Lin Muci hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself.
She couldn't just tell Ling Qianhe.
"In the original plot, you were the villain..."
Saying that, it was obvious Ling Qianhe would turn completely malevolent.
She felt like picking up a knife and killing the system.
The little system also tremblingly reminded her in her mind.
"Absolutely, absolutely do not tell him!"
"Absolutely do not tell him he's a villain. By saying that, aren't you just sending him down the path of world destruction, with no turning back?"
But Lin Muci didn't say anything.
However, she truly couldn't resist Ling Qianhe's exceptional intelligence. Ling Qianhe let out a soft hum, a rebellious and cold smile surfacing at the corners of his lips, then Ling Qianhe spoke.
"What, can't speak now?"
"Afraid I'll find out?"
"So, the reason you were initially Feng Yuting's fiancée was because he was actually your original mission target?"
"Then what do I count for in your heart?"
"Just a game?"
"You just wanted to toy with me, your younger brother, and didn't expect me to fall in love with you?"
"Is that right?"
Lin Muci wanted to explain.
But the man opposite her directly waved his hand.
"No need for explanations."
His gaze was deep as he stared at her cheek. Lin Muci felt like she was being stared through, as if with a single glance, he could start a fire from wood.
He opened the car door, then picked up Lin Muci.
"No need to explain."
"Some things are better done."
"Much better than said."
"You know what the best explanation is."
Lin Muci's eyes widened.
The best explanation.
What was it?
Why didn't she understand?
The little system couldn't bear to watch; even it, the bystander, understood!
Lin Muci was held by him. In the private elevator, only Ling Qianhe and she were present. Ling Qianhe lowered his head, looking at her flushed earlobes with great satisfaction. He leaned close to her ear and asked her maliciously.
"Have we ever tried... in an elevator?"
Lin Muci coughed, Help... help!
She was about to choke on her own saliva!
Ling Qianhe leaned close to her ear, leaving a light kiss on her earlobe. But her entire body, from her chest to her earlobes, had turned pink.
Ling Qianhe, this guy, was too good at seducing. But this was... this was...
"Someone might see!"
Ling Qianhe, however, said.
"No one will. This area is already private. It's locked from the outside, no one can see, don't worry."
As he spoke, he walked forward with Lin Muci in his arms.
The door opened automatically. The familiar villa, the familiar scent. Incense was lit in the room, and the projector displayed their double dance.
The atmosphere was set.
Ling Qianhe's fingertips traced her jaw inch by inch. She heard him say.
"When I was choreographing, all I thought of was you."
"My song 'Gorgeous Doll,' written many years ago, was for you."
"So I think, perhaps that's why heaven took pity on me and sent you back to my side."
Lin Muci remembered that song. It was Ling Qianhe's breakthrough hit.
"So a song really does need a lot of emotion poured into it to sound good."
"After you left five years ago, I thought of you day and night. I couldn't understand how you could be so heartless as to abandon me."
"Later, I discovered Feng Yuting couldn't find you either. I found that all traces of you in this world seemed to have been erased—I was very worried, worried you were just a dream of mine."
"From this perspective, I should thank Feng Yuting. Precisely because he, like me, was constantly searching for you, I was able to confirm it wasn't just my dream."
"I was afraid of forgetting you, so I thought of you tens of thousands of times every day."
"Dancing on stage, reaching the extreme, feeling like I would die on stage the next second, in the brilliant rainbow, I only saw you."
Ling Qianhe.
He was sensitive and fragile.
As a child.
Ling Qianhe had personally witnessed his mother's death, which had led to his tormented personality.
Yet, he had shattered his fragile and sensitive self, forging himself into a top idol reborn from the ashes with the edge of a blade.
When he stood on stage, enjoying the worship and admiration of thousands, his heart remained empty, like a grassland scorched by wildfire.
His heart was a blank slate.
He only wanted revenge.
But Lin Muci was precisely the person who could fill the void deep within his heart.
He could only embrace her.
Kiss her madly.
Collide with her intimately.
He could believe that he was truly alive.
Lin Muci was held by him. He seemed particularly emotional today. The usually silent man's heart seemed to have a crack, through which a ray of memory shone.
"The first time I saw you, wasn't it at the orphanage? I thought this woman was too troublesome."
"Clumsy. Burning herself while cooking."
"Her attempts to please me were too deliberate. Such a fool."
Lin Muci glared at him. Da Feng Novel Network.
"How old were you then!?"
"And how could you have thought I... was a fool?"
Ling Qianhe chuckled.
"I thought you were someone sent by Madam Ling to monitor me."
Lin Muci was speechless.
After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but become curious.
"Then, when did you... when did you realize I wasn't sent by Madam Ling to monitor you?"
Ling Qianhe's answer surprised her.
"I always thought so. Until five years later—"
He paused for a moment.
But then he apologized.
"It's my fault."
Between him and Lin Muci, it was indeed his fault. "Thank goodness you're back."
"Otherwise, I would have gone to find you after getting my revenge."
"I didn't know where you were, but I assumed you were no longer in this world, so I would have left this world to find you."
He didn't seem to fear anything.
Indeed.
Every second he lost her.
He lived worse than death.
What else did he have to fear?
He chuckled, then leaned down and kissed her lips.
"I was jealous today."
"So, I might be very fierce."
"Are you... prepared?"
Lin Muci's face was flushed.
Ah—this damned man!
But.
The way Qianhe said it was surprisingly dominant!
Wuwuwu, a villain is a villain, and sleeping with him is also fierce!