Chapter 115: This Is My First Kiss

After hearing this, Jiang Muye couldn't believe it.

"What did you say?" Jiang Muye's voice instantly went hoarse. "You don't like me anymore?"

"No, I really do like you, but… you don't love me." Leng Ruoli raised her face, looking at Jiang Muye with a heated gaze. "A kiss doesn't lie."

Then Leng Ruoli said with certainty, "You're still a ways off from truly liking me. What I want to wait for is real feelings, not pity."

His kiss was cold.

Although Leng Ruoli had never kissed anyone before, she could tell that Jiang Muye had only kissed her to deal with Sister Mi Lu.

If it was just out of pity, or to make Sister Mi Lu give up, and that was why he wanted to be with her, she would rather not have such cheap affection, and even less want to deceive herself.

Jiang Muye's brow immediately knitted tight.

He admitted that he did have good feelings toward Leng Ruoli, that it was nothing more than attraction to her looks, nothing worth calling true love. But he had never imagined that after trying so hard to hide it, Leng Ruoli would still see through him.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Muye drew a deep breath.

He suddenly felt himself to be utterly useless.

It was just liking one person, wasn't it?

Why was it so hard! Such a wonderful girl—why didn't he have the right, or the drive, to love someone!

Especially having disappointed Leng Ruoli, Jiang Muye felt even more guilty, and felt he had been too impulsive.

He should have truly fallen for Leng Ruoli before taking her kiss. Instead, he had taken advantage of her, and made her sad too.

Just when Jiang Muye couldn't bring himself to face Leng Ruoli, she pulled him into an embrace.

"It's okay." Leng Ruoli gently patted Jiang Muye's back.

Jiang Muye breathed in the peach fragrance that belonged to Leng Ruoli, and could feel that her aura was gentle and soft, which suddenly gave him a steadying strength.

"I don't lack the courage to see flowers bloom, and I'll help you slowly mend the wounds in your heart." Leng Ruoli gave Jiang Muye a lovely smile.

"I will too!" Mi Lu boldly declared, directly grabbing Jiang Muye's hand. "Since you haven't fallen in love with anyone, and you don't have a girlfriend, then I won't give up."

Jiang Muye was now caught in a dilemma.

How was it that after he had stated his position so decisively, the two of them only seemed to feel even more deeply for him?

After returning to the dorm, Jiang Muye lay down on his chair, dejected and helpless.

Little White Dove directly held out his hand, with two paper balls in it, and said, "Here."

"What for?" Jiang Muye shot Little White Dove a sidelong glance.

"Drawing lots." Little White Dove put on a grin. "Choose one of two—whoever you draw, you end up with."

"Get lost, can't you see I'm troubled here! Fuck, and you're still messing with me." Jiang Muye spat.

"Aren't I solving your troubles right now?"

Old He walked over, leaned against Jiang Muye's shoulder, and asked, "So how about drawing lots? Whoever you draw, it's them."

Kai said bluntly, "Just take them both."

Jiang Muye started tearing at his hair. "Take what, what do you mean, take them both, one two three four Leng Ruoli, five six seven Mi Lu?!"

"I think it works!" Kai nodded.

Little White Dove nodded. "I've got no objections either."

"See, haven't you already made your choice?" Old He stroked his chin.

Jiang Muye's gaze was full of resentment. "I see you're all just hoping for chaos under heaven, giving me a hand in the wrong direction."

He laid his head down on the table and let out a mournful cry. "So hard!"

"The hardest part hasn't even come yet." Little White Dove sipped his juice and delivered the finishing blow. "Did you forget there's still Campus Belle Xia?"

"Choose one of three, that's an even higher difficulty." Old He shook his head. "I really wish I could bear this trouble for you, but sadly I don't have any at all."

Little White Dove nodded vigorously, excited. "Who says so, today I'm practically a hedgehog hopping around in a melon field! I ate so much gossip I'm stuffed. You got kissed by two great Campus Belles—how did it feel, whose lips were softer, whose kissing technique was better?"

Jiang Muye immediately rolled his eyes. "Little White Dove, I'm going to drag you out and knife you."

"No no no, alright, I know you're troubled, but both great Campus Belles are very magnanimous, and they're not forcing you to make a choice right now. Just keep in contact with both of them, and maybe you'll hit it off with one of them."

After Little White Dove finished, Old He made a clicking sound. "Still, today was beyond my expectations. The Cold Campus Belle actually rejected Jiang Muye. As expected of a daughter of a wealthy family, she knows exactly what she wants. She won't take our Muzi's feelings if there's any water in them."

"Yeah, not only does she crave our Muzi's body, she craves our Muzi's heart too~ Women, so insatiably greedy." Little White Dove shook his head.

Jiang Muye immediately glared back. "Dating should be about mutual consent, loving without reservation. It's me who was too rash. I'm in the wrong."

"Alright alright, look at you, already protecting your own. But Muzi, don't be too bothered. Matters of the heart, let them take their natural course—when it comes, you can't stop it. Maybe in a couple of days you'll really fall for her, and the two of you will be all honey and oil, madly feeding everyone dog food." Little White Dove consoled.

Kai nodded. "Yeah, foster the feelings a bit first and see. Anyway, more choices, more ways out."

"Forget it, sleep. Matters of the heart really stump all the heroes of every path." Jiang Muye climbed straight up to the top bunk.

Why overthink it? Just let things flow, and when the time comes, it'll come naturally.

Better to just get a comfortable sleep. Whatever difficulties there are, solve them tomorrow.

In the dorm, Mi Lu and Leng Ruoli sat together.

Mi Lu removed Leng Ruoli's makeup, saying, "Jiang Muye's just a big straight guy, but his lips really are soft. I didn't get enough of kissing him. What about you, did you think his lips were soft?"

Leng Ruoli's cheeks were bright red. "Soft."

Her hand unconsciously went to her lips, and she immediately grew shy.

"I think they're pretty soft too. Mm, I even tasted the lipstick you left behind, sweet." Mi Lu bumped Leng Ruoli with her shoulder.

Leng Ruoli's face grew even shyer. "Sister Mi Lu!"

"Look at you getting all bristly. So when I kiss him, are you unhappy?" Mi Lu asked carefully.

"Of course I'd be unhappy. After all, he's the guy I like," Leng Ruoli bit her lower lip and sighed. "But we agreed to compete fairly. Right now he hasn't fallen for either of us, so I can only be jealous."

"Good, good, good, my fault. Then to make it up to you, let you kiss me as much as you want~" Mi Lu pouted her red lips, about to kiss Leng Ruoli, and even push her down.

Leng Ruoli, who had been in low spirits, immediately broke into a smile. "Sister Mi Lu!"

"Hey, Jiang Muye doesn't want me, so you don't want me either?" Mi Lu leaned right over, rubbing against Leng Ruoli's soft hills. "I need comfort~ If you and Jiang Muye had really gotten together today, I'm afraid the one who'd have taken full advantage of you by now would be him~"

It made Leng Ruoli's cheeks flush crimson, and she was at a complete loss. "Sister Mi Lu!"

After fooling around with Mi Lu for quite a while, Mi Lu finally got serious.

She looked at Leng Ruoli, whose skin had gone red, and giggled. "Alright, I'll keep removing your makeup. Sleeping without removing it properly is bad for your skin."

Leng Ruoli nodded.

"Alright, makeup's off. Let's go take a bath in the tub together." Mi Lu pulled Leng Ruoli up by the hand. Leng Ruoli raised her pretty little face and shyly went with Mi Lu into the bathroom.

The two of them sat down in the tub one after the other and soaked in a bubble bath.

Leng Ruoli leaned against Mi Lu—it was now a very alluring scene.

Skin like congealed cream, slightly damp stray hairs, a gaze of dazzling beauty, steaming hot from the warmth.

Leng Ruoli's red lips were full, slightly parted, and her eyes had gone misty.

She felt Sister Mi Lu's slender fingers slowly winding up her long hair, tying it into a pretty bun, then wrapping around her slender waist from behind.

Leng Ruoli felt Mi Lu's oval face press against her shoulder blade, and she tenderly glanced at Mi Lu's pretty face.

Mi Lu narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Tomorrow's the comic convention. Who are you planning to cosplay?"