Chapter 2197 You are my only color 1
The dusk is quiet.
The manor seemed quieter than usual.
Jinchen turned on the locator again on the way home, and now he always felt like someone was following him closely.
He pretended not to notice anything.
In the studio where Jinchen often stayed, Wen Jin stared at the red dot without blinking from the moment he saw it reappear until it got closer and closer.
It’s just a stone’s throw away, just a door away.
Wen Jin heard the sound of the studio door opening.
He raised his eyes slowly, his nails almost digging into the flesh, his eyes were resentful and stubborn.
Click.
The studio door was pushed open, and the light from the corridor came in, casting a corner of warm colors at the entrance.
It seemed as if this cold and gloomy studio had regained color with Jinchen's return.
The same is true for Wen Jin's world.
Ke Wenjin just sat by the window, staring at Jinchen without blinking.
His shoulders were soaked by the rain, and the damp mist seemed to engulf him.
It was raining outside the window and the atmosphere in the house was cold and gloomy.
"Smell the ashes."
Jinchen called softly, walked towards him, and squatted beside him, "I'm back."
A coaxing tone sounded in Wen Jin's ears.
"Come and hug me."
Wen Jin curled up his stiff knuckles and suddenly leaned over to hug Jin Chen tightly.
At the moment of hugging, Jinchen noticed that Wen Jin's body was almost cold. He looked up at the open window, and his heart tightened and ached slightly.
"Wen Jin..."
The unspoken words were sealed by Wen Jin's kiss.
Just like a drowning person clinging to a single piece of driftwood, Wen Jin's eyes were filled with sorrow and he pressed his cold lips against Jin Chen's.
Fierce entanglement, unrestrained pursuit.
For a moment, Jinchen almost wanted to give up.
Why bother.
Wen Jin just wanted him and didn't want to be separated.
He could just accept it all and stick with it. What could he not do?
But as soon as this thought came out, Jinchen suppressed it.
He thought of the paintings that Wen Jin had drawn when he was young in the warehouse. They implied hope and the implication that even in darkness, one would still yearn for beauty.
Wen Jin could have had those.
Instead of staying in the dark forever.
Jinchen took a deep breath, placed his palm on Wen Jin's back, and rubbed it gently.
By the time the kiss was over, the last bit of air was squeezed out.
Wen Jincai held Jinchen's face with trembling hands, and his voice was unusually hoarse when he spoke.
"...Xiaochen."
"You're back."
Jinchen hummed softly and looked into his eyes, "I'm back."
"why."
Wen Jin didn't know whether he was asking Jinchen or himself. He lowered his eyes to look at Jinchen's beautiful features, "You didn't leave. You could have left..."
But Wen Jin knew that if Jinchen really didn't come back, he would do whatever it takes to find Jinchen.
But this is different.
Jinchen took the initiative to come back to him.
"I love you." Jinchen said, raising his hand to rub the wet corners of his eyes.
"So I didn't run away. I just did my own thing for a short while and then came back to you."
Wen Jin was silent for a while.
Jinchen unbuttoned his collar again, and let Wen Jin's fingers touch his collarbone, "Does it look good?"
Wen Jin was stunned, staring at the colorful lines of irises blooming on his collarbone. The edges of the skin were slightly red, making them even more vivid and charming.
"……nice."
This is the color he painted last night.
Only on Jinchen's body could he see the most precise and beautiful color, and now that color remained permanently on Jinchen's skin.
Even though it will become blurry after many years, it is enough.
A spontaneous sense of satisfaction filled Wen Jin's heart, which was incomparable to anything else.
Wen Jin's eyes were sore. He pulled Jinchen to his side and kissed the mark with fascination.
The newly tattooed skin was sensitive. The moment Jinchen's lips touched, his breathing became heavier. He tilted his head back and pressed on the back of Wen Jin's neck.
[The villain's darkening value is detected -6, totaling 60! 】
When Wen Jin's emotions calmed down a little, Jin Chen noticed that there seemed to be a few more paintings next to the drawing board.
Wen Jin followed his gaze, her thick eyelashes hiding the light in her eyes.
"Want to see it?" he asked.
"Look." Jin Chen responded decisively, and said with a smile: "Professor's masterpiece, of course I want to see it."
The atmosphere thus became less depressing.
It was Wen Jin imitating the painting left by Jin Chen.
This is Jinchen in Wen Jin’s eyes.
Jinchen had painted many portraits of each other and Wen Jin.
This is the first time he appeared in Wen Jin's painting.
Unlike the scary tones that have become our habit over the years, the Jinchen in this painting looks like a god, possessing both divinity and charm, with warm tones.
In this painting, Jinchen saw what the old dean had said, the spirituality that belonged uniquely to Wen Jin.
"Xiaochen."
Jin Chen came back to his senses and looked sideways at Wen Jin, "Hmm?"
Wen Jin hugged him from behind, gently stroked Jin Chen's heart, and buried his head in his neck, as if returning to his previous gentleness and indulgence.
"I'm trying to give you freedom, you can't leave me, okay?"
"Okay." Jin Chen finally smiled somewhat relaxedly and kissed the corner of his lips, "I didn't break my promise today, did I? Professor Wen, you should trust me a little more."
After being separated for a day, Wen Jin wished they could have a more intimate contact, to have their skins touch each other with warmth, to wantonly kiss the pulse beating beneath their skin, to have their breaths intertwined, to cling to each other till death, wishing their bones and flesh could merge.
Wen Jin placed the paintings casually on the shelf and kissed Jin Chen's hot neck, not hiding his thirst and desire for him at all.
But at this moment, Jinchen had to call him professor over and over again in his ear.
Use the most innocent tone, as if discussing serious academic matters in the classroom.
Wen Jin sighed lightly, thinking that Jin Chen was really naughty, but he really couldn't bear to get angry with him.
"Xiaochen," he panted softly, coming back to his senses when he was pinching Jinchen's neck unconsciously, and stroking his waist intimately, "Be a good child who listens to the professor."
Wen Jin's beautiful face was filled with an ambiguous, strange and rich color, her eyelashes were drooping wetly, and the corners of her eyes were red.
"You don't kiss me, do you not want to or..."
No.
Wen Jin expressed his meaning with his eyes.
Jinchen: "..."
Very good, provocation works.
The body temperature that had been soaked by the continuous rain finally warmed up.
[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 91! 】
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After the test showed initial success, Jinchen gave Wen Jin a few days to adapt and never suggested leaving again.
Wen Jin's vigilance gradually relaxed and he was very satisfied with the current situation.
At least his Xiaochen will no longer get angry and disobey for no reason, giving him a headache.
But this peace lasted only five days.
This morning.
While having breakfast, Jinchen suggested going out again.
Wen Jin: “…”
The coffee in Wen Jin's hand suddenly lost its fragrance.
"What are you going to do?" Wen Jin pinched his brows, trying to make his question calm and peaceful, and poured a cup of hot soy milk for Jin Chen who was sitting down.
Jinchen drank some soy milk and explained seriously: "I said before that I wanted to hold an art exhibition. Didn't you help me contact the partner? I will meet with him today to discuss the details."
"I can help you solve it," Wen Jin tried to persuade him, slowing down his tone, "Xiaochen, don't worry about it, I will help you."
Jinchen put down the soy milk cup and just looked at Wen Jin quietly, with grievance gradually revealed in his eyes.
