Chapter 123: Whoever Bullies My Jiang Muye, I'll Hunt Them Down No Matter How Far

"Go ahead, do you think I'd be scared?" Jiang Xueli put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, the very picture of a little princess.

Mi Lu arched an eyebrow as well. "Whoever bullies my Muye, no matter how far away they are, they'll be punished."

Leng Ruoli's words were brief and to the point, her gaze firm. "He's under my protection." Her domineering air leaked out from every pore, making Little White Dove feel the powerful presence.

"You're in trouble now!" Old He doubled over laughing.

"You dumb dog, are you looking to die?!" Little White Dove retorted and splashed Old He in return. Old He dodged quickly, grinning. "See, you can't splash me, heh heh~"

"So cheap, prepare to die, son!" Little White Dove grabbed a water bottle and went straight for Old He. In the end, Old He was pounced on by Little White Dove, and the two of them tangled together, roughhousing.

"Is this okay? Should we break it up?" Leng Ruoli was rather surprised.

Jiang Muye's lips curved in a smile. "Don't bother. They won't die."

Mi Lu sighed. "City folk sure know how to play. Are boys really this wild when they play?"

After watching these two's ridiculous behavior, Jiang Muye tossed a towel to each of them. "Wipe off, don't catch a cold."

Little White Dove and Old He hurriedly took the towels and wiped themselves down, feeling much better.

"You wipe off too, don't catch a cold." A towel was handed to Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye met a pair of exceptionally bright eyes. Her eyes were curved, smiling sweetly at him, just like fresh, elegant jasmine—gentle and beautiful.

Jiang Muye's handsome face warmed slightly, and he instinctively took the towel.

He wiped the face that Little White Dove had just gotten wet.

He was just about to lower it when a familiar voice sounded. "There's some here too."

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted over from his side. A curvaceous figure nearly pressed against Jiang Muye, but before it touched, it stopped just a few centimeters away. That ambiguous, teasing feeling left Jiang Muye dizzy and captivated.

Her soul-stealing face was close at hand, stirring every breath Jiang Muye took, not to mention what he couldn't ignore—her full, proud curves, framed by a deep V-split top, that burst forth right in front of him. The intensely eye-catching visual gave Jiang Muye a thrill that sent his mind racing.

Jiang Muye's pulse was swelling, expanding.

Then the water stains were wiped from his handsome face, and even his breathing grew heavier.

No wonder boys liked girls who dressed revealingly. So this was the reason.

Sexy and alluring.

And damn good-looking too!

"Done." Leng Ruoli glanced about radiantly, the very picture of someone who inspired tender affection.

She was pure, yet sexy, shyly gazing at Jiang Muye. He felt a rush of heat, his face burning up to the extreme.

"…Thanks." Jiang Muye tried hard to adjust his wandering thoughts.

A blade hangs over the head of lust.

He couldn't get cut by that blade.

Couldn't he just keep his thoughts pure?

Although Leng Ruoli's figure really was great, he had to respect the cosplay, cough cough.

"What are we playing now, a pillow fight?" Little White Dove looked around and started asking.

"Wuhu, I want to play! Let's go line up~" Jiang Xueli let out a wow and bounced up excitedly.

"Good, good, good, let's go." Jiang Muye had no objections.

After lining up for a short while, it was soon their turn.

Then they began dividing into teams.

"Who's on my team?" Little White Dove asked.

As a result, the three great Campus Belles all stood on Jiang Muye's side in unison.

That move instantly made Little White Dove understand something.

Little White Dove was quite helpless. "If you're all on Muzi's team, it'll be really hard for us to make a move."

"Who says it isn't? Who'd dare hit you?" Kai shrugged helplessly. "You're all girls, and great beauties at that!"

Jiang Xueli said very boldly, "Just treat us like guys."

"Is there such a thing as guys with curves like yours!" Little White Dove retorted.

Jiang Xueli harrumphed. "Whatever! As long as you can aim and hit, it's fine."

Jiang Muye thought it over and felt it wasn't quite fair, so he said, "Let's do odd-and-even."

"Fine, let's do that." Jiang Xueli was all for using this method to divide the teams.

So they settled it among themselves.

In the end, it was Jiang Xueli and Leng Ruoli, Kai, Little White Dove and some bystanders in one group, while Jiang Muye, Mi Lu, Old He, Kai and some other bystanders were in another group.

After the teams were set, they grabbed pillows and headed into the challenge zone.

While Jiang Muye was picking a pillow, a soft pillow was handed to him, and a gentle presence washed over him. "How about this one? It's fairly firm and puffy, better for defending."

Jiang Muye looked at the delicate face behind the pillow and smiled at once. "Thanks."

He took the pillow.

Leng Ruoli smiled shyly, then began picking pillows again.

After she picked one, Jiang Muye looked at it and said, "That one's too soft and too small. It won't hurt when you hit someone."

"Right, I want one that won't hurt when I hit someone." Leng Ruoli's beautiful eyes gazed brightly at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye instantly grasped the situation.

Leng Ruoli was his enemy.

She was going to be hitting him later, so picking a weaker pillow now—wasn't that because she didn't want to hurt him?

Jiang Muye felt as if he'd drunk a cup of warm tea, refreshing to the soul.

He was a bit tongue-tied, scratching his hair sheepishly. "So, oh, um, thanks."

Leng Ruoli's flawless face wore a lovely smile. After a shy glance at Jiang Muye, she returned to her designated spot at the referee's command.

Mi Lu draped an arm over Jiang Muye with a smile. "The other side's so fierce. You'd better protect me later."

Jiang Muye looked at Mi Lu's slender white fingers and signaled with his eyes. "Let's talk nicely. No grabbing."

"I'm really scared~" Mi Lu started acting coy.

Jiang Muye's goosebumps rose all over. "I don't see it."

In fact, Mi Lu had studied taekwondo. Although he had his own skills, Mi Lu was absolutely not an opponent to be underestimated.

Mi Lu, weak?

No such thing.

A supermodel who could once walk a runway carrying thirty-four-kilogram wings—how could she be weak?

She was just pretending to be weak in front of him, playing the little woman.

Mi Lu harrumphed. "I really am scared. You're so clueless about romance."

"Later, just stay behind me. I'll help keep you from getting eliminated. But let me be clear—this isn't Hero Saves the Beauty, it's just that I simply don't want our team eliminated." Jiang Muye stressed the point.

"All right, I got it~" Mi Lu threw him a seductive wink.

Jiang Muye remained unmoved inwardly. He picked up his pillow and stood at the designated spot.

The pillow tournament was ten to a team. Step over the yellow line and you were eliminated. It was about which team could hold out to the very end.

The whistle blew. Both teams charged out, and the pillow battle officially began.

And with it, an unexpected accident began as well—