If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi wanted to put his hands on his hips and laugh arrogantly, but he could only move his eyes and stared at Ji Feng as he got up and went to the kitchen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ji Feng washing dishes.

Even washing dishes is a pleasure for an elegant artist.

Song Chuyi sighed in his heart and moved his glasses.

It feels so good to be able to mobilize your body!

Shortly after lunch, the handcuffs were delivered by courier.

Ji Feng opened the package, took out the pink handcuffs, and shook them.

"Yiyi, isn't it cute?"

The handcuffs are also packed with soft sponge to prevent scratches.

There are also two cat ears standing on the outside. At first glance, they don’t look like handcuffs, but like some cute toys.

Hmm... Love toys can also be considered toys, right?

Ji Feng opened the handcuffs and cuffed one end to his right wrist and the other end to his left wrist.

After being handcuffed, he picked up the two keys given by the merchant and threw them out.

"No key required."

There was a smile on his lips.

"Is that what Yiyi thinks too?"

Song Chuyi rolled his eyes angrily.

Come to think of it, he wants to eat meat.

Ji Feng let out a soft sigh, moved closer, and opened Yiyi's eyelids.

"Did Yiyi just roll his eyes?"

The fingertips pressed on the end of Yiyi's eyes, and then quickly let go.

"Don't roll your eyes."

"It's not polite."

After a pause, he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, if it's one by one."

"Rolling your eyes is cute, I can accept that."

Song Chuyi:...

Ji Feng was very close to him, and he didn't dare to move rashly, lest the man go crazy and pluck out his eyes.

Ji Feng observed for a while, and when he saw that Yiyi had stopped rolling his eyes, he praised:

"Yiyi is great."

"What a good, obedient boy."

Ji Feng was in a good mood, and the handcuffs cuffed together gave him a sense of security.

His Yiyi will never leave his sight again, nor will he seduce other people.

One will seduce him.

Just thinking about it made Ji Feng's blood boil.

He seemed to have an idea and suddenly stood up hugging Yi Yi.

After taking a few long strides into the studio, Ji Feng placed Yi Yi beside him, picked up the brush in his right hand, and quickly painted something on the white paper.

When inspiration came to him, he drew very quickly. Once he sketched a few lines that seemed out of place, he turned into a slender and beautiful boy.

Soon, the drawing paper was stained with bright red.

The beautiful young man was wearing a white shirt, but there was bright red blood on his chest.

The neckline is slightly open, revealing the slender neck, which is fragile and easily broken.

Behind him was a thick and surging blood mist, which seemed to be chasing him, but also seemed to be playing with him.

A big hand stretched out from the blood mist and restrained the young man's thin waist, as if he would be dragged into the blood mist in the next second.

Song Chuyi looked slightly startled from the side.

He had to admit that Ji Feng's use of color was indeed bold. After all, no one would paint characters with such a strong and terrifying color background.

It almost occupies the entire drawing paper.

On the entire drawing, only the collar of the boy's shirt is white, while the rest is blood red.

There are rich black and red, and there are also light and light red.

The white collar that has not yet been dyed red is slightly opened, revealing a little bit of light red on the delicate collarbone.

It is obviously a very strange and even terrifying picture, but because of this little bit of light red, it adds a bit of flamboyant desire.

It is as if the young man in the painting is seducing the viewer.

He seemed to be saying: Save me, save me, I am yours.

The only regret was that the boy's eyes were deliberately dull.

But despite the flaws, it still looks great!

Song Chuyi looked at this painting and couldn't help but sigh to Xiao Tong in his mind:

[Who said Ji Feng can’t draw characters? 】

[Isn’t this a pretty good painting? At first glance, it looks like Xiao()manga style. 】

Xiaotong: [Host, what is Xiao()man? 】

Song Chuyi: [People from small system families, don’t ask random questions. 】

He retracted his thoughts and looked at Ji Feng.

Ji Feng put down his brush and stared at the painting in front of him, his face darkening a little bit.

"Rubbish."

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

Is this garbage? If this is garbage, what should those who study art do?

Ji Feng tore off the drawing paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can nearby.

"all."

He turned to look at Yiyi and smiled a little.

"Yiyi, do you want to draw?"

He held the person in his arms and buried his head in his neck.

"I really want to teach Yiyi how to draw."

"But I'm not good at drawing now."

"Wait until I'm good at painting, then I'll teach you, okay?"

Song Chuyi wanted to say: No, you have already painted very well.

But he couldn't open his mouth and could only move his eyes.

Ji Feng hugged him for a while, until the courier outside came to the door, he hugged him and walked out.

There are some fresh fruits and vegetables piled up in the yard, with water droplets on them, making them look like they were just picked.

Song Chu glanced at it and almost pinched himself.

It’s all fruits and vegetables! All of them!

No meat at all!

Ji Feng is indeed a vegetarian. No wonder he is so thin and doesn't even have abdominal muscles.

Song Chuyi really wanted to hit Ji Feng on the head with a fried chicken leg. The meat was so delicious, why didn't he put in any oil or salt?

He wished he could close his eyes and didn't want to see the green all over the ground at all.

But the two of them were handcuffed together, and Ji Feng had to pull him along if he wanted to put the fruits and vegetables from the yard into the kitchen.

Being so close, he was afraid that Ji Feng would suddenly see his closed eyes and pluck out his eyeballs.

So I could only be held by him and watch helplessly as he carried bags of green fruits and vegetables into the kitchen.

There was a large double-door refrigerator in the kitchen. Song Chuyi watched Ji Feng tidy it up, as if he was completing something important.

After the busy work, it was time to make dinner again.

The fruit salad Ji Feng had in the evening didn't even have sashimi, let alone meat.

Song Chuyi thought that if he became a human, he would never live such a miserable life with Ji Feng.

He wants to eat fried chicken legs, grilled beef skewers and mutton hot pot. In short, he will definitely not be vegetarian!

He was complaining fiercely in his heart, and his originally dull eyes seemed to gradually gain brilliance.

This makes the originally insubstantial doll seem to have an emotional color that belongs to a human being.

In the bedroom, Ji Feng's fingertips tapped the corners of Yiyi's eyes.

"Yiyi's eyes are so beautiful."

After a pause, he added:

"Yiyi looks beautiful everywhere, especially her eyes."

His fingertips greedily touched the end of his eyes with a bit of fanatical obsession.

"Can I take off Yiyi's eyes and keep them forever?"

Song Chuyi:! ! !

He knew that Ji Feng would go crazy and want to take his eyeballs!

asshole!

"Forget it." Ji Feng sighed softly, "After removing the eyeballs, you have to customize them again."

"That way one-one would no longer be one-one."

He leaned down and kissed the end of his eyes.

The wet and hot touch fell on the end of Song Chu's eyes, making it itch.