Chapter 989: Flirting until my legs are weak, just start

Lin Lang tightened his grip on her, his warm breath brushing against Yao Beina's ear. "Let me teach you how to empathize with others."

"Uh... Mr. Lin, do you always use this method to help our company's female artists empathize with others?"

Lin Lang chuckled softly, "You're gossiping again. Why are you always asking about me and other female artists?"

Yao Beina blushed and said with a pounding heart, "Director Lin, are you taking advantage of me?"

Lin Lang pulled a little further away, his eyes filled with a hint of both playfulness and seriousness.

He said solemnly, "I'm not taking advantage of you. I'm sacrificing my masculinity to give you a vivid lesson in emotional empathy."

Yao Beina wanted to push Lin Lang away, but just as she raised her hand, his arm tightened around hers. The sound of his strong heartbeat could be heard through the thin shirt, overlapping with her own panicked rhythm.

She leaned shyly in Lin Lang's arms, her voice trembling as she said, "Then...then tell me, I want to hear how you sacrifice male beauty to teach me to express my emotions while singing."

Lin Lang held Yao Beina in his arms, his nose touching the top of her head, and lowered his voice very low: "Now close your eyes and feel it."

Yao Beina's heart was about to jump out of her throat. She had never been hugged like this by a man before, and her breathing rhythm was completely messed up.

She tried to calm herself down, closed her eyes and said weakly, "Director Lin, I...what should I feel when I close my eyes now?"

Lin Lang hugged Yao Beina's soft body, breathing in her virgin fragrance, and said in a rolling throat, "Of course, close your eyes and feel your heartbeat."

Yao Beina leaned passively in Lin Lang's arms. She didn't know where to put her hands. She wanted to hug Lin Lang back but felt embarrassed, so she just hung in the air.

"Uh... Mr. Lin, my heart is beating so fast right now!"

Lin Lang chuckled softly: "Remember, this is the feeling of being moved."

Yao Beina courageously hugged Lin Lang back, nuzzling her nose against his chest as she immersively replied, "I remember it. So this is what it feels like to be heartbroken. It's such a wonderful feeling!"

Lin Lang's fingertips subconsciously caressed Yao Beina's waist as he continued in a serious tone, "If a female singer doesn't even know what it feels like to have a racing heartbeat, how can she sing the entanglement and passion in "A Lover Like Me"?"

Yao Beina smelled the faint fragrance lingering from Gu Ran on Lin Lang's body.

"Director Lin, you're saying that in order to sing a love song movingly, one must know what it feels like to have a racing heartbeat. Then, by holding Secretary Gu in your arms, what are you trying to teach her?"

"Uh... I'll teach Secretary Gu... teach her..." Lin Lang was speechless for a moment.

"Tell me, why can't you answer?" Yao Beina opened her blurry eyes and looked up at Lin Lang.

Lin Lang's fingertips paused on Yao Beina's waist for half a second, and a trace of panic of being exposed flashed in his eyes, which was then covered by a playful smile.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching her flushed cheek, and his voice was filled with a bit of silence as if he had been caught: "Secretary Gu? She doesn't need me to teach her this."

Yao Beina blinked, her eyelashes brushing against his chin, and asked with a hint of challenge: "Then what does she need you to teach her? Teach her...to close her eyes and feel her heartbeat while processing documents?"

"Puchi——" Lin Lang was amused by her, and the vibration of his chest was transmitted through their bodies, like a feather scratching his heart.

He raised his hand and pinched her burning earlobe. The contact of his fingertips made Yao Beina flinch nervously. "Can't you fill your little head with anything other than gossip?"

"I can pretend," Yao Beina looked up at Lin Lang, her eyes sparkling with a bit of reckless frankness, "I can hold back the little fireworks that exploded in my heart when you hugged me just now."

Lin Lang's breathing stagnated for half a second.

The sunlight slanted in through the blinds, casting bright and dark spots on Yao Beina's face, making even the shy blush seem particularly alluring.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he raised his hand to tuck a strand of hair from Yao Beina's cheek behind her ear. His fingertips accidentally brushed across her red cheeks: "Fireworks?"

"Well," Yao Beina's voice was as soft as cotton candy, "the crackling noise made me feel flustered and confused. I just realized now that you were taking advantage of me."

After hearing this, Lin Lang showed no intention of letting go of Yao Beina. He smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm not taking advantage of you. I'm just giving benefits to my employees."

Yao Beina's face flushed red, and she couldn't help but smile and said, "Director Lin, so I should thank you too?"

Lin Lang chuckled softly, his voice as deep as if soaked in alcohol. "Yes, as an employee, shouldn't we be in awe and grateful to our conscientious boss?"

"Mr. Lin, you are a conscientious boss, but why do you hug me so unscrupulously now that I feel like you are taking advantage of me?" Yao Beina's voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum, and it became smaller and smaller as she spoke.

The office fell silent, with only the sounds of their overlapping breathing and each other's frantic heartbeats.

"Nana, don't say such harsh words. I just admire your talent and want to give you some inspiration and enlightenment about love and heartbeat." Lin Lang raised his hand and stroked Yao Beina's red face, as if to comfort her, but also as if to tease her.

Yao Beina's heartbeat began to get out of control again. She opened her red lips slightly, and she couldn't help but want to kiss Lin Lang, but she didn't dare to, and lowered her head shyly.

"Director Lin, I... I'm already feeling the excitement. You... you can let me go now."

Lin Lang lowered his head, his gaze falling on Yao Beina's slightly open lips, and his Adam's apple moved again.

He didn't say anything, but slowly leaned down, his warm breath getting closer and closer, like a fine net, covering both of them.

The sweet fragrance in the air suddenly became thick and lingering, and it was hard to tell whether it was from her or the smile in his eyes.

Feeling that Lin Lang was about to kiss her and his mouth was getting closer and closer, Yao Beina wanted to push Lin Lang away, but her hands hugged Lin Lang tightly involuntarily, and she shyly closed her eyes.

However, she nervously closed her eyes and waited for several seconds, but Lin Lang did not kiss her.

Embarrassed.

Isn't this embarrassing?

At this moment, Yao Beina didn't know whether she should open her eyes or keep them closed.

Yao Beina felt very ashamed of the feeling of being easily controlled by her boss Lin Lang and being teased to the point of having her legs go weak. However, because she had never been in love before, she was very fond of this blushing and heart-pounding feeling.

"Uh..." Yao Beina slowly opened her hazy eyes and saw Lin Lang looking at her with a playful and smirk on his face. She felt ashamed and angry, and raised her pink fist to lightly hit Lin Lang's shoulder.

"Mr. Lin, you are so bad. You make me so embarrassed!" Yao Beina bit her lips shyly, and her little face couldn't help but become even redder.

Lin Lang, however, let go of Yao Beina in a serious manner, and said, playing hard to get, "Alright, my first 'heart-beating' themed lesson is over."

"Come to my office again tomorrow and I will teach you the second lesson." Lin Lang's voice returned to its usual calmness, but with an indescribable meaning.

Yao Beina, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, quickly retracted the hand that had just been hugging Lin Lang. She lowered her head and snapped her fingers, shyly saying, "Boss Lin, what are you going to teach me next?"

Lin Lang tactfully picked up the coffee cup on his desk, took a sip pretentiously, and then said, "In the next lesson, I'll teach you how to experience first love."

After hearing this, Yao Beina subconsciously raised her hand and touched her lips with her fingertips. Blushing and her heart pounding, she looked at Lin Lang and said, "Director Lin, I... I'm fully booked for tomorrow's schedule and don't have time. Can you give me an extra lesson today? I... I really want to improve."

After hearing this, Lin Lang choked on the coffee in his mouth, which he had not yet swallowed. He put down the coffee cup and started coughing.

"Mr. Lin, are you okay?" Yao Beina hurriedly patted Lin Lang's chest with her hand, but quickly retracted her hand because she touched his strong muscles.

After coughing a few times, Lin Lang looked at Yao Beina with a burning gaze and said, "Nana, last time when I was putting on your makeup backstage at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, I told you that when we're alone, you should just call me Brother Lang. It's so awkward to keep calling me Director Lin."

"Hehe...Okay, Brother Lang." Yao Beina smiled sweetly at Lin Lang with a blushing face.

"Nana, since you're busy tomorrow and don't have time, I'll give you an extra lesson today."

"The theme class of feeling first love is actually very simple. It is to let you, who have never been in love, feel the sweetness of first love. In the future, when you sing songs of this style, you can easily get into the mood." Lin Lang was still talking nonsense seriously.

Yao Beina nodded, not quite understanding, and said expectantly, "Okay, let's get started now."

Lin Lang's dirty hands naturally grabbed Yao Beina's fair and soft little hand and tickled her palm with his fingertips.

Yao Beina was shy and at a loss when Lin Lang held her hand and tickled her palm: "Uh... Brother Lang, your teaching is really unique."

Lin Lang said seriously, "The first step in falling in love always starts with holding hands, and the feeling of first love naturally starts with holding hands."

"Nana, how do you feel when I hold your hand?"

Yao Beina avoided Lin Lang's gaze and replied awkwardly, "I'm a little shy. My heart is beating fast and my palms are sweating."

Lin Lang felt the warmth of Yao Beina's palm on his fingertips. The delicate touch was like the melted water in a stream in early spring, gently flowing over his heart.

He stroked Yao Beina's delicate, boneless little hand, his gaze falling on her drooping eyelashes, which were tinged with a tiny bit of light. "You see, holding hands has this kind of magic. I just held your hand, and you already have the feeling of first love, don't you?"

Yao Beina's fingers curled up slightly, as if she wanted to pull them back, but then she quietly relaxed her strength.

She shyly held Lin Lang's hand, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "No, no, it's not that magical..."

Although she said so, Yao Beina's flushed cheeks and red ears betrayed her. The heat from the hand that Lin Lang was holding climbed up her arm, making her feel uneasy.