CHAPTER 531: CHAPTER 529: HOOKED

At the start of the program, the group of three had marched in with a blustery momentum as if ready to brawl. They spent less than five minutes in the studio before their formation completely changed as they came out.

Shi Koufan led the way at the front, while Qi Ming and Ning Li huddled in the middle, shivering and cuddling for warmth; Wen Qiao and Lin Luang brought up the rear.

If it weren’t for having Lin Luang by her side, Wen Qiao would have definitely teased the two little pitiful ones ahead of her, who looked ready to scream at the slightest rustle.

"Sister Wen Qiao, you’re not very scared now, are you?"

Wen Qiao was idly admiring the student paintings on the wall when she suddenly heard Lin Luang ask this question, and for a moment, she was at a loss for a response.

She hesitated, then managed a weak smile, "It’s okay, no worries. You don’t need to keep an eye on me all the time. I’m not as cowardly as you imagine."

Lin Luang frowned, seeing Wen Qiao’s strained front, and felt somewhat helpless that he couldn’t do anything.

Wen Qiao stole a glance at him, pursed her lips, and struggled to suppress the corners of her mouth from turning up.

A little brother is still a little brother, an extremely naive one unschooled in the ways of the world, and so easily fooled.

He had a clean appearance and a tall, upright figure, with a sensitivity that surpassed his peers.

She could tell that Lin Luang truly cared about her feelings without any intent to hog the camera.

In contrast, her own motives were not quite so pure.

Caught in a second-long struggle between returning to the right path or persisting in her mistake, Wen Qiao resolutely opted for the latter.

To not take advantage of such a tender piece of "meat" would surely invite divine punishment.

Adhering to the principle of taking advantage of an opportunity, Wen Qiao continued to maintain her pitiful persona.

She sighed and said nonchalantly, "It’s nothing; I’m the only girl in this show, and usually, they don’t see me as a girl. I can bear with it and get past it."

Wen Qiao walked forward with her head down and hands behind her back, but her peripheral vision never left Lin Luang, observing his reaction.

Lin Luang seemed to be struggling with something. After hearing her say this, he seemed to make up his mind about something and extended his hand in front of her, "Sister, if you’re really scared, grab my sleeve. It always makes my sister feel better when she holds onto me."

The boy’s hand looked long and strong, with nails neatly trimmed short and rounded. Facing up, you could see a layer of sweat glistening on his palm upon closer inspection.

He must be nervous.

Wen Qiao curled her lips, and when she looked up, her smile was contained, slightly embarrassed, "Ah, would this be a bad influence on you?"

"No," Lin Luang shook his head, "Taking care of my sister is the right thing to do."

"Since that’s the case, then okay."

The little brother was really supportive, biting the bait so quickly.

Wen Qiao raised her hand, and just as she was about to grab his sleeve, she deftly turned her wrist and let her fingers lightly brush across his palm.

A tickling numbness shot straight from his palm to his forehead, and Lin Luang instinctively clenched his hand, grabbing at air.

Wen Qiao pinched Lin Luang’s sleeve between her index finger and thumb, looking up with a smile, "There, now I’m not scared anymore."

Seeing Lin Luang stare blankly at her, Wen Qiao shook his arm, "What’s the matter? Daydreaming?"

"Ah?" Lin Luang came to his senses, realizing his gaffe, and his face flushed red, "No, no, nothing."

Wen Qiao acted as if she hadn’t noticed anything amiss, and smiled casually, "Then let’s hurry up."