Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

Chapter 890 Jing Yuan x Original Heroine 20

Lin Qian walked slowly towards where Jing Yuan was sitting with light steps. When she came beside Jing Yuan, she slowly unfolded the neatly rolled drawing paper in her hand.

She bent down slightly, and this movement was like a breeze blowing through willow branches, causing her long, silky and smooth hair on her back to sway gently like a waterfall.

One strand of her long hair actually slid straight down from one side of her fair and slender neck and fell right on Jing Yuan's shoulder.

At this moment, Lin Qian and Jing Yuan were so close that they could almost hear each other's breathing.

If there were other people present at this time, they would certainly feel that the distance between the two of them was like a veil as thin as a cicada's wing, looming and full of an ambiguous atmosphere.

"In that case, it's my fault." Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, which were as deep as a pool of water, raised his head and glanced at Lin Qian beside him lightly, but his expression could not be seen clearly in his eyes.

Jing Yuan then spoke slowly and leisurely, "But why is this drawing paper blank?"

His tone was casual, and his eyes seemed to stay on the spotless white drawing paper, but his attention seemed to have drifted far away, as if he was thinking about something.

“General, have you ever heard of one-stroke painting?” Lin Qian took out a special brush from another box he carried with him.

Lin Qian then raised her hand with the brush, like a skilled painter, dipped it slightly in the ink beside it, and began to outline it carefully on the paper.

Jing Yuan did not say a word to disturb Lin Qian from painting, but his golden eyes seemed to be staring at Lin Qian's posture and habit of holding the pen.

Jing Yuan's eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making them difficult to understand.

Of course, Jing Yuan's eyes fell on the painting drawn by Lin Qian.

The moment Jing Yuan saw clearly what Lin Qian had drawn, his eyes seemed to be struck by lightning, instantly dyed scarlet, and it was fleeting, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

Where no one noticed, Jing Yuan clenched his fists slightly, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion in his heart.

However, it soon relaxed like clouds blown away by the wind.

The portrait drawn by Lin Qian with a simple stroke was the scene of the death of "Lin Ruo" seven or eight hundred years ago.

In the painting, Lin Ruo's body was slumped on a chair next to the window, and the marks on her neck were very obvious, as if someone had strangled her to death from behind.

"What did Miss Lin paint?" Jing Yuan smiled slightly and spoke calmly.

Jing Yuan still had that gentle smile on his face, but there seemed to be a hint of coldness, which was not visible on the surface.

"I have been imitating her for a long time, but I still can't find a way to replace her. Jing Yuan, do you really think that I am similar to her in every aspect?"

At this moment, there seemed to be an almost insane aura in the depths of Lin Qian's green eyes, as hot and crazy as a burning flame.

However, in the next moment she suddenly started laughing, her laughter was clear and pleasant.

"Thinking back then, that blow of yours almost killed me."

As soon as Lin Qian finished her words, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked the table, which fell to the ground with a loud, dull sound.

Then, she moved and approached Jing Yuan.

Just when facing Jing Yuan, Lin Qian stretched out an arm and tightly grasped the collar of Jing Yuan's chest.

At the same time, the pen held in the other hand turned over as if by magic, revealing a hidden weapon at the tip of the pen that was as sharp as a knife and gleaming with cold light.

Lin Qian held the weapon in her hand and was about to stab Jing Yuan hard in the chest.