Chapter 2813 The Substitute Was Forcibly Taken by the Bandit's Wife 18

Ling Gun Gun bounced out and watched with great interest beside Gu Fanghe. But after watching for a while, it bounced back onto Jin Chen's shoulder and poked his cheek.

[Host, something seems... off.]

Jin Chen replied lazily, "Hmm?"

Ling Gun Gun muttered softly, "[The drawing by the Supreme God... doesn't quite resemble you as you are now.]"

Jin Chen's gaze narrowed slightly.

He put down his teacup, stood up, and walked towards the painting table.

Gu Fanghe was engrossed in his calligraphy when he saw him approaching. He looked up and smiled, "What's wrong? Tired of sitting?"

Jin Chen looked at the spread-out Xuan paper.

The painting is mostly finished: moonlight, pond reflection, and a person sitting by the stone.

Jin Chen only looked at the face of the person in the painting, which resembled his current appearance, but it was not him.

Jinchen: "..."

My heart aches, and I'm so angry.

“Gu Fanghe,” Jin Chen gently lifted his chin, her tone ambiguous yet dangerous, “who are you drawing?”

"Take a close look. How much does the person in this portrait resemble me?"

Aside from moments of infatuation and absent-mindedness, Jin Chen rarely exudes such a dangerous aura.

Gu Fanghe was taken aback by his question and looked at the drawing paper again.

He was completely absorbed in his work, feeling that what he was drawing was Jin Chen, the young man who filled his heart.

When Jin Chen asked him this question, he focused his attention and a strange sense of bewilderment suddenly arose in his mind.

Similar, but not similar.

The figure in the painting clearly resembled Jin Chen, yet there were subtle differences, making him wonder if he had mistaken her for someone else due to the hazy moonlight.

“It’s you…” Gu Fanghe frowned and looked at Jin Chen.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently stroke Jin Chen's cheek, the daze in his heart dissipating, "It's you."

Jin Chen was furious. She turned her head away from his hand, not allowing him to touch her. She took a half step back, crossed her arms, and looked coldly at him.

"Does the chief think that I, Jin, don't even know what I look like?"

These words are extremely harsh.

Gu Fanghe's hand froze in mid-air. Seeing Jin Chen's displeased expression, he quickly put down his brush, walked around the painting table, and tried to take Jin Chen's hand.

"Young master, don't be angry... Perhaps it's because I haven't written in a long time, and my skills and eyesight are rusty, so the drawing is out of shape... I'll fix it, I'll draw it again, okay?"

Jin Chen pulled the Xuan paper out from under the paperweight.

“Jin Chen…” Gu Fanghe’s heart tightened, and he wanted to stop him, but his outstretched hand stopped.

He had never felt so helpless. He had clearly wanted to please Jin Chen, but how had he managed to make things worse?

Jin Chen tore the portrait apart, and the fragments fell out.

Gu Fanghe pulled Jin Chen's hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand, then rubbed his lips against Jin Chen's fingertips. "It's my fault, I ruined the drawing."

He was genuinely starting to doubt himself.

When he was painting just now, he clearly felt that what he was drawing was what he was thinking. Could it be that his skills have become so rusty that he can't even draw the appearance of his beloved accurately?

Now look what's happened; I've lost all confidence in trying to appease people.

Jin Chen let him hold her hand, lowered her eyes, and after a long while, she raised her eyes and walked to the chair behind the painting table to sit down.

He turned slightly to the side, patted his leg, and gestured to Gu Fanghe.

Gu Fanghe was stunned for a moment, then sat on Jin Chen's lap as instructed.

"Redraw it." Jin Chen said succinctly, wrapping his arm around Gu Fanghe's waist and pulling him closer, resting his chin on Gu Fanghe's shoulder.

Gu Fanghe thought that this was the end of it, and a great weight was lifted from his heart. He quickly agreed, reached for a new sheet of Xuan paper, spread it out, picked up his brush again, composed himself, and prepared to start from the beginning.

However, just as he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and before he could even put it down, he felt a warm touch on the side of his neck.

Jin Chen's lips pressed against his, biting his earlobe and grinding them gently with her teeth.

Gu Fanghe's wrist trembled, and a small drop of ink dripped from the tip of his brush onto the rice paper.

"Focus on your drawing." Jin Chen's voice rang close to his ear, the warmth of his breath seeping into his ear.

At the same time, fingertips slipped inside the collar, tracing across the honey-colored chest, caressing the firm muscles, lightly caressing and gently scraping.

Gu Fanghe's breathing became labored. The hand that could once draw a bow and shoot an arrow from a hundred paces away was now only holding a light writing brush. Yet, with a few teasing touches from the person in his arms, he lost his composure.

He bit his tongue, trying to concentrate, but the nibbling, irritating kisses challenged his will in every way.

The pen tip moves, producing broken lines.

Under the moonlight, on the drawing paper, Gu Fanghe struggled to maintain his pen-holding posture, trying to depict the image of the person in his heart.

Inside her clothes, Jin Chen's fingertips did not stop, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and the kisses on her earlobe were also delicate and fragmented.

It's all about teasing, seduction, and an intimacy that makes your heart tremble.

This painting was exceptionally difficult to create and is fraught with ambiguity.

After finishing the last stroke, Gu Fanghe was already out of breath, and the figure in the painting finally became clear.

He dropped his pen; the fine jade penholder rolled onto the table, but he didn't care. He turned and kissed it.

This time, Jin Chen didn't dodge, letting him kiss her as his fingertips gently traced circles.

After a brief pause in the kiss, Gu Fanghe breathed slightly heavily.

Jin Chen touched Gu Fanghe's nose with her fingertip, then slid it to his lips and pressed it gently.

"Finished drawing?" he asked.

"Hmm." Gu Fanghe took his hand, kissed it again, glanced at the pile of shredded paper on the ground, still feeling a lingering fear, "Does this one look like it?"

Jin Chen was about to look at the painting when she first noticed the torn portrait on the ground.

Under the slanting moonlight, the eyes of the person in the painting were precisely visible on a large piece of scrap paper.

Due to the tearing of the paper and the soaking of ink, the eyes, which should have been painted with dark ink, revealed a faint moon-blue luster under the moonlight.

How come those eyes are...?

Jin Chen's eyes flickered, and he suddenly understood something.

This painting doesn't resemble him as he is now, nor does it quite resemble Ruan Shutong from the original story.

Could it be that the painting depicts his original appearance? It's just that the details are blurry, and he had a preconceived notion that it didn't look like him, which is why he didn't recognize it immediately.

But... how could Gu Fanghe remember?

He paused for a moment, somewhat bewildered.