Lin Muci felt like she was suffocating.
After the car broke down, the heater stopped working.
The temperature inside the car plummeted.
Lin Muci’s lips turned blue from the cold. Outside, the snow continued to fall. She cursed silently, while Ling Qianhe glanced at her and quickly took off his black down jacket to give to her.
Lin Muci looked up in a daze.
“Aren’t you cold?”
Ling Qianhe didn’t waste words with her, directly enveloping her in his large black down jacket.
He was only wearing a thin black sweater underneath. His fair palm brushed past her side, and she could see the veins on the back of his hand.
He was thin and pale, with impossibly good skin, so fair it was almost translucent. Yet, his features were deep and handsome, and his dark eyes could pull one into an endless vortex.
He was the one who was captivating.
He draped the down jacket over her, wrapping her up tightly like a zongzi, then Ling Qianhe let out a light hum.
“Cold?”
“What’s there to be cold about? I’m a man, I’m not afraid of the cold.”
“It’s you, running around wearing so little.”
His words were laced with sarcasm and a hint of mockery.
“Your fans told you to wear long johns, and you just ignored them?”
Lin Muci was extremely displeased.
“How did you see my comment section?”
Ling Qianhe’s reply was quite reasonable.
“The comment section is public; anyone can see it.”
Lin Muci sniffled. Ling Qianhe’s down jacket still held his body heat and the scent of his cologne, mixed with his own minty fragrance, which made her relax completely.
Many times, when they were intimately entangled, he would bite her lips, and their mouths would be tinged with blood. He seemed to want to embed himself deep within her—
So she was all too familiar with that taste, with his scent.
Just wearing his clothes brought back memories in an instant. She lowered her head, her voice a mere murmur.
“Qianhe…”
Ling Qianhe looked at her, interrupting the surge of her thoughts.
“If you’re still cold, I’ll take you out to find a car to take us away. We can’t stay in this car. The temperature inside is still dropping, this road isn’t a main road, and the signal here is terrible. By the time people find us based on our location, I’m afraid you won’t be able to hold on.”
Lin Muci felt a little panicked.
“Go out?”
Ling Qianhe hummed. He glanced at the girl beside him, who looked particularly small wrapped in his down jacket, then he grabbed her wrist.
“If you believe me, then come with me.”
…
Snowflakes landed one by one on Ling Qianhe’s black sweater.
His profile was cold and clear, his lips pale.
He must be very cold.
The system had already alerted her.
“Ling Qianhe’s body temperature is still dropping, it has fallen below the alert line, and his life value has begun to decrease.”
Lin Muci was quite angry.
“Isn’t he asking for it? If he hadn’t tricked me into the car and interrogated me, we wouldn’t be stuck in this godforsaken place in this blizzard—if the temperature is really minus ten degrees Celsius, staying outdoors for a long time can be fatal!”
But she also felt quite sorry for Ling Qianhe.
It was pitch black in the distance; the streetlights seemed to have stopped supplying power due to the heavy snow. Line failure, the dark road stretched endlessly.
Lin Muci was thinking about what to do in this situation. Would it seem too abrupt and strange to exchange for two warming pills from the system for emergencies?
Then she saw car headlights suddenly illuminate in the distance.
She got excited.
“Someone’s coming!”
The car lights grew closer.
In the blinding light, she couldn’t make out the license plate. Only when the car approached could she see clearly.
It was also a black sedan.
A Rolls-Royce with the license plate LmC52, and Lin Muci gasped, her scalp tingling slightly.
She knew whose car it was.
Feng Yuting!
Why would he be here?
The most crucial question was, Feng Yuting’s license plate seemed to be deliberately opposing Ling Qianhe’s license plate, mC520.
Ling Qianhe’s eyelashes trembled slightly. He leaned close to Lin Muci’s cheek, his voice by her ear colder than the ice and snow in the freezing wind.
“Still saying you’re not my Muci sister?”
“The woman who can attract Feng Yuting. In this world, there has only ever been her.”
Passive trigger skill, always effective!
Lin Muci gasped. Oh my god, she truly had no idea what was going on!
But in the cold wind, looking at the car, she suddenly felt a headache about the situation.
She—
Should she choose to get into Feng Yuting’s car?
In the cold winter night, if she missed this car, she didn’t know how long she would have to wait.
Lin Muci hesitated, and the car lights began to flash. Ling Qianhe snorted beside her.
He was only wearing a thin black sweater, and she remembered the system saying his life value was decreasing.
Lin Muci gritted her teeth, intending to return the down jacket and get into the car, but Ling Qianhe grabbed her wrist, lowered his head, and asked in her ear.
“Trying to run away again?”
“Going to that old man Feng Yuting?”
Lin Muci gasped.
Has this brat decided to extort her?
Besides, Feng Yuting was only thirty, in his prime, so he wasn’t exactly an old man.
But Ling Qianhe stared at her coldly through gritted teeth. In the winter night, she felt a chill run down her neck. She mumbled softly.
“It’s better than both of us getting sick from the cold and ending up in the hospital, isn’t it?”
She thought her reasoning was quite sound.
Ling Qianhe, however, held her and refused to let go.
The window of the black sedan rolled down, revealing Feng Yuting’s stern and handsome face.
He looked at Ling Qianhe and snorted.
“Ling Qianhe, have you found a new flame so quickly?”
“What, have you already forgotten about your Muci sister?”
“If you’re no longer interested in that woman, then hand her over to me so I can marry her!”
The moment he said this.
Ling Qianhe tightened his grip on Lin Muci’s hand even more forcefully.
But his gaze was cold as he looked at the person opposite him.
“You’re dreaming!”
The wind and snow raged.
Lin Muci’s head started to ache again. So, wandering between different men had its consequences!
Feng Yuting sneered.
“Ling Qianhe, aren’t you already embracing another girl? What, do you think this one is younger? You acted so deeply in love, I thought you were really willing to go through fire and water for your Muci sister. If she knew you had a new girlfriend so quickly, what would she think?”
“Do you deserve her?”
“She sacrificed so much for you back then…”
Lin Muci felt a bit awkward.
In this melodramatic love triangle, she was the real heroine.
She was Ling Qianhe’s Muci sister.
But precisely because of that, hearing Feng Yuting talk about how she had done this and that for Ling Qianhe before, she felt her cheeks flush.
How could it be so awkward! Ling Qianhe heard every word, his fingertips slowly caressing her palm.
An itch spread from her palm to her chest, and she wished she could crouch down and bury her head in the snow like an ostrich.
Ling Qianhe held her and refused to let go.
His gaze at Feng Yuting was like looking at an idiot.
“Yes, she likes me and is willing to sacrifice for me. Are you unhappy about that?”
What a smug, arrogant man!
Just shut up, all of you.
The two men were in a fierce confrontation… Lin Muci couldn’t stand the awkward and strange atmosphere any longer. She weakly raised her hand, trying to mediate.
“Gentlemen, perhaps we should get in the car and talk?”
Feng Yuting’s cold sneer, however, did not cease.
Ling Qianhe turned to look at her.
“Even if I die, I won’t let you leave me!”
Feng Yuting was sarcastically chiming in from the side.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your Muci sister hears this, how heartbroken she must be. Ling Qianhe, you have no heart at all! Hand her over, and I will definitely marry her and cherish and dote on her, and I will never let her near you ungrateful wretch again!”
Then Ling Qianhe, filled with jealousy, tightened his grip on Lin Muci’s hand, not letting go.
The two men, being people of status, behaved like fighting roosters in the heavy snow.
Lin Muci’s head throbbed. She was already feeling a bit dizzy, and the cold wind blew, making her sneeze.
Ling Qianhe pursed his lips.
Then, after a moment, he said reluctantly.
“Take us to the Lin family villa.”
Feng Yuting snorted.
“Do you think I’m a chauffeur?”
Ling Qianhe looked at him.
“Feng Yuting, don’t forget that piece of land at Tiandi Yihao Yuan is now a hot potato for you. You’re eager to find someone to take it off your hands, aren’t you?”
If he hadn’t mentioned it, Feng Yuting’s face would have turned even more ashen.
“Hmph.”
“Damn little brat. Ling Qianhe, don’t think you can get away with anything. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your Muci sister. You and your paramour can freeze in the cold wind!”
“Do you think she has no heart and won’t be sad? If she saw you hugging other women… Ling Qianhe, why are you betraying a girl who sacrificed so much for you?”
He rolled up his car window.
Then he sped away.
Lin Muci was stunned. Why wasn’t he playing by the rules? Ahhh!
Don’t go!
She is Lin Muci, sob sob!
Ling Qianhe looked at her stupefied expression, then whispered into her ear.
“Muci sister, your President Feng didn’t suspect you at all.”
“You acted so well.”
“Yes, besides me, who could believe the miracles that happened to you.”
“Since a doll can become a real person, then you changing bodies also seems possible.”
“As long as I am willing to believe… anything is possible.”
He held her. Despite wearing only a thin sweater, his body was burning hot against hers.
“I won’t let you go. I will definitely find out the truth. To prove you are my Muci sister.”
“We still have a very long time, we can take it slow.”
“As long as I’m alive, I will always be entangled with you!”
His fingertips tightened on her body, and Lin Muci’s head felt like it would split. She wanted to cry.
How could she escape Ling Qianhe’s obsessive grip!