Jing Jiaren was so absorbed in painting that she didn't even know Leng Lintian had been here.
She hadn't been so focused for a long time, all her attention was on this painting...
The palms of her hands were a little dirty from the gray pen refills, and the wounds were also dirty, and she was completely unaware of the pain.
I noticed that there was a slight wound underneath, and a little blood stained the painting.
Jing Jiaren's expression changed slightly: "The painting is dirty!"
When the blood was squeezed out of the wound...
She finally got the painting dirty after working on it for so long!
Jing Jiaren hurriedly wiped it with her sleeve, and the blood stains were lightly scratched.
What a coincidence, it happened to be Leng Lintian's lips that were stained.
She had already filled in the solid color with a pen, and when the blood stained it, and then rubbed it a little, it really looked like purple when mixed together.
Jing Jiaren's hand suddenly stopped, holding the pen in her hand and staring at the painting.
Leng Lintian's half-length painting only reaches his waist.
He was wearing an English-style dress, with a slight smile in his eyes, his hands in his trouser pockets in the usual posture, and his eyes were so handsome that he seemed to run out of a painting.
His expression was what she always looked at her, and so were his eyes.
It seemed like he was about to open his mouth at any moment and call her——
【beautiful woman.】
Jing Jiaren just thought about it for a long time and remembered that Leng Lintian wore this dress when he proposed to her for the first time in the amusement park.
This is thanks to her memory retelling from just a few days ago, so the memory of the past will be more impressive.
What deserves special mention is that she painted the black diamond earrings on Leng Lintian’s ears (which have the function of eavesdropping on Jing Jiaren).
Also, there is a bracelet on Leng Lintian’s wrist. (Leng Lintian also gave her a bracelet in 13 Oaks)
In addition, Leng Lintian wore a unique ring on his hand. (After the proposal, he kept the men's ring for himself and never took it off)
These three accessories are all representative of Leng Lintian, and she thinks they should exist.
Behind Leng Lintian, she drew several unicorn flowers floating down, blooming coquettishly.
Jing Jiaren stretched her body, her whole body was sore.
"Miss Jiaren, are you tired? I'll arrange for a few masseurs to give you a massage." Aunt Pan squeezed her shoulders diligently.
Jing Jiaren smiled slightly and said, "No, what time is it now?"
It's getting dark outside.
"It's past 6 o'clock."
Five hours passed in a flash.
Fortunately, the result was satisfactory. Jing Jiaren signed her name in the blank space, dipped some blood from the wound with her thumb, and pressed it.
Didn't Leng Lintian want to frame it and hang it?
"I'm going down to cook, please don't let anyone come in the room." Jing Jiaren put down her pen and said, "It must be a servant, don't damage my painting."
"No, don't worry, Miss Jiaren, the servants don't dare to touch the master's things."
Jing Jiaren got up and closed the window, picked up a piece of cloth and covered the picture frame.
Shortly after she left, the door to this room opened again.
Heavy footsteps knocked on the ground.
Leng Lintian stood in front of the easel and picked up the bloody bandage that Jing Jiaren had dropped from the ground, his fingers tight.
Wouldn't he know where Jing Jiaren was injured? He checked every tiny bit of her injuries after she took a sedative and fell asleep.
Her hands were so badly scratched that she still dared to draw.
Leng Lintian's heart was in severe pain.
But when he thought of Jing Jiaren's treatment of him - her ruthlessness, the demon in his heart grew again.