Chapter 272 The Paranoid Painter 2 (2/2)

My vocal cords are damaged, and I can't speak.

Her handwriting is also neat and elegant.

"You've been unable to speak?"

Jin Ye narrowed his eyes; the information didn't say he was mute.

No, but I can follow all your instructions and I will do my best.

Zi Xi shook her head calmly and then typed on the tablet.

A strange interest arose in Jin Ye's heart.

A silent model—perhaps that's exactly what he needs.

A mute person would likely have few complaints, no pointless questions, only a purely physical form.

He stepped aside to let her in.

Zi Xi entered the studio without showing any surprise or discomfort like most first-time visitors.

Her gaze swept over the mountain of canvases, the various strange sculptures and installations, and finally settled on the painting that Jin Ye had scratched.

Unexpectedly, she walked over to the painting, examined it carefully for a moment, and then turned to Jin Ye.

"how?"

Jin Ye gave a brief explanation, observing her reaction.

Zi Xi shook her head to indicate that it was nothing.

She walked to the center of the room, put down her bag, and waited quietly for instructions.

"Take off your coat and stand in front of that dark background."

Jin Ye commanded, preparing to see the hesitation and affectation that ordinary women would exhibit.

But Zi Xi didn't hesitate to take off her dress, revealing a simple black vest and shorts underneath.

She walked to the designated spot, her posture natural.

Jin Ye approached her, walked around her, and studied her bone structure, muscle lines, and skin texture with his eyes.

His gaze was undisguised, and most people would feel uneasy or even fearful under such a gaze.

But Zi Xi simply accepted the scrutiny calmly.

"Turn around."

He commanded.

She obediently turned around, her back gracefully arched like a bow.

"Look up and show your neck."

She tilted her head back, her long hair cascading down, revealing her slender and delicate neck.

This pose is similar to the one the model posed yesterday, but Bai Zixi does it incredibly naturally, and her back looks beautiful.

Jin Ye felt a rare surge of excitement.

He quickly set up the new canvas and squeezed out the paint, his movements almost frantic with eagerness.

Zi Xi watched him prepare quietly, and then when he picked up the paintbrush, she automatically assumed the pose he had just asked her to, with surprising stability.

Time passed in silence, with only the sound of the paintbrush scraping across the canvas and the continuous sound of rain outside the window.

Jin Ye was completely immersed in his creation, sometimes stepping forward to adjust the angle of Zi Xi's arm, and sometimes stepping back to squint and examine the effect.

Each time he touched her to guide her posture, he could feel the coolness of her skin and the warmth of life beneath.

Two hours passed, and Zi Xi barely moved, with only the slight rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Her stability is incredible, as if she had truly become a sculpture.

Jin Ye was more engrossed in painting than ever before.

The image of Zi Xi began to appear on the canvas.

The art style remains distorted, with storm-like brushstrokes in the background, but the central figure possesses a strange sense of tranquility.

Unlike his previous works, this time the image, though placed in chaos, seems to radiate its own light.

An inner purity gradually penetrates the surrounding darkness.

Suddenly, Jin Ye stopped painting.

He frowned as he stared at the canvas, then strode toward Zi Xi.

He was so close that he could count the number of her eyelashes and feel the faint breath she exhaled.