Chapter 2173: You Are My Only Color 08

This confrontation was destined to have no outcome; Jin Chen wanted to act innocent, and even Wen Jin couldn't notice.

He simply let go, leaning his whole body against Jin Chen, his forehead resting on Jin Chen's shoulder.

"Nothing much, hold me while I paint."

Jin Chen froze for a moment, then softly laughed: "In this weather, you still want to use me as a heater?"

Wen Jin closed his eyes, his voice lazy: "Mm, you're warm."

Jin Chen, helpless, supported Wen Jin's waist with one hand and picked up a paintbrush with the other, dipped it in paint, and began to smear it on the canvas.

Wen Jin leaned against his embrace, his breathing gradually steadying, like a lazy leopard cat.

The studio was so quiet that only the scratching of the paintbrush on the canvas and their intertwined breaths could be heard.

Jin Chen lowered his head to look at Wen Jin's pale side profile, his movements gentle, afraid to wake the person in his arms.

Wen Jin's temperature, which seemed devoid of warmth, gradually warmed, his breathing becoming long and deep, as if he had truly fallen asleep.

But just after half an hour passed, Wen Jin opened his eyes without a hint of difference, his pupils clear, the last trace of weariness vanishing as he gazed at the painting.

A very beautiful painting, full of spirit.

This so-called "spirit" is something he has never possessed; he can't even discern subtle colors, let alone talk about talent and spirit.

Wen Jin suddenly glanced sideways, his gaze once again falling on the prepared pigments, recalling the vermilion red left on Jin Chen's body at the academy.

He casually took up a paintbrush, held it above Jin Chen's forearm, and cobalt blue paint dripped from the tip, blooming in intense color on the youth's wrist bone.

Jin Chen tilted his head to examine it for a moment, then suddenly saw Wen Jin use his finger to smear the light white paint over that blue; as he rubbed it in, the pigment seeped along the veins into the skin's texture.

"Don't move."

Wen Jin's knee pressed between Jin Chen's legs, his black silk shirt slipping off his shoulder to reveal the hollow of his collarbone.

Yet he was completely oblivious, immersed in this interplay of colors.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze a few times, then truly obeyed and stayed still.

Wen Jin dipped again in emerald green, dabbing it onto Jin Chen's elbow where veins showed; the paint shimmered with moisture under body heat, like a vivid bodily oil painting.

His interest deepened in his eyes, the speed of the paintbrush wandering over the arm grew faster, pigments layered upon layered, the colors becoming so variegated they were almost blinding.

Until there was no space left on the arm to paint, even the shoulder became stained, yet the color coordination turned out surprisingly harmonious, like a deity in a medieval oil painting.

"Are you done painting?" Jin Chen's voice carried a hint of helplessness, yet remained gentle.

Wen Jin set down the paintbrush, his gaze lingering on Jin Chen's arm for a moment, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile: "Not enough."

He said, reaching out to pull Jin Chen to the easel, his fingertip dipped in paint, and directly smeared it on his face.

The moment the cold paint touched his cheek, Jin Chen slightly closed his peach-blossom eyes, his lashes trembling.

Wen Jin's fingertips roamed across his face, leaving trails of vivid color, like some secret ritual.

"Wait..." Jin Chen felt it wasn't good, trying to stop him a bit.

Wen Jin's finger paused at the edge of his lips, his gaze deep.

"No speaking." His voice low, carrying a hint of command.

The tip of the paintbrush in his hand jabbed hard into Jin Chen's chest, paint trickling down his clothes—"You just need to be a qualified canvas."

Jin Chen: "……"

"Fine."

"Anyway, I'll collect interest later."

Jin Chen lowered his gaze to watch Wen Jin's hair whorl sway with his movements, then suddenly curled his fingertip to brush past the other's ear, as if showing weakness.

"A little itchy, be gentle."

Wen Jin felt a tingling numbness at the back of his neck, turned his head to avoid it, and the paintbrush scraped a messy line across Jin Chen's outer eye corner.

"Mm."

By the time Wen Jin finally put down the brush, Jin Chen's white garment was already unrecognizable in its original color.

Wen Jin suddenly pushed the easel aside, shoving Jin Chen onto the floor littered with discarded paper drafts that hadn't been cleaned up.

Light from the skylight slanted across Jin Chen's body, and Wen Jin's breath caught.

The youth lay face-up on the floor covered in waste paper, his white shirt soaked with various pigments, resembling an overturned palette.

But this is a living, breathing person.

Wen Jin almost madly thought, all the splendor he couldn't see while mixing the pigments now rolled and boiled over Jin Chen's skin.

Jin Chen transferred the color on his hand, staining Wen Jin's sleeve.

"Want to paint a signature too?" he even proposed, not the slightest bit angry.

Wen Jin suddenly grabbed his wrist, the paint's feel under body heat a bit sticky, oozing out along the finger gaps.

Those colors seemed to surge entirely into his brain, then burn along the blood vessels into his heart, scorching Wen Jin's fingertips to tremble.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +5, total 12!】

"Your heart is beating so fast here." Jin Chen's palm suddenly pressed against his chest, paint leaving a multicolored handprint on the silk fabric.

Jin Chen's voice carried a hint of teasing, and he slightly tilted his head; the paint on his neck glimmered with a fine sheen in the light, like a silent invitation.

Just as Wen Jin was enticed to draw near, Jin Chen grabbed him fiercely, flipped over, and pressed him beneath himself.

The looking-down gaze reversed; Jin Chen's nose tip was barely a hair's breadth from Wen Jin.

And all this paint on his body inevitably stained Wen Jin's expensive shirt.

Ambiguity spread.

For Wen Jin, this was an extremely dangerous pose, equivalent to exposing himself to the threat of being strangled at any moment.

Jin Chen lowered his head, foreheads touching.

"Professor, Wen……Jin."

The drawn-out tone was low and luxurious, right by the ear.

"As a qualified canvas, can I ask for a little reward?"

In the next instant, the spatula used for applying paint pressed against Jin Chen's nape; Wen Jin embraced him, the corners of his eyes curved, like a lovers' whisper, "Yes, what do you want?"

Jin Chen sensed the danger at his back, but instead of retreating he moved closer, bringing his warm breath to the area behind Wen Jin's ear; the corner of his lips barely grazed, so close that it hardly left a proper kiss.

That's all.

Wen Jin's brows furrowed slightly; feeling Jin Chen's attempt to rise, he then used a clever maneuver to flip over and press him down.

Their positions reversed once again.

"What do you want?" Wen Jin asked again in a hoarse voice, his fingers pressing on Jin Chen's Adam's apple, slowly applying force.

But who exactly wants it also seems obvious.

Jin Chen laughed out loud in the suffocating restraint, his paint‑stained hand stroking Wen Jin's nape, finally resting at his waist.

"I don't know." Even then, Jin Chen still lacked the panic and inability to restrain himself that Wen Jin had expected.

He merely said in the most ambiguous tone: "You should teach me, professor…"

The trailing sound was swallowed into his throat.

Wen Jin ultimately lost a move, enticed by the intense color and the mighty vitality, or perhaps simply tempted by this person.

Even this kiss was almost tearing, seizing, controlling.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 17!】