Chapter 276 The Paranoid Painter 6 (2/2)

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden barking of a dog.

Two Doberman Pinschers rushed out of the woods, baring their teeth and growling at her through the iron fence.

Startled, Su Qingyan took a few steps back, her high heels stepping into a puddle by the roadside, splashing mud and water all over her leg.

"Damn it, even a dog can bully me..."

She gritted her teeth, but ultimately turned and left helplessly.

On her way back to the bus stop, Su Qingyan reorganized her strategy.

If approaching Jin Ye directly doesn't work, then we'll try something else.

She remembered that the manor would be hiring new male servants soon.

Her rebirth gave her the advantage of foresight, and she would never waste this opportunity.

"I will show you who is in control of this game."

She muttered to herself, her eyes dark and gloomy.

The church bells rang in the distance, startling a flock of pigeons.

Su Qingyan looked up at their free-flowing paths and made a silent vow in her heart.

One day, she will stand at the top of the art world again.

And that damned Jin Ye and the mute will pay the price for the humiliation they inflicted on her today!

The studio was filled with an almost sacred tension.

"In this position."

Jin Ye instructed Zi Xi to keep her upper body bent backward, her head tilted back to the extreme, her arms outstretched like a dying swan, with only one leg supporting her entire weight.

Zi Xi took a deep breath and slowly assumed the posture he requested.

Time passed by, second by second.

Sweat trickled down Zi Xi's forehead, wetting the stray hairs on her forehead.

Jin Ye was completely immersed in his creation, but suddenly his movements slowed down and his breathing became rapid.

Zi Xi keenly noticed the change.

Despite her own extreme discomfort, she noticed Jin Ye's unusual condition.

His eyes were vacant, his face was pale, and he was trembling slightly.

He was clearly not right, but Zi Xi couldn't speak, so she could only maintain her posture and stare at him with worried eyes.

At that moment, Jin Ye felt as if his world had suddenly collapsed.

It seems he's had another attack.

One second he was drawing, but the next he felt like he had been thrown into the deep sea.

The light around the studio dimmed, and everything around became blurry and unreal.

He also felt the icy water pressure surging in from all directions, pressing against his chest and robbing him of his breath.

The feeling of suffocation was terrifyingly real.

Jin Ye opened his mouth to try to inhale, but only tasted the salty taste of seawater.

A faint light shone down from above the water in the darkness, but the light seemed to be out of reach.

He was sinking deeper and deeper into despair, the burning pain in his lungs almost making Jin Ye's entire chest cavity explode.

It would be too painful to drown like that.

It's better to be more straightforward.

A thought flashed through his mind.

In a daze, a sharp knife appeared before Jin Ye's eyes.

He reached out to grab it, hoping to replace the slow suffocation with sharp pain.

[Mr. Jin, what's wrong? Why does it smell of blood?]

Should I go see him?

Suddenly a sound pierced through the water.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands grabbed him and shook his body violently.

The feeling of suffocation suddenly disappeared, but he was still in a semi-comatose state, gasping for breath but unable to feel oxygen entering his lungs.

Zi Xi abandoned her posture and rushed to Jin Ye's side.

She didn't realize he was experiencing some kind of terrible hallucination; she just felt like he couldn't breathe.

Without the slightest hesitation, she laid Jin Ye flat on the ground, cleared his airway, and began artificial respiration.