Chapter 131: This Is Our Real First Kiss

Jiang Muye could feel that the skin of her face was burning hot to the touch.

He was a newbie, and when it came to kissing, he really had no technique to speak of. However, he had seen more than his fair share of videos.

Somewhat inexperienced and clumsy, he copied the moves he'd learned, his lips and tongue probing inch by inch, desperately lingering over and sucking in the sweet breath of Leng Ruoli's red lips.

Her lips were incredibly soft.

He could feel her tender body tremble, especially since she had absolutely no idea how to kiss, so it wasn't easy for Jiang Muye to pry her lips apart.

The two of them were wrapped tightly in each other's scorching breath.

Jiang Muye grew excited.

An impulse he'd never felt before burst out in that moment like volcanic lava.

When Leng Ruoli felt the slippery tip of his tongue probe inside, she let out a muffled moan. Her face was flushed bright red, and she gazed at him with those innocent eyes.

Good god.

That muffled moan sounded so good.

And that look in her eyes made him want to devour her.

Jiang Muye involuntarily began to lay Leng Ruoli down on the bed, and when her body shyly shrank back a bit, Jiang Muye very directly cupped her slender waist and dragged her up a bit, making it easier for him to kiss her.

Jiang Muye's long legs pressed against hers, and he lingeringly kissed her red lips. The touch of their lips stimulated his nerves, making him want to storm the castle, ruthlessly squeezing, demanding, attacking.

Although Jiang Muye was still relatively gentle and hadn't lost control, repeatedly ravaging Leng Ruoli's lips, it was still enough to make her face flush red and her hands not know where to go.

His passion was like fire.

It was almost too much for her to handle. She felt like her held-back breath was about to be pinched shut, and just when a gap finally opened for her to catch a breath, that long, lingering kiss pressed it firmly shut again.

It wasn't until Leng Ruoli let out a little whimper that Jiang Muye came to his senses.

He knew he'd been too crazy, and immediately apologized sheepishly, "Are you okay? I don't think I controlled myself very well. Did I hurt you?"

"No… no." Leng Ruoli could still feel the lingering, mingled heat on her lips. She shyly shook her head.

In Jiang Muye's eyes, it was a scene both pure and alluring.

Jiang Muye lay down beside Leng Ruoli, his hand propped against the back of his head, lying on his side and looking at her. "Do you believe now that this isn't a dream?"

"I dream about this kind of stuff too, I… how would I know…" Leng Ruoli's ears were red, and even she didn't know how she could say something so shameless.

Jiang Muye's ears burned, and then he asked thick-faced, "You only dream about kissing? Nothing else?"

Leng Ruoli grew even more embarrassed, and directly pulled the blanket over her head.

How could Jiang Muye possibly let her off? He flipped the blanket open, like a hungry wolf on the prowl, and burrowed into the covers, gazing at Leng Ruoli with burning eyes. "Why don't you keep talking, hm?"

The two of them were hot and bothered, the narrow space under the covers making the heat even more intense and the sensations even clearer.

Leng Ruoli could clearly feel the other's presence. Everything he said plucked at her heartstrings, making her even more embarrassed.

Especially the light touch of Jiang Muye's palm, which made her heart itch.

What circled in her mind was that passionate kiss from earlier, and even her lips felt a little thirsty.

So when his palm reached over, she didn't dodge.

Instead, she cherished it, letting his palm stroke her little face, and asked obediently and shyly, "What about you? How did you suddenly become like this? How did you realize you'd fallen for me?"

Jiang Muye breathed in the peachy sweetness of her body and felt calm and at peace. He rested his head against Leng Ruoli's neck, like a ship that had drifted across the ocean finally returning to a safe harbor.

"From the moment you disappeared, I realized how important you are to me. I was afraid you'd leave. I was afraid you'd get hurt. I was afraid you wouldn't love me."

"From the moment my heart started to ache, I knew I'd lost completely in the world of feelings."

Love was like porcelain. Making it was difficult, breaking it was easy, but picking up all the shattered pieces was no easy task.

Just when Jiang Muye thought putting his feelings back together would be a long, arduous process, he was very lucky. Leng Ruoli had charged into his life.

She had influenced him, and opened his heart.

Earlier, he hadn't grasped the situation because he cared too much about losing and forgot to cherish what he had. Now that he understood all of it, he wouldn't let Leng Ruoli slip away from his side so easily.

Although they were under the covers and Leng Ruoli couldn't clearly see Jiang Muye's eyes and expression, she could already detect that deeply affectionate atmosphere.

Especially in such an ambiguous space under the covers, the two of them face to face made Leng Ruoli break out in goosebumps, her breathing tight and her skin hot.

All that lingered on her tongue was that sweet taste.

"You didn't lose," Leng Ruoli said through the darkness, grabbing Jiang Muye's hand and speaking shyly. "You've got me."

When Jiang Muye heard that, he was thoroughly pleased with himself, his heart surging.

He leaned over and smacked a kiss on Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli giggled shyly.

Just as the two of them were getting intimate under the covers, a voice sounded from outside.

"Miss Leng, I need to take your temperature." It was clearly the nurse coming in.

Leng Ruoli's eyes went wide, and she met Jiang Muye's gaze.

Jiang Muye, who had just been teasing Leng Ruoli, naturally had his heart pounding too.

He had never imagined that while he and Leng Ruoli were in the honeymoon phase, someone would come in and interrupt.

If they were just in the same room, that would've been fine, but now they were under the same blanket, and that would only make things worse.

Who would believe nothing had happened?

Leng Ruoli's face was burning hot. There was no hiding now. She could only press her red lips against Jiang Muye's thin ones and softly shush him.

Then she began to quietly slip out from under the covers, revealing her little red face.

At that moment, Jiang Muye was pressed down under the covers by Leng Ruoli's hand. To hide himself, he directly lay against Leng Ruoli's full, curvaceous body.

You could say his face was buried right against her, letting Jiang Muye catch a whiff of a faint, delicate fragrance.

Good god.

Jiang Muye felt his heartbeat shoot straight up, and even his breathing grew heavy.

Which man could hold back?

Not possible!

There wasn't a single man who could hold back with a fragrant, sweet-smelling girl he liked right there in his arms. It was simply too stimulating.

Jiang Muye didn't dare breathe heavily. His adrenaline was already spiking.

When the nurse saw Leng Ruoli's face flushed bright red, she found it strange. "Why is your face so red?"

"I… it might be too hot in here." Leng Ruoli smiled awkwardly.

"But it's five or six degrees below zero today. Hot? The air conditioning isn't even on." The nurse found it very strange, and then leaned in to take Leng Ruoli's temperature.

As the nurse drew closer, Leng Ruoli's face flushed to the extreme. "W-wait!"

She definitely didn't want anyone to discover the truth.

She had been staying alone in the hospital room, but there was a grown man hidden under her covers. It was so embarrassing!

Just thinking about it made Leng Ruoli's little face flush and her heart pound like a deer in headlights.

Yet Jiang Muye's burning breath fell right on the peaks of her chest, ticklish and numbing.

Leng Ruoli was extremely restless, and even more so because Jiang Muye's hot palm accidentally brushed across her waist, making her cry out sensitively, "Ah."