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

Song Chuyi could not wait to close his eyes immediately, lest he would see a scene like a needle eye.

But now Ji Feng looked directly at him. He didn't dare to close his eyes and could only watch as he untied his belt.

With a "snap", the belt hit him.

It hurt a little, making his lips tremble slightly.

Ji Feng grabbed his jaw and forced him to open his mouth.

Ji Feng used a cold and hard leather belt to hold him back.

The black leather belt with a cool texture pressed against the pink hood, as if checking its wear resistance.

Song Chuyi was forced to open his mouth and his eyes rolled slightly.

Ji Feng wants to do something he can't even think of, right?

He shouldn't be that perverted, right?

Just when Song Chuyi was thinking this, Ji Feng laughed softly.

"So cute."

He held down his head and asked Yiyi to turn his head to look at the painting.

"It must be cute when Yiyi makes such an expression."

Song Chuyi:...

I don’t know if it’s cute or not, but it must be embarrassing!

Ji Feng bent down and rested his chin on Yiyi's shoulder.

He looked at the painting as well, with a flash of disgust in his eyes.

"Too bad it's still garbage."

He reached out his hand and pulled off the drawing paper.

Crushed it into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to it.

He tilted his head slightly, very close to Yiyi's delicate Adam's apple.

On a whim, he leaned over and took a bite.

"Will Yiyi like my paintings?"

he whispered.

"Will you hate my paintings as much as those people do?"

Song Chuyi actually liked the paintings painted by Ji Feng, especially the two figures.

Even if there is no storyline to support them, these two character paintings with strong and bold colors can still make people feel itchy.

Ji Feng has this strength and is regarded as a god by others, but he has not found his own path yet.

Song Chuyi sighed in his heart. He didn't know when Ji Feng would realize that he was actually very suitable for Xiao()man.

When he was thinking wildly, Ji Feng bit him on the shoulder.

"Yiyi, don't hate me."

There was a somewhat humble and flattering voice.

"Don't hate me."

He lowered his head, his long hair hanging down, like a demon crawling out of hell.

The demon grabbed his light, pretending to be pitiful, and dragged him down.

Once he becomes a demon, he cannot be seen in the human world.

So even if he pretends to be pitiful and suffers, he will still drag Yiyi into his own hell.

Ji Feng held down Yiyi's head and tapped it lightly.

There was a bit of obsession on his face, "I knew Yiyi was the best."

He kissed the skin he had bitten just now, his heart beating very fast.

"Yiyi is so kind, he will definitely help me, right?"

Ji Feng raised his head and looked at Yiyi, his light brown eyes full of madness.

"How strange."

he murmured.

"It's obviously a lie, but I have thoughts about you that I shouldn't have."

"No, that's not right, Yiyi is real."

He laughed wildly.

"This world is fake."

"Only my family's Yiyi is real, only Yiyi is real, hahaha!"

He laughed wildly and seemed to have tears in his eyes.

Song Chuyi:...

Crazy! Crazy! This man is completely crazy!

Damn it!

This person just bullies him and he won't move!

Song Chuyi's lips trembled slightly, worried about his future.

Ji Feng, a physical doll that doesn't move, can have so much fun playing with it.

He simply couldn't imagine how crazy Ji Feng would be after he turned into a human.

Suddenly... I wasn't so eager to become human anymore.

Isn't it just boring? Isn’t it just that we can’t eat human food?

He can bear it! I must be able to bear it!

After a few heavy breaths, Ji Feng hugged them one by one.

"I like Yiyi so much."

"like."

Song Chuyi:...

Thanks for the invitation, it's dirty.

Apart from painting, cooking, and holding him while changing clothes, Ji Feng really didn't have much else to do every day.

Even work is done intensively once a week and is not hectic at all.

Maybe it's because he's not too busy at work, so Ji Feng has a lot of time to think of various ways to play.

It was obviously just a physical doll to accompany him, but Ji Feng took advantage of it to the extreme.

Except for not reaching the last step of perversion, Ji Feng did all kinds of tricks.

Song Chuyi suddenly began to feel lucky that he couldn't move.

Ji Feng's old waist really couldn't handle the moves he thought about.

Song Chuyi originally thought that Ji Feng would get tired of playing with him for a while, otherwise they would get along like this peacefully.

Unexpectedly, half a month later, a guest would come to this small courtyard.

When the man arrived, Ji Feng was massaging Yi Yi.

Let Yi lie down on the mat laid out in the yard, while he sat on his calves and massaged his thighs.

The courtyard door opened a small crack, and the man seemed to be very familiar with Ji Feng. He pushed the door in without even knocking.

He was shocked when he saw Ji Feng sitting on the lap of a physical doll.

"Ji Feng, what are you doing?"

Ji Feng raised his eyes and looked at the man, "Song Tianhua, if you don't want to die, get out."

Song Tianhua raised his hand, "No, no, no, no, I'm here to see you for business."

He coughed lightly and said, "This painting competition is about to begin. Have you finished drawing your entry?"

"No." Ji Feng stood up, hugged Yi Yi one by one, and sat on the chair next to him, while he stood beside him.

Song Tianhua's eyes flashed with surprise, "You don't plan to participate this time?"

Ji Feng said nothing.

His gaze fell on Yiyi, his eyes darkening.

Seeing his silence, Song Tianhua probably guessed what he was thinking and sighed.

"If you had lived hundreds of years ago, you would have become a very powerful painter and be sought after by everyone. It's a pity..."

What he said was really strange, causing Song Chuyi to move his eyes and look at Song Tianhua.

Fortunately, Song Tianhua did not notice the physical doll and just continued:

"I went to the research institute two days ago. They said that in this emotional census, the public's emotional perception has dropped to 30."

"If this continues, human beings will become more and more indifferent, and I'm afraid many extreme things will happen."

Ji Feng finally spoke at this time.

"not my business."

Song Tianhua took a step forward, a little anxious.

"Brother Ji, you have the highest emotional sensitivity among the people I know. If you can draw figures, you can definitely save the public's emotional sensitivity."

The more Song Chuyi listened, the more confused he became. What is emotional perception? This ordinary modern society actually has such a setting?

He hurriedly dug through the background of the story that Xiao Tong had passed down to him, and finally found the setting of emotional perception in a small corner.