Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

The stone steps are wide, but they look quite old, with moss growing along the edges.

The steps are flanked by dense trees that rustle in the night breeze.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and catch up!"

Ma Ling's voice came from above.

Lin Yaodong looked up and saw that she had reached the middle of the steps and was looking back at him.

The night wind tousled her long hair, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks, which she casually tucked behind her ears.

The movement was simple, but she executed it with an effortless charm.

Lin Yaodong smiled and strode after him: "You're here."

He took two steps at a time and quickly caught up with Ma Ling.

The two walked side by side for a short distance. Lin Yaodong turned his head to look at her and found that her breathing was a little unsteady and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Sister Ling," he said, his tone teasing, "you brought me hiking so late at night? I thought there was some kind of surprise in store..."

He deliberately let a hint of disappointment show in his voice.

Ma Ling recognized his voice, stopped in her tracks, and turned to look at him.

From this angle, Lin Yaodong could clearly see the look in her eyes—a mixture of exhaustion and a hint of defiance after being provoked.

"Hehe~~" She laughed, her laughter ringing out clearly in the quiet mountains. "What's wrong? Can't walk anymore after only a short while?"

"You're the one who can't move now, aren't you?" Lin Yaodong stopped in front of her, looking down at her.

The two were very close, close enough that Lin Yaodong could smell her scent—the previous bitter orange and cedar scents had faded, replaced by the sweetness of tuberose, mixed with the slightly salty smell of sweat.

Her chest heaved with each breath, and beneath the neckline of her slit skirt, her snow-white skin gleamed delicately in the moonlight.

At that moment, Ma Ling suddenly had a strange feeling.

The young man in front of her—yes, in her eyes Lin Yaodong was a young man, handsome, with a touch of roguishness—stood before her, his back to the moonlight, his figure completely enveloping her.

In that instant, she seemed to see something deeper flash across his eyes.

That wasn't the look a 22-year-old boy should have; it was too calm, too commanding, like... a lurking hunter.

But when she blinked and looked more closely, Lin Yaodong still had that same face—sunny, handsome, with a half-smile on his lips, and his eyes filled with undisguised admiration for her body.

"It must be my imagination..." Ma Ling thought to herself.

Perhaps the moonlight was too dim, or perhaps she was just too tired.

She shook off that inexplicable feeling, her gaze falling on Lin Yaodong's muscular chest and broad shoulders. Suddenly, an idea struck her.

"How about you carry me on your back?" she said, her tone a mix of coquettishness and a matter-of-fact command.

Lin Yaodong looked her down.

From her bright eyes in the night, to her pert nose, to her slightly parted lips painted with lipstick, to the cleavage faintly visible below her neckline, then to the curves of her body tightly wrapped in her pencil skirt, and finally to her straight, long legs exposed from the slit.

His gaze was slow and careful, as if he were admiring a work of art.

Ma Ling could feel the weight of that gaze, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she slightly puffed out her chest, making her curves more pronounced.

"Sure," Lin Yaodong finally said, his voice devoid of emotion.

He handed the coffee in his hand to Ma Ling.

Ma Ling took it and held it in both hands.

Lin Yaodong turned around and squatted down in front of her.

"Come up."

Ma Ling looked at the broad back in front of her and a triumphant smile appeared on her lips.

She leaned over him, wrapped her arms around Lin Yaodong's neck, and pressed her soft breasts against his back without reservation.

I got the hang of it... but I squeezed in again...

The thought flashed through Lin Yaodong's mind, but he remained expressionless.

He reached behind him with both hands to support Ma Ling's thighs, preventing her from slipping off his back.

The touch beneath my palm was delicate and smooth, and the warmth of her skin, transmitted through the thin stockings, carried her body heat.

"She must use body lotion regularly..." Lin Yaodong thought.

A woman of this caliber, who is both rich and beautiful, probably takes even better care of herself than an average person would eat.

He used both hands to lift Ma Ling up slightly, adjusting her to a more comfortable position.

The movement was so sudden that Ma Ling was caught off guard and let out a short, startled cry: "Hey! What are you doing?"

Her body lurched forward due to inertia, her chest pressed even closer to Lin Yaodong's back, and the arms around his neck tightened.

Lin Yaodong looked completely innocent, but said in a serious tone, "Hold on tighter, or you'll slip."

He said "hug," not "carry on his back."

Ma Ling sensed the subtlety in his choice of words, but she didn't point it out. Instead, she pressed her face against his neck and softly said "Oh."

Her breath brushed against Lin Yaodong's ear, warm and carrying the lingering aroma of coffee.

Her hand, which wasn't holding the coffee, slid down from Lin Yaodong's neck, her fingers gently pressing against his chest, feeling his strong, powerful pectoral muscles through his clothes.

Wow, those are really well-developed pectoral muscles!

This woman is taking advantage of me again...

Both had their own thoughts, but neither voiced them.

High-level hunters appear as prey.

Lin Yaodong carried Ma Ling on his back and began to walk up the stone steps.

Despite carrying someone on his back, his steps remained steady, taking two steps at a time, even faster than when the two of them had walked together earlier.

Ma Ling lay on his back, feeling the muscles in his back rise and fall with each step, hearing his steady breathing, and smelling his clean scent.

It wasn't one of those random men's perfumes, but rather the scent of shower gel and laundry detergent—very refreshing, just like her first impression of him.

"Do you work out often?" Ma Ling asked, tracing circles on his chest with her finger.

"Occasionally," Lin Yaodong replied briefly.

"You can only train like this occasionally?" Ma Ling laughed, poking his pectoral muscles with her finger. "You're lying."

"He has great talent." Lin Yaodong said without changing his expression.

Ma Ling was amused and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her laughter muffled.

After she finished laughing, she suddenly quieted down, lying quietly with her face pressed against Lin Yaodong's neck, her eyes watching the receding stone steps and trees.

Lin Yaodong didn't say anything, focusing on climbing the mountain.

The stone steps are very long, winding upwards as if they have no end.

But Lin Yaodong was in good physical condition, his steps were steady, and his breathing was not even disordered.

After walking for a while, a wooden sign appeared next to the steps, with words painted in white on it.

Lin Yaodong glanced at it from the side.

Dieshitangshan Park.

He suddenly realized where he was.

Before coming to New Zealand and Australia, he did his research and knew that there were several tourist attractions here.

Dieshitangshan Park is one of them. It is said that there is a white marble Mazu statue at the top of the mountain, which is the tallest in Asia and is very popular with worshippers.

But that was during the day.

There shouldn't be many people here at night.

After walking for a few more minutes, they could faintly hear voices ahead.

Lin Yaodong looked up and saw the outline of the mountaintop platform, as well as a few scattered figures on the platform.

There were quite a lot of people... to his surprise.

How can we even play like this? Is it going to be broadcast live...?