Chapter 8 Ling Qianhe's Blackening Value Cannot Be Saved

Five hours later.

The dance studio.

Lin Muxiu began to regret her previous thoughts.

How could she have been so naive!

To think this little brat wasn't too terribly blackened yet?

Ling Qianhe had just finished filming the opening dance for the dance variety show he was a mentor for.

The youth walking off the stage.

The loose strands of hair on his forehead were all damp with sweat.

But the more so, the more beautiful he looked.

As if bathed in a shimmering light.

Ling Qianhe tilted his head up, looking at Lin Muxiu. Lin Muxiu, clutching her water bottle, stared at the youth before her and couldn't help but swallow.

"Qianhe, you, you..."

"Want to go change your clothes?"

The opening dance had been too intense.

His top had been torn to shreds by the dancers he collaborated with, revealing perfectly sculpted abs.

And now, this little wolf cub was gazing at Lin Muxiu with an aggressive intensity.

The staff left after filming, leaving only Ling Qianhe and Lin Muxiu in the dance studio.

As his personal assistant, Lin Muxiu was responsible for his daily life.

Unless there were special needs.

Like his stage work.

Otherwise, she had to be by his side twenty-four hours a day.

Ling Qianhe then strode over to Lin Muxiu and threw an arm around her!

Lin Muxiu's heart skipped a beat. The youth lowered his head, a powerful and domineering aura radiating from him.

In the dance studio, Lin Muxiu was pinned against the wall by him.

*Bang*

Damn it! This brat was going to give her a concussion!

Then she heard the little wolf cub mumbling as he nuzzled her neck.

And then he called out.

"Muxiu jiejie, I'm thirsty."

Lin Muxiu tightened her grip on the plastic bottle. She took a deep breath.

"I know, I know. If you're thirsty, here..."

She tried to hand the plastic bottle in her hand to Ling Qianhe.

Ling Qianhe's eyelashes trembled slightly. He directly reached out and knocked the plastic bottle from Lin Muxiu's palm.

*Clack!*

The mineral water bottle hit the dance studio floor with a heavy thud!

The youth rubbed against her neck again and again, his voice like a whisper, yet lingering in her ears.

Her heart.

Felt as if he had grasped it.

He leaned close to her ear.

And spoke with the hottest breath.

"I'm not thirsty for *that*."

"I'm dying of thirst, do you know that?"

Lin Muxiu's heart was beating extremely fast.

The delicate and beautiful boy pressed close to her body. She heard him say.

"Do you want to touch me?"

Ahhh! Lin Muxiu dared not!

She just wanted to escape!

The youth lowered his gaze slightly.

His black hair was wet, obscuring half of his eyes.

But the more so, the more seductive he looked!

He leaned closer to Lin Muxiu's body, pressing his palm against her shoulder, forcing Lin Muxiu to meet his gaze.

Lin Muxiu's eyes widened.

She felt like she was about to be driven crazy by this aggressive little brat!

Then, the exquisite and beautiful youth suddenly seemed to have discovered a treasure.

He lowered his head, and his hot lips suddenly met hers.

Lingering.

Demanding.

Frantic plundering.

His lips were so hot.

Like a ball of fire, Lin Muxiu felt dizzy!

She couldn't see his eyes clearly at all. She felt as if she had fallen into a mist. After an unknown amount of time, she felt like she was about to suffocate.

Then, the little wolf cub finally released her lips.

His voice carried a hint of a light laugh.

Lingering in her ear like a wisp of smoke.

He said.

"I'm not thirsty anymore."

"You're so sweet."

Lin Muxiu:

Damn it! She was thirsty!

Was this little brat this wild?

So wild that she could barely handle it! Ahhh!