The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Gradually, the smiles on the man's face began to become more frequent, his emotions were no longer as out of control as before, and some invisible things were slowly fermenting over time.

The best way to overcome fear is to face it head on.

"Mr. Ji, can I see how you look?"

Song Jiu carefully stared at the man's face, ready to change the subject as soon as he caught the slightest negative expression.

Surprisingly.

The man was just stunned for a moment, moved his fingertips, opened and closed his thin lips, and agreed to the unreasonable request.

After receiving the approval, Song Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hands to untie the gauze. After spending so long together, he could see the true appearance of the task target.

Elegant, handsome, with the nobility of a wealthy aristocrat, and an artistic atmosphere of glory and beauty, he is truly as humble as a jade, an unparalleled prince.

However, the only fly in the ointment is those gray eyes.

Although the lines of the pair of phoenix eyes are sharp, the pupils have no focus and are hollow and lifeless, as if they have lost all their brilliance and vitality.

It seemed that he had not seen the sun for a long time. The man blocked the light with the back of his hand, and then put down his hand after he got used to the intensity.

At a loss, confused, and gloomy, in just a few moments, so many emotions changed on his face, and they flashed quickly, and then returned to his usual calmness as if he had resigned himself to fate.

Song Jiu's heart ached when he saw it.

I saw the young man squatting on the man's knees and couldn't help but place a kiss next to those gray eyes.

"These are the most outstanding eyes I have ever seen. I like them very much. Mr. Ji, please forgive me for being reckless."

The place where the young man kissed produced a strange feeling, as if a small insect had penetrated into his heart along the blood vessels, giving it a tingling sensation that was addictive.

The man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he grabbed Song Jiu's wrist with his big hand, pulling the person into his arms as he wished, and the two of them were completely close to each other.

In the past years, painting was Ji Han's entire life. Naturally, he had no experience or skills in this aspect.

But just by simply sticking together, he was already very satisfied.

Perhaps that feeling was too wonderful. That night, the sub-personality that had been silent for a long time appeared and questioned him angrily.

"Why did you kiss Xiaojiu? You can obviously feel that I like him, why do you do this?"

The man did not retort, but silently allowed the other man in his body to vent his dissatisfaction, because he did not know the reason.

Seeing the silence of his master, 'Ji Han' sneered and decided to take a strong dose of medicine.

"You have someone you like, but you act intimately with someone else. This is betrayal and disloyalty to love!"

After hearing this, the man was stunned.

He tried hard to recall the appearance of his sweetheart, but was alarmed to find that the face in his memory was a little blurry.

Since Song Jiu came, I rarely go to the studio to look at the young men in ancient paintings, and I rarely miss my sweetheart.

The man prides himself on being a dedicated person who just wants to find a soul mate to spend his life with.

How could he be so half-hearted and fall in love with another boy in less than half a month?

Ji Han tried his best to mobilize his memories, trying to strengthen the impression of his sweetheart.

However, the taste of that kiss always echoed in his mind, making him upset.

So, who does he like?

No, he doesn't know.

The man was in great pain in his heart, and he couldn't hold on any longer, so he handed over the initiative to his sub-personality and retreated into his subconscious, not wanting to think about this problem anymore.

In the darkness, 'Ji Han' made a disgusted expression.

There is really no blood at all, and I don’t know what Xiaojiu is interested in.

……

"I'm stuffed."

"If you have nothing to do today, don't bother me."

The man's tone was light, with a hint of alienation.

Song Jiu took a bite of the bun and watched blankly as the man controlled the wheelchair and went upstairs. It wasn't until the sound of the door closing on the second floor was heard that he looked back.

His expression was gloomy.

I don't know what stimulated him, but the man returned to the silence he had when they first met, always keeping a vague distance from him.

All previous efforts were in vain.

Song Jiu sighed, with worry on his face. He suddenly felt that the food in front of him was tasteless, and he hurriedly took a few bites and threw it away.

He didn't understand why the man changed his attitude overnight, as if the previous improvement was all an illusion.

It was because of that kiss.

Or because I dislike him.

It was so uncomfortable that Song Jiu had a sore nose and mist in his eyes. He tried hard to blink to prevent tears from falling, but he couldn't resist the grievance in his heart and cried out.

Like an injured cub that can only lick its wounds alone, its intermittent crying made someone on the second floor feel very distressed.

Ji Han's hands couldn't stop trembling.

Stop crying. Stop crying.

He cried until the tip of his heart ached. He wanted to go down to comfort her, but he forced himself to return to the bedroom.

Being indecisive will only hurt Xiaojiu more. Just cry and vent your grievances. Keeping distance is good for both you and me.

Ji Han persuaded himself like this, but he couldn't ignore the pain in his heart.

This is the first time I hate my half-heartedness so much.

No matter how sad he was, he could not forget the system's mission. Song Jiu took a nap to adjust his mood and knocked on the man's bedroom.

"Mr. Ji, the weather outside is very nice, just perfect for walking around in the flower garden. What do you think?"

The voice outside the door asked, and the cautious look made people feel distressed.

After a moment of silence, the door opened from the inside. The man's dull eyes looked in his direction and he said lightly: "Let's go."

The two came to the flower garden. Some tulips were in full bloom, attracting many butterflies to stop and linger in the flowers.

A beautiful butterfly flaps its wings and rests on the bony fingers.

The man in the wheelchair seemed to feel the presence of life, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and everything in the warm sun was coated with a light gold.

Song Jiu's heart moved, he took a photo of this beautiful scene and sent it to the man's sister.

Sister Ji over there replied instantly, thank you, thank you very much. My brother has not smiled so happily in a long time.

When Ji's mother saw this harmonious picture, she shed tears. Han'er's matter has become a knot in the family's heart. Now Han'er is willing to go out and take off the gauze from his eyes, which means that the situation is getting better. Ji's mother could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when Song Jiu thought their relationship had been eased, an accident happened.

One sunny afternoon, the man was sitting in a wheelchair and said calmly.

"You don't have to come here again. Assistant Chen has found someone more suitable for this job."

Although he was clearly in the warm sun, Song Jiu felt a chill running straight into his heart.

Biting cold.