Lin Muci felt her younger brother was a wolf.
She put on her clothes, only feeling sore all over, wanting to escape, but Ling Qianhe looked at her and asked.
Did you forget?
Today, the band is recording the second public performance. You still have a drum solo.
Lin Muci:
She gasped.
Can I not go?
The response was Ling Qianhe's cold sneer.
Lin Muci resigned herself to getting out of bed.
She knew that her sneaking away to see Feng Yuting had already sent this little brat into a frenzy. Forget it, forget it, no need to argue with this madman Ling Qianhe!
After the competition ended, Ling Qianhe took Lin Muci to the lounge.
Lin Muci had been full of spirit on stage just now, but after getting off stage, she felt like she couldn't even catch her breath, slumping into the chair.
The other musicians wanted to talk to Lin Muci, but Ling Qianhe glared them away.
His gaze was like cold knives.
Then Ling Qianhe raised his foot.
He slowly walked up to Lin Muci.
He reached out and lifted Lin Muci's chin.
Sister Muci?
His voice was soft.
Sweet.
Lin Muci felt a bit wary!
What trick was this little scoundrel planning now?
Ling Qianhe moved closer to her.
Sister Muci, hug me (*￣▽￣)((≧︶≦*).
Fine.
Is he a wolfdog now or a puppy?
Seamless transition.
Lin Muci didn't speak, and Ling Qianhe looked into her eyes, his voice soft and gentle.
Muci, are you still angry with me?
Because I did this and that to you?
But you took my pass to go find Feng Yuting, and I was really angry. That's why I treated you that way.
Tell me, Feng Yuting or me, who do you like?
Who do you want to be your boyfriend?
Lin Muci couldn't speak.
If she had to choose.
To be honest, she really didn't want to choose either!
Ling Qianhe was a little brat.
The kind that needed a good beating.
But now, she was under someone else's roof.
She had to bow her head.
Lin Muci said.
I choose you.
If it's Feng Yuting versus you, then I will definitely choose you.
The young man opposite her, hearing Lin Muci say that.
The corners of his lips curved slightly, revealing a cunning smile.
So Sister Muci likes me.
But he leaned closer, biting his lip, his little fangs faintly visible between his teeth.
He asked her.
Then why, if you like me, do you still want to leave me?
Why don't I believe a single word Sister Muci says?
Lin Muci was going crazy.
This little scoundrel.
What was he thinking!
He was aggressive and sharp-edged!
Then he grabbed Lin Muci's chin, looked at her rosy lips, and kissed her fiercely!
This young man almost gnawed at her lips.
The minty scent from his lips and teeth was clear.
Yet fierce and bloodthirsty.
As if wanting to devour her into his very bones!
Lin Muci's eyes widened, and her body involuntarily leaned back, but the young man held her waist.
This young man pecked at her lips, then whispered in her ear.
Muci's taste is really too good.
Lin Muci:
Little wolf cub!
Her waist was sore and her legs cramped.
And in her ear was his cool laughter, his voice carrying a clear minty tone that made her feel refreshed.
Then he said.
One time is not enough.
Lin Muci: Damn it!!!
Shameless little scoundrel!
She avoided his gaze and looked up at the big screen.
The TV was showing footage of Ling Qianhe's rehearsal.
On the TV screen, the young man's eyes were tinged with a hint of nonchalance, yet also a hint of ferocity.
He was clearly polite and respectful to his seniors offstage.
But when he stepped onto the stage.
He was in a league of his own!
He looked up.
He gripped the electric guitar in his hand.
Who says gods and demons block my way, I will break through the heavens, and all beings shall bow before me!
Fierce youth.
Killing intent sharp!
The sharpness in his brows and eyes almost formed a peerless painting.
During the performance, Lin Muci was only focused on her drums and didn't notice Ling Qianhe's expression.
And now, looking at his close-up on the big screen again, watching this young man holding the electric guitar, Lin Muci took a deep breath, with only one thought in her mind.
What a pure and noble young man!
Ling Qianhe was like the sharpest blade.
But you knew you would be cut and bleeding by him, yet you still gritted your teeth and offered your heart.
Letting him dismember it at will.
Lin Muci stared blankly.
She suddenly remembered the first time she saw Ling Qianhe in the orphanage.
A teenager, beaten bloody, covered in wounds, yet untamed and fierce.
Lin Muci, adhering to the principle of patience with the target, persistently followed him for a month, bringing him meals and medicine every day.
She wanted to have a saintly heart.
To convert this villainous brat!
However, halfway through the conversion, she ran away, and the little brat became even more malevolent.
Thinking of the past, Lin Muci only felt a headache!
Ling Qianhe turned off the TV and walked step by step in front of Lin Muci.
His fingertips brushed across Lin Muci's cheek.
Lin Muci felt a tingling sensation.
The young man leaned down, his fingertips caressing her lips.
Ling Qianhe looked at Lin Muci's somewhat evasive eyes and smiled.
What's wrong?
If you can go and offer yourself to Feng Yuting, why are you dodging me?
Ling Qianhe's fingers tightened, and he directly picked up Lin Muci horizontally!
Lin Muci's eyes widened!
Then she heard Ling Qianhe's low chuckle.
You're so light.
Ling Qianhe's fingers scraped slowly along her chin.
Lin Muci tilted her neck back.
She heard Ling Qianhe's voice, like a demon's whisper, resounding low in her ear.
Don't run.
Believe me, if you run again, you won't be able to bear the consequences.
Lin Muci took a deep breath.
This damned little scoundrel.
He was terrifyingly fierce!
He aggressively leaned into her ear and fiercely warned her!
If you run again.
I will truly go mad.