The awards ceremony concluded, and after a long day, Ling Qianhe walked briskly beside Lin Muci, asking her meaningfully,
"Want to discuss the script?"
Lin Muci started, glancing around. Yang Weiyang and the others had already walked ahead of her.
It was too late to seek help now.
Lin Muci looked at him with extreme caution.
"Where do you want to discuss the script?"
Ling Qianhe chuckled softly.
"The usual place."
Lin Muci certainly didn't want to agree.
But the system tempted her in her mind.
"Host, don't you want to know—what kind of medicine Ling Qianhe is taking?"
This made Lin Muci pause.
Yes.
The system had mentioned before that Ling Qianhe was taking medicine.
She really did want to find out what medicine Ling Qianhe was taking.
...
Ling Qianhe's villa was still brightly lit.
As she went upstairs, Ling Qianhe took off his suit jacket.
The upstairs was heated, warm as spring. Lin Muci wanted to wait for him to shower so she could search for his medicine bottles by the bedside.
Ling Qianhe glanced at her and walked into the bathroom.
Her heart beat rapidly.
His cabinet was very clean.
There was nothing, no suspected pills!
Lin Muci couldn't help but complain to the system.
"Are you sure Ling Qianhe is taking medicine?"
The system asserted its innocence!
"I guarantee it! Ling Qianhe is definitely taking medicine."
Lin Muci could only continue searching.
She searched until she was sweating, and after an unknown amount of time, Lin Muci heard a low laugh by her ear.
"What are you looking for?"
Lin Muci turned around abruptly, almost bumping into Ling Qianhe's nose.
She gasped and stared into Ling Qianhe's eyes, widened. He hooked a finger and then took out a small box from his close-fitting pants pocket.
"Are you looking for this?"
Lin Muci looked at him.
White, round pills.
In front of Lin Muci, he opened the medicine box, then took a glass of warm water and swallowed the pill.
Lin Muci's eyes widened, and she reached out to snatch the pill from his palm, but it was too late.
Ling Qianhe continued to gaze at Lin Muci with deep eyes.
Lin Muci heard Ling Qianhe's voice.
"Are you very worried about me taking medicine?"
Lin Muci looked at him.
Her eyes were still full of confusion. After a moment, she suddenly realized.
"You—you're not… impotent, are you?"
Ling Qianhe approached her step by step.
"Let's try, and you'll know if I am or not."
What kind of suggestive words were these?
He…
He might have been capable before, but not now.
Lin Muci took a few steps back, only to bump into the floor lamp behind her and nearly fall.
He reached out and grabbed Lin Muci's shoulder, seeming to sigh.
"Don't worry, it's not an aphrodisiac."
Lin Muci licked her lips; she was extremely nervous.
"Then… then what kind of medicine is it?"
She raised her eyes to look into Ling Qianhe's eyes.
Ling Qianhe's eyes reflected a dazed image of herself.
Ling Qianhe's fingertips slowly brushed across her lips, then lowered his head as if to gather the sweetness from her lips, and then he said.
"Medicine to reduce sperm vitality."
"I was afraid Madam Ling would tamper with me. So, for a long time, I've been taking this medicine."
"Don't worry, this medicine has no side effects. It just prevents her from using methods to have a few children through surrogacy using my sperm."
Lin Muci swallowed, then stammered, asking him.
"Doesn't that equate to infertility? Madam Ling, does she… does she know you're doing this?"
The smile on his lips didn't diminish; he just kissed her lips a couple more times. Lin Muci heard Ling Qianhe speak in a low voice.
"Her?"
"She doesn't know for the time being."
His fingertips slowly brushed the stray hairs on her forehead.
"But I'm starting to regret it and considering whether to stop the medication."
Lin Muci wanted to cover his mouth, but Ling Qianhe grabbed her wrist and then leaned into her ear, deliberately asking her.
"Do you prefer a son or a daughter?"
Lin Muci pushed him away.
"Don't be delusional. I won't have a baby with you."
Ling Qianhe nodded.
"I know, you said so. You want to focus on your career."
Lin Muci glared at Ling Qianhe suspiciously. The smile on his lips was faint, alluring without being overt.
Then he leaned into her ear. The scent of shower gel still clung to him, and the heat from his body surged towards her, making her cheeks feel hot again.
"Are you really unwilling to create a couple with me?"
"Everyone enjoys watching it."
Lin Muci felt Ling Qianhe was simply shameless.
"Not at all!"
Beneath his bathrobe, large areas of bare skin were exposed, along with his muscular chest. The more Lin Muci looked, the hotter her cheeks felt, her breathing becoming rapid. She turned her face away, but her palm was held firmly by him.
"I know, Sister Muci likes men with good physiques. Do you really want to touch?"
As if by instinct.
She was caught by his palm.
He held her wrist and then touched it.
It…
Was quite pleasant to touch.
Lin Muci regretted having impure thoughts in her heart, while Ling Qianhe looked up. He looked into Lin Muci's eyes, and Lin Muci heard Ling Qianhe ask her.
"Sister Muci, do you want to kiss me?"
He tilted his head back, his eyes full of mist.
Ling Qianhe annoyed her again.
"Ling Qianhe, can you stop pushing your luck?"
His voice was both alluring and husky. He stood beside her, clingy.
"Is this… considered pushing my luck?"
Behind them was a large bed.
He leaned into her ear.
"I lied at the awards ceremony."
"I said, if it weren't for the awards ceremony, I'd want to stay awake for three days and three nights."
"That was a lie."
"I was thinking, I wouldn't get tired even after seven days and seven nights."
Lin Muci couldn't help but kick him.
"Ling Qianhe, you really are a dreamer! I won't let you succeed! Ling Qianhe, you damn scoundrel, you… you…"
Ling Qianhe's smile bloomed in his eyes.
"What about me?"
Lin Muci took a deep breath and instantly looked aggrieved.
"Get lost!"
She had intended to kick Ling Qianhe but not only did she fail to hit him, but she also lost her balance.
Her whole body fell towards the large bed. The young man in front of her leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"It seems Sister Muci is a very proactive person."
Lin Muci stared at Ling Qianhe with wide eyes.
Ling Qianhe's fingertips slowly traced her body.
Like unwrapping the most precious gift.
She looked at him blankly.
Her eyes flowed, bright and alluring.
His heart seemed to melt into her gaze. He lowered his head, kissing her eyelashes, her chin, her collarbone, his voice clear and seductive, intoxicating.
"Sister Muci, don't be afraid."
"I will… be very careful."