Chapter 1161: Little Angel and Psycho 03

【Hey, Xiao Tian Shi is really miserable, falling from one pervert's hands into another's.】

0731 felt moved.

【Again, curse the ghost.】

【……？？】

Am I not your favorite little slut anymore!

Jin Chen moved his wheelchair and left the suite; Xi Er was a little afraid of the unfamiliar environment, wanting to follow, but his ankle was tied, so he could only reach the door of the suite.

Xi Er shifted his gaze, looking at the spacious and overly quiet surroundings, gradually feeling fearful and uneasy, crouching to try to undo the chains.

As he struggled with effort, Jin Chen suddenly appeared again, leaning over to unlock the chain's clasp.

Xi Er silently followed behind him.

Barefoot on the wool carpet laid in the hallway, wearing only a shirt that hung to his thighs and left his shoulders bare, his blue wings slowly unfurled, like a little angel who had mistakenly entered a dark castle.

Entering the studio, Jin Chen also didn't close the door, as if he were deliberately waiting for him to come in.

Xi Er dared not disturb him; Jin Chen was working on the drawing board, so he sat beside Jin Chen, hugging his knees, quietly watching, feeling that this person was truly amazing.

But just as he finished the painting, Jin Chen glanced at it for a few seconds, then tore the canvas off and casually threw it into the nearby trash can.

Xi Er was startled by his action, blinked blankly, glanced at the torn painting in the trash can, then looked at Jin Chen mixing colors on a fresh sheet of paper.

"You can't speak, or you can't speak the language here?" Jin Chen suddenly asked.

Xi Er picked at his feathers with his fingertips, let out an "ah," his voice clear and ringing, proving he could speak.

But this also indirectly admitted that he was indeed not from this place.

"Does the place where you grew up have an ocean?"

Xi Er shook his head, knowing only from his superficial studies that oceans, land, and sky are all parts of this planet.

But Tian Shi Xing has only sky and a little land, so he had never seen the ocean, this novel word.

He suddenly brightened his gaze, staring blankly at the colors on the drawing board.

After Jin Chen's mixing, the paint and wings appearing on the drawing board were the same blue.

The blue painting depicted a tranquil sea at dawn, with gentle, peaceful waves.

"This is the ocean, a beautiful color."

Jin Chen said, then put down his paintbrush and gently stroked Xi Er's blue wings, saying, "You are an angel of the ocean."

The projector turned on; Jin Chen found an ocean video for him, and the entire white wall became ocean waves, incredibly shocking.

Xi Er stared blankly, slowly rose to his feet, the depths of his eyes shimmering with moved spirit.

Behind him, Jin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, the pressure gradually dropping.

Just as he was about to erupt, he saw Xi Er turn his head and continue to crouch while drawing, his eyes bright and sparkling, even more focused than when watching the video.

Jin Chen's lingering jealousy suddenly vanished; he raised his hand to stroke his long hair, as if playing with his most cherished treasure.

Knock knock knock.

The studio door was knocked; Xi Er instinctively retracted his wings, then his arm was suddenly pulled up and his whole body fell into Jin Chen's embrace.

Before he could react, the body curled in the embrace was already covered with a blanket; Xi Er lowered his head, looked, and dared not move, his chin lightly resting on the shoulder, his silky long hair cascading down.

Jin Chen embraced him with one arm, while the other hand continued to hold the paintbrush.

"Come in."

The steward entered, slightly bowing his head, eyes downcast, not glancing sideways.

"Sir, should the newly purchased items be placed with you, or should a separate room be prepared?"

Jin Chen didn't even lift his head, "All prepared."

"Also, erase all online information of him being photographed outside."

"Understood."

The steward responded, then said, "In a few days there will be a banquet at the front courtyard old residence; the head of the Jin Family says to inform you."

Jin Chen's brush paused; he had actually forgotten about this.

The location of this mansion is quite interesting, right behind the Jin Family's old residence, sharing the same mountain villa.

The reason the original owner stayed here is also simple: his mother, while alive, had once spent pleasant times here with him.

He gazed fixedly at the ocean in the painting, his voice turning cold.

"Go catch a few wolves to keep in the yard, to prevent any blind intruders from wandering in."

"Yes."

The steward immediately set off to handle it, and the studio door gently closed again.

After waiting until no sound could be heard, Xi Er gently struggled, wanting to get down from the embrace.

"Don't move."

The hand holding his waist slapped down, tone dangerous, force not small; Xi Er's pupils contracted slightly, his cheeks flushing ever more red.

Xi Er struggled all the harder.

Who would go around spanking someone's butt!

Jin Chen flung aside his paintbrush, gripped Xi Er's jaw to force him to lift his head, his magnetic voice turning cold.

"I don't like people who don't listen."

Xi Er's breath hitched slightly, he let out a soft, low whimper, biting his lips, and thus stopped struggling.

It's just that the tears won't stop; when scolded, he wants to cry, even though he never used to be like this.

He sobbed, staring at Jin Chen's eyes, feeling ever more wronged.

He then softened his body, leaning back again, his fingertips tightly gripping Jin Chen's collar, having been frightened into obedience.

Jin Chen soothingly pinched his neck, then stroked his back to comfort him; his mood suddenly shifted, as if pleased by this gesture.

"Be good, don't make me angry."

In the spacious studio, like a demon's whisper, his jade-green eyes held obsession.

Xi Er is easily appeased, letting out a soft hum with a tremulous tone.

Jin Chen, in a good mood, picked up the brush again and continued to finish the painting of the ocean angel.

Amid emotional fluctuations, his weak body could barely bear it; he lay in Jin Chen's embrace, gradually falling asleep, his breathing long and slow.

After finishing a painting, the sky gradually grew dark.

Jin Chen suppressed the urge to tear it apart, had someone find a frame to mount it, held the person and left, then locked up again.

However…… need to add a longer one, can be a silver chain for moving around on this level.

Jin Chen thought happily.

In the studio, the assistant stared in shock at the intact painting, speechless for a long while.

It's been many years since I've seen Master keep a painting intact.

Ocean and angel……

The assistant couldn't help thinking of the person Master had them bring back, not daring to think further.

He put on his gloves, carefully mounted it into the frame, and let out a long sigh.