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

"This scroll comes from the imperial mausoleum of the Qin Dynasty, the most powerful state three thousand years ago. The material has not decayed after thousands of years."

"It was created by the most famous Master Yuqing at the time. According to unofficial records, after Master Yuqing finished painting this painting, he never painted again in his life. He seemed to have fallen in love with the boy in the painting at first sight."

"He's beautiful, isn't he?"

The man talked a lot, but Song Jiu didn't listen to a word.

All his eyes were focused on the man with no facial features in the ancient painting.

After hearing the last question, he glanced at the young man on the scroll and said, "It is indeed beautiful."

The man in the wheelchair carefully noticed the perfunctoriness in his words, and frowned handsomely, with a hint of jealousy in his tone: "Are you looking at another person?"

Song Jiu didn't feel anything was wrong.

He just replied with his eyes fixed: "Yes, does Mr. Ji know his name?"

Although he has no facial features, there is an inexplicable attraction and familiar strangeness to him.

His heartbeat could not help but speed up by half a beat.

The man pursed his lips and reluctantly gave the answer: "Apocalypse Emperor Qin Han."

"Qin Han, it turns out your name is Qin Han...it sounds so nice." Song Jiu trembled when he heard it, and murmured something as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

He stretched out his fingers, wanting to touch the man in the painting.

But it was intercepted in mid-air.

"What's so interesting about an ancient man? Look at me."

The man was full of jealousy and moved the woman towards him.

Although she couldn't see the outside world, she could accurately grasp his hand.

Song Jiu burst out laughing: "Are you jealous?"

The man's lips were tightly pursed and he didn't say a word, but at night, he answered his question with practical actions.

The moonlight outside the window is beautiful, the silvery white tulle covers the earth, and the night is quiet and peaceful.

But Song Jiu didn't care about the night view outside the window, his head swayed, purity and beauty were intertwined, bewitching people's hearts like the moon elf.

There was a little water in her passionate peach blossom eyes, and the ancient painting was reflected in her pupils.

When the white light flashed, Song Jiu collapsed and cried. His expression was in a trance, his head was also unclear, and he suddenly called His Highness inexplicably.

The moonlight shone in from the window and reflected on the painting. A magical scene happened. The ancient painting actually emitted a light golden shimmer, which was strange and charming.

The man in the scroll automatically developed superior facial features, raised his head, and looked in his direction with fiery eyes, filled with something indescribable.

Is it an illusion?

After Song Jiu came over slowly, he blinked.

When he looked over again, there was nothing left. The man in the painting maintained his original posture, motionless and without any change.

The young man didn't have time to think too much before he was dragged into a new round by someone who was extremely jealous.

the other side.

A man suddenly sat up from the bed, his slender fingers covering his eyebrows, his eyebrows were dignified, giving people a sense of abstinence and coldness.

His eyes were filled with hot desire.

Who is that person in the dream?

I don't know since when, he had frequent dreams, dreaming that he was possessed by a scroll with a beautiful young man in his arms.

Although the person in my arms is very beautiful, I always feel that something is missing, as empty as a dead person.

He looked out of the scroll in boredom and looked at the outside environment.

This is an abandoned studio. Tools are piled up in the corner. The floor is covered with dust. It's obvious that no one has been there for a long time.

The man didn't know why he appeared here, but because he couldn't get rid of this strange situation, he was very irritated and helpless.

On this day, as usual, he was forced to possess the scroll again.

But I saw a scene I will never forget.

The moonlight is like water, the man on the table has a flushed face, his breath is like orchid, and his eyes are as sparkling as mercury.

He looks exactly like the boy in his arms.

No, to be precise, the person outside is more vivid, and one look is enough to take away a person's soul.

Looking at those passionate eyes, the man's heart trembled. Yes, he fell in love with that goblin-like young man at first sight.

After the man woke up, he still couldn't forget the person in his dream. He accidentally saw the ancient painting on the screen and sent extra manpower to find the boy who looked the same as in the ancient painting.

Some people below got the news, and in order to please him, they hurriedly showed their courtesy and sent up many green young people with similar looks, some were charming, some were pure, some were natural, or some had plastic surgery.

But the man could tell at a glance, no, not at all, no matter how similar he looked, he was not that person.

If you accumulate desires for a long time, you will get sick.

It's not like the man hasn't thought about finding a substitute to vent his desires. The hotel has been booked and the person has arrived.

However, as soon as he entered the room and saw the person on the bed, he immediately lost interest.

Turn around and leave.

After going back and forth and tossing several times, the man finally understood that what he wanted was not a gorgeous appearance, but a unique feeling.

And that feeling is so subtle that only the person in the dream can give it.

After the last time, the man could no longer possess the scroll, as if everything before was just his imagination.

No, that's not right, at least that picture is real.

The strong desire could not be relieved. The man's temper became irritable and he was unable to perform surgery. He declined many surgeries and vented all his depressed emotions on the road.

The methods also became cruel and ruthless.

For a time, the scene on the road became particularly peaceful, and his behavior became much calmer.

……

In this regard, men have always been very strong.

However, this time it was different, like a young boy experiencing that for the first time, his behavior was a little green and impatient.

Very gentle and comfortable.

Song Jiu was in tears, a little uncomfortable with this slow pace, and bit his lip in confusion: "Mr. Ji, why are you so gentle today."

It's like he's become a different person.

The man's movements were imperceptible.

"Xiaojiu always faints. I think I push too hard and ignore Xiaojiu's feelings, so I go a little lighter."

The man's apology was full of guilt and gentle, so gentle that Song Jiu ignored the sense of disobedience in his heart and completely relaxed.

Naturally, he missed the fleeting stiffness of the man above.

In the past, I felt the pleasure indirectly through the sub-personality. Now I experienced it for a while, and I realized how wonderful it was. I pestered the young man to fool around until midnight, but I still took back my hand without wanting to finish it.

Maybe it was the first time and the man had little experience.

In the early morning, Song Jiu had a fever, and his whole body was as hot as a furnace.

The man got up in a hurry and dragged his immobile legs to find medicine. After searching for a long time, he found fever medicine. He quickly gave it to Xiaojiu, wiped his body with alcohol, and stayed by the bed until the boy's body temperature returned to normal before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Han stared at his numb legs and realized for the first time the fact that he was paralyzed.

Paralysis of the legs caused by heart disease may be cured.

So, what about the eyes?

The man sat quietly on the edge of the bed, letting the darkness engulf his entire body.