When Yang Weiyang returned to rest, Lin Muci looked at herself in the practice room mirror, drenched in sweat.
She wouldn't be able to sleep like this.
Fortunately, this body was young and could still endure.
She decided to take off her training clothes, wearing only a camisole, waiting for the dance instructor. Behind her, a deep, obscure voice sounded.
Low.
Yet with a hint of the clear purity unique to a youth.
"You are wasting your efforts."
"The cameras won't be on late at night, no one will know you spent the entire night teaching a lagging trainee. If you think this will get you into the main broadcast, to cleanse your reputation, you are living in a fantasy."
Lin Muci didn't turn around. The young girl looked at herself in the mirror, her hair matted with sweat. She said.
"I know."
"I'm not helping her to cleanse my reputation. I just want to help her. Can't I?"
From the mirror, she could see who was walking behind her.
It was Ling Qianhe.
The youth walked step by step, slowly approaching her.
His expression was serene, an indescribable light surging in his eyes. He turned his head, looking at the girl in the camisole, his gaze suddenly stopping.
On her shoulder.
There was a hickey.
Although it was already faint.
It was still clearly visible, a mark from being fiercely bitten!
He pursed his lips.
The youth's Adam's apple bobbed, and then he asked her.
"That night, was it you?"
"Why did you say she would never come back?"
He had avoided calling her name before.
But now, the youth's breathing quickened!
He advanced step by step. Lin Muci's back was against the mirror, and she was forced to tilt her head up to meet his eyes, eyes as beautiful as a starry sky, yet harboring turbulent waves.
She looked into his eyes, listening to his voice, like wisps of smoke, as if squeezed from between his teeth.
"Lin Muci, who exactly are you?"
The young girl smiled.
She was neither humble nor arrogant.
Looking at the man who seemed to have lost control before her.
She said.
"I am Lin Muci, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, contestant number eighteen, eighteen years old this year."
Ling Qianhe quickly interrupted her.
"That's not what I'm asking!"
Lin Muci's eyelashes fluttered like dancing butterflies.
"That's all I can tell you."
The youth's face was extremely grim, like a volcano about to erupt!
He moved closer to her, and the girl before him exuded a faint, ethereal orchid scent. Ling Qianhe's head suddenly felt as if it would split open.
He bit his lip, a faint metallic taste of blood blooming in his mouth. He lowered his head, looking at her lips, looking at her eyes...
A moment of daze.
She didn't look like her at all!
Nothing about her was right!
Yet he still couldn't help but think of his Mu Ci sister!
The youth's expression was dark and heavy, like mist.
The young girl, however, reached out her hand. Her delicate, smooth fingertips traced his cheek, his jawline. She heard the girl tell him in a calm tone.
"No matter who you are thinking of, I am me."
"I will not become the person you imagine."
"Didn't she already get completely ruined by you?"
Ling Qianhe furrowed his brows deeply and gasped!
His handsome, indifferent face was covered with an overwhelming wave of pain!
His Adam's apple bobbed, the fingers gripping her shoulders trembling. Yet the girl still looked at him with innocent eyes, and she asked him.
"Instructor, you get hurt too?"
"Aren't you the most perfect and successful idol in history?"
"Don't you always keep your emotions in check?"
"You would cry, get sad, feel upset, and be heartbroken over losing someone?"
"Do you also care?"
The system let out a sharp intake of breath in Lin Muci's mind!
When it comes to ruthlessness.
It's still the host who's the most ruthless.
This knife she's handing over is like slowly slicing Ling Qianhe's heart!
Ling Qianhe seemed to be frozen. He was so handsome and exquisite.
But now, he was as stiff as a flawless wax statue, unable to move.
He looked at the girl before him, and Lin Muci reached for her jacket, saying.
"Instructor, you mistook me for someone else that night. What happened, I can pretend it never happened."
"But I hope you will stop bothering me."
"Can you do that?"
Ling Qianhe hadn't expected to be counter-attacked by this young girl!
She actually said he was bothering her?
Ling Qianhe's dark eyes looked at her deeply.
She put on her clothes, raised her eyes, her expression clear and bright. She pointed at her shoulder and then said.
"I do not like people like you at all."
"You are truly annoying."
"Ling Qianhe."
"If I were the person you liked, I would definitely escape from your side at all costs!"
He remained silent.
His dark eyes were cold.
Lin Muci sneered and turned away. She heard the system shouting in her mind. Da Feng Novel Network
"Host, Ling Qianhe's favorability has increased by ten points!"
"It's ten points now! How did you manage that? Shouldn't he be hating you to death?"
Lin Muci replied to the system in her mind, her voice resolute.
"He's just asking for a beating!"