Chapter 125: Two Women and One Man, the Show Begins

"Woo—" A chorus of screams erupted from below.

Jiang Muye's ears were about to be pierced raw by the deafening cheers.

Excited faces filled the space not far away, accompanied by applause.

But what occupied Jiang Muye's nerves even more was the woman sprawled on top of him—her delicate body was soft and pliant, like fluffy cotton, and her slender, tender skin against his palm felt like sheep fat.

The pink breath she exhaled in quick bursts scattered across Jiang Muye's neck.

Those eye-pleasing peaks pressed firmly against Jiang Muye's chest, compressing and releasing, surging with a澎湃 stimulation of his adrenaline.

Jiang Muye's heart raced and his skin turned red and hot.

He had never imagined that in front of everyone, Leng Ruoli would fall right before him, watched by so many pairs of eyes.

"Are you okay!" Mi Lu was frantic, but when she ran over, her foot caught on something and she tumbled right onto Jiang Muye's body.

But this time her delicate body pressed directly against Jiang Muye's face.

Silky and fragrant like milk, it buried him completely.

Help—

Jiang Muye felt like he was suffocating.

The male compatriots below all started stirring restlessly.

Noses were bleeding profusely.

Wasn't this more燃 than Boruto?!

Wasn't this more satisfying than watching videos at home?!

Was this scene on stage something you could pay to see?!

Absolutely incredible, super absolutely incredible!

After Mi Lu realized her actions were too… over the top, even she—normally so sexy and uninhibited—felt embarrassed. She tugged at the clothes on her chest but didn't dare move rashly.

"You… get up?" Mi Lu asked.

"Fine." Jiang Muye felt that full elasticity again, gritted his teeth hard, and struggled to his feet.

Still maintaining some gentlemanly grace, he extended a hand to each of the fallen Leng Ruoli and Mi Lu.

Mi Lu was a bit shy but also a little secretly pleased as she took Jiang Muye's hand and got up.

And Leng Ruoli's little face was flushed pink as she too rose with Jiang Muye's help.

The drama playing out now was a bit too melodramatic—who could have expected it?

This pillow fight ended with Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli falling out of the yellow line, so the winner was Mi Lu—Mi Lu's team won.

The prize was a random周边 pillow and a bit of pearl milk tea.

"Tch, just this prize, and we're exhausted." Kai grumbled.

"Forget it, don't be the kind who gets a bargain and still acts coy—we wanted prizes and didn't even get any." Little White Dove looked at Old He, who was happily sipping hot milk tea.

Old He laughed heartily. "You got a bargain too—didn't you just watch a good show on stage?"

"Still talking? Asking for a beating?" Jiang Muye waved his fist.

"I'm scared, Bro Mu—it's not like my big mouth is a one-day thing~" Old He chuckled and dodged.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you got embarrassed." Leng Ruoli was very embarrassed, her beautiful face written all over with guilt.

"It's fine, you didn't do it on purpose. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Jiang Muye asked.

"With you as a cushion, it didn't hurt at all," Leng Ruoli's pretty little face was bright red. "Very soft."

Jiang Muye found it a bit funny to be described that way.

Suddenly realizing this scene was truly something no one could have anticipated.

"You're covered in feathers—let me brush them off for you." Leng Ruoli said gently.

"Okay." Jiang Muye let Leng Ruoli brush the feathers off.

He watched her delicate, smooth hands slowly rise, gently plucking the feathers from above his head piece by piece.

"Some little feathers are really hard to get off." Leng Ruoli murmured with her red lips.

Her lips opened and closed, like a little cherry tinged with faint wine-red.

Plump, slightly ripe, looking soft—good to bite.

Jiang Muye couldn't help but swallow.

After all, he wasn't Liu Xiahui—keeping improper thoughts at bay and a mind unstirred was too hard.

Especially in front of a girl he had feelings for—controlling certain wicked thoughts was even harder.

But Jiang Muye wasn't a beast; he could still control himself and force it down.

"I'll do it myself then." Jiang Muye, a bit flustered and hurried, shook his hair all at once to get the feathers off.

As a result, a feather stuck to the tip of Jiang Muye's nose.

Leng Ruoli burst out laughing.

Jiang Muye was dumbstruck—against a backdrop of feathers filling the air, Leng Ruoli looked like she was standing in a snowy landscape, skin white and beautiful, bright eyes and white teeth, a trace of gentle beauty suffusing her gaze.

"You're so cute." Leng Ruoli smiled charmingly, leaning close, a peach-scented fragrance wafting over.

Jiang Muye couldn't help but feel his heart and mind grow flustered.

Especially the word "cute"—it made Jiang Muye uncomfortable. After all, could a grown man and "like" really go together!

But coming from Leng Ruoli's mouth, it sounded incredibly nice.

Incredibly带感.

Absolutely delightful!

He loved it too.

Jiang Muye's eyes unconsciously curved and lifted.

His smile made Leng Ruoli—who had been smiling herself—flush to the roots of her ears, her little face burning, increasingly embarrassed.

Even Jiang Muye could feel her fingers trembling.

Yeah, she was nervous.

That shy, delicate, ready-to-drip feeling was like peach juice being squeezed out—sweet as could be.

Jiang Muye was immersed in the beautiful atmosphere of Leng Ruoli shyly plucking the feathers off him, when a delicate body leaned against him from behind.

Then came Mi Lu's sweet, coquettish voice.

"There are so, so many feathers in my hair—help me out~"

Jiang Muye turned and saw that Mi Lu's hair didn't have just a few feathers—there was a pile.

At a glance, Jiang Muye could see it: Mi Lu had just grabbed a handful herself and put them on her head.

Combined with Mi Lu's exaggerated tone and expression, it was impossible to dislike.

Mi Lu was clearly the type whose scheming was visible, but was very entertaining—her scheming didn't make people dislike her, but was instead an attractive trait.

In a word, very interesting.

Jiang Muye burst out laughing. "I'm afraid I can't—I can't do it. You'll need someone to wash your hair first."

System: 【Congratulations, Host, you rejected Mi Lu and earned two hundred Grit Points.】

Mi Lu gave a coquettish cry and stamped her foot. "I don't want that."

Jiang Muye glared at her. "Talk properly."

"Hmph." Mi Lu turned傲娇.

"Sister Mi Lu, let me help you~" Leng Ruoli smiled and stepped forward to help Mi Lu.

Mi Lu was delighted, hugging Leng Ruoli's slender waist and not letting go. "Men really are all no good—women smell better, women are better. When the critical moment comes, sisters are the ones you can count on~"

Jiang Muye was caught between laughter and tears. "That's too one-sided of you."

"Yeah, you can't deny all the good men in the world because of one bad apple!" Little White Dove, sipping milk tea, responded with a smile.

"Who are you calling a bad apple?" Jiang Muye glared threateningly at Little White Dove.

"Definitely not you, hehe." Little White Dove flashed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Wait—where did your milk tea come from?" Jiang Muye sensed something was wrong.