Ling Qianhe rapidly pieced together the fragments.
Lin Muci looked at the puppet she had once inhabited, and she could still calmly evaluate it for the system.
This puppet was thoroughly shattered. No wonder he had been so desperate back then, no wonder it took him three days and three nights to piece it back together!
The system was silent for a long time.
Only then did Lin Muci grant the system permission to speak.
The system sighed.
Who was arguing? You said that when he turned malevolent, he was indeed quite terrifying.
"I remember you, Host, whining pitifully on the bed. Although he brought it upon himself, tormenting you to the point of annihilation, seeing him like this now, it's also strangely endearing.
Lin Muci's cheeks instantly turned red.
Damn it.
She didn't—
She didn't whine pitifully at all!
The system, however, could understand Lin Muci's reaction and said cheerfully.
"Actually, Host, you didn't need to be so confrontational with him. If you're hard, he's even harder, so wouldn't it break? You need to use gentleness to overcome hardness."
Lin Muci felt the system was discussing some terrible topics!
She remained silent with a cold face.
Below, the director probably thought for a moment and then had the assistant come up to urge them.
Ling Qianhe had a cold expression. Lin Muci knew he was losing his temper and wanted to kick people out, but he held back.
He said.
"Give me ten minutes."
He sped up.
Lin Muci couldn't bear it. She squatted down, wanting to help him piece it together. Wasn't the principle the same as a jigsaw puzzle? As her finger touched it, she heard Ling Qianhe say.
"Don't touch her!"
Lin Muci rolled her eyes.
She offered good intentions but was met with ingratitude. She couldn't be bothered to manage this guy anymore!
Ling Qianhe's fingertips moved faster, but no matter how fast, thousands of fragments still couldn't be pieced together.
His fingertip was cut by a fragment, and blood flowed out.
He quickly covered his finger, afraid that blood would drip and stain the puppet's fragments.
Then he stood up.
Sweat beaded on the young man's black hair. His gaze was dark and unfathomable.
After a long moment, the young man said.
"Let's film in the bathroom first. They should have set it up."
But as he looked at Lin Muci.
Lin Muci shivered.
This brat must have ill intentions!
This was a shoot for a bathroom brand, and Ling Qianhe's home used the latest model from this top international brand.
That's why the shoot could take place in his bathroom.
Lin Muci actually felt a little shy when she saw the large bathtub inside, her cheeks faintly flushed.
The system clamored in her mind.
"Host, aren't you just being pushed into the bathtub for this and that—"
Before it could finish, Lin Muci directly muted it, preventing it from making any further sound.
Lin Muci's mind buzzed. Perhaps it was too many chaotic thoughts surging in. She closed her eyes and heard the director say.
"Are you ready?"
"We're about to start filming."
Lin Muci nodded.
She was ready.
Ling Qianhe took off his jacket, revealing his toned chest. The staff present let out a collective gasp.
The young man raised an eyebrow, his expression as usual, but he lowered his head to meet Lin Muci's eyes. Lin Muci avoided his gaze and said.
"Let's… let's film."
What was there to show off? She hadn't seen it before! She had even touched it with her own hands! It was hard, like a stone.
The cameraman frantically pressed the shutter!
The two of them were actually some distance apart, with no physical contact, but an indescribable, strangely ambiguous atmosphere floated in the air.
Lin Muci and Ling Qianhe were a meter apart.
But in everyone's eyes.
It felt like they could kiss passionately at any moment.
The young woman was pure, her cheeks slightly flushed. Ling Qianhe, whose emotions had not yet subsided, had reddened eyes, yet the filming effect was surprisingly good!
The director immediately shouted Cut!
"It's perfect!"
Ling Qianhe put on his jacket. He looked coldly at Lin Muci and then said.
"Get out of my villa, did you hear me?"
His outburst caught the staff off guard!
After all, Qianhe had always been good-tempered. Even the assistant was startled. She said.
"Qianhe, calm down. We've finished our work, and you can rest. I'll take her back to the television station now."
Lin Muci looked at his fingers. They were still bleeding. Lin Muci said.
"Get him a band-aid first."
Only she noticed this detail.
Everyone frantically searched for a band-aid for him.
Ling Qianhe was left alone in the bathroom. He looked at Lin Muci with reddened eyes. The shower suddenly sprayed hot water; it was unknown if someone had turned the main valve.
Steam filled the air, and the young man's face seemed to be obscured by the scorching mist. Lin Muci heard him say, as if mocking himself.
"How could I not know."
"She wouldn't come back."
"But…"
"I only had that little bit of hope left."
Lin Muci's heart trembled.
"Lin Muci, you're only eighteen this year, right?"
"Tell me, how can a person forget someone they loved at eighteen?"
"Moreover."
"It wasn't from eighteen that it all began."
He would never let go of the obsession that had spanned so many years; he would never let go, not in this life or the next!