of his lips curved even deeper.While driving, the cedar scent of the car's fragrance filled the air.Seeing that the young man beside him was not at all uncomfortable, Wen Jin suddenly leaned over and pressed his right hand, his warm breath coming so close that it felt extremely aggressive."Are you not afraid that tomorrow there will be all the gossips you're afraid of?"Jin Chen calmly took out his phone, opened the chat history of the professional group, and handed it to Wen Jin: "Professor, take a look."The group was bustling with messages filling the screen one after another:The talented man is indeed hardworking and is secretly studying!Is Jinchen going to have some special treatment? I'm so envious!The professor is the tutor himself, this treatment is too good! Please leave some food for the mortals, big boss!Wen Jin glanced at the screen, his eyebrows slightly raised, "It seems that in their eyes, you are a diligent and good student."Jinchen took back the phone, and said with a hint of joking, "So, professor, don't worry about ruining my reputation."Wen Jin chuckled, tapped his thigh lightly with his fingertips, and his eyes fell on Jinchen's profile.In the dim carriage, the perfect outline was made softer by the twilight coming in through the window, but there was still a sense of coolness between the eyebrows."But you don't look like a good student now." Wen Jin teased.Upon hearing this, Jinchen turned his head to look at Wen Jin.He suddenly leaned closer, his breath almost touching Wen Jin's ear, and his voice was low and contained a hint of teasing."So what do you think I look like, Professor?"Wen Jin did not dodge, but turned his head slightly and met Jin Chen's eyes.The boy's breath was warm, which inexplicably made his heart beat faster.Wen Jin's fingertips gently stroked the back of Jin Chen's hand, and he said in a low voice: "Like a cunning cat, deliberately dangling in front of its owner, but making it impossible to catch it."Jinchen did not refute. She followed his movements and gently pressed her fingers into Wen Jin's palm.His fingertips were slightly cool, but the touch was so soft that I didn't want to let go."So do you want to catch me, or... indulge me?" Jinchen asked.Wen Jin's eyes darkened and his palms tightened slightly, completely wrapping around Jin Chen's fingers."What do you think?"The air in the car suddenly became thick, and the breathing of the two people intertwined, as if even time had slowed down.Jinchen's fingertips gently stroked Wen Jin's palm, his tone still calm, but with a subtle provocation."I think the professor seems to be enjoying it."Wen Jin's breathing stagnated slightly, and then he loosened his hand, "There is indeed no good student braver than you."He is so arrogant that no one dares to provoke him.But, it's really likable.-Wen Jin's studio is hidden on the top floor of an old-style villa. When you open the door, the rich smell of turpentine hits you in the face.The room was large, with all four walls covered with paintings. The various frames contained strange paintings with strong color impacts, like some kind of gorgeous and dangerous cage.In the center of the wall opposite the door, there is a huge painting that takes up the entire wall. A twisted angel has thorns piercing his throat and is crying.It is clear that he is determined to die, but upon closer inspection, he also has a kind of crazy spirit of risking his life in order to survive. An old-fashioned crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and the light sprinkled on the easel, casting messy shadows of paint tubes.Wen Jin was leaning against the door, with his shirt sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing his thin wrist bones.Two buttons of his shirt collar were loose, his collarbone was faintly visible, and his whole body looked like a messy painting, revealing a certain unruly decadence.His figure was tall but thin, like a bamboo blown by the wind, yet he had a fierce aura and looked at Jinchen lazily with eyes.Jinchen was led in and stood in the center of the studio. His aura was clean and clear, like a white bird that had strayed into a cage.He looked around, his eyes lingering on the paintings on the wall for a moment, "Professor's studio is indeed as special as you are."it's beautiful.Wen Jin's fingertips slid across the edge of the easel: "Finish your homework here."His tone was nonchalant, but his eyes were fixed on Jinchen.Even he himself couldn't figure it out.It was clear that his original intention was to take Jinchen to Mei Ye for some fun, but he changed his mind temporarily, only because his uncontrollable possessive desire once again reminded him of Huo Chu's coveting that night.Jinchen was not restrained and walked to the easel. The table was full of paint tubes, and the colorful labels looked particularly dazzling under the light.It’s a good opportunity, Jinchen thought.After returning home these few days, he kept thinking that Wen Jin's attitude when they first met was a little too strange, and it was not entirely true to say that it was love at first sight.After reviewing everything, Jinchen came to a somewhat absurd conclusion.And today we can verify it.Jinchen sat down next to the easel, and under the pretext of mixing colors, he reached out to mess up the paint tubes, deliberately letting some roll to the ground, and then began to paint.Wen Jin was sitting next to him, without wearing glasses, and his eyes did not shift at all, and the look he cast on Jin Chen was even a little greedy.After a while, Jinchen turned to look at Wen Jin: "Professor, can you get me another blue one?"Wen Jin's gaze fell on the paint tube, and an imperceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.He often refuses to wear glasses when painting, and his assistant usually sorts and arranges each color label.But it had just been disrupted by Jinchen, and a lot of labels had fallen off, leaving the floor all black and gray.Wen Jin walked over, bent down and picked up a paint tube, but withdrew his hand the moment his fingertips touched the label and pushed the whole basket of new paint in front of Jin Chen."Use whatever you want, it's all yours."Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Professor is really generous, these paints are not cheap."Some single tubes are so scarce that they are hard to come by, let alone collect a complete set.Wen Jin did not comment, but his eyes never left Jin Chen's hand.Jinchen picked up two tubes of similar blue from the basket. The moment the paint spun between his fingertips, Wen Jin's pupils shrank slightly, and he finally saw the color clearly.The two tubes of blue showed different colors in Jinchen's hands, one was cobalt blue like the deep sea, and the other was Prussian blue with a gray tone."Professor, which one do you think I should use in this painting?" Jin Chen held up two tubes of paint and looked straight at Wen Jin.Wen Jin's eyes darkened instantly, and he suddenly reached out to grab one of the pens, grabbed Jin Chen's wrist, and pressed him onto the easel.The easel shook, and several paint tubes rolled to the ground, making crisp sounds."What are you testing?" Wen Jin's voice was low, with an ambiguous and dangerous tone.Jinchen took advantage of the situation and held his waist, his fingertips feeling the cool body temperature through his shirt.He looked up at Wen Jin with an innocent look in his eyes: "What test? What is the professor talking about?"Wen Jin's breathing stagnated slightly. The warmth from the young man's body came through his fingertips, like a warm fire, which made him want to get closer.