Chapter 144: Unable to Free Myself

After 99 Proposals, the Aloof Campus Belle Strong-Arms Me

Boss Cutie

To make the kiss more convenient, Jiang Muye cradled the back of her head and pushed deeper.

His gaze caught her rapid breathing, and the faint outline of hills subtly revealed—this completely addicted him, and he couldn't stop kissing her.

Before long, the air around them grew hot and restless.

Who would have thought that just as the two of them were beyond pulling themselves out, an accident happened.

Clatter—

The popcorn bucket originally resting on Jiang Muye's lap toppled right over.

"Hoo hoo hoo!" Only then did the two of them separate.

Leng Ruoli was now a very sweet and fragrant peach, her skin flushed crimson to the extreme, and she didn't dare let her eyes meet Jiang Muye's.

The spilled popcorn was also a reminder of just how out of control and crazy the two of them had been.

Jiang Muye's senses returned as well. His gaze swept over Leng Ruoli—hair tousled from the kissing, clothes somewhat disheveled—and only then did he realize what a super beast he was.

How did I go and get turned on by her looks?

Jiang Muye's ears burned as he started to smooth out Leng Ruoli's hair, then casually helped her tidy her collar.

His fingertips were scalding hot, just a hairsbreadth away from probing inside, which naturally left Leng Ruoli nervous and full of anticipation.

She was already flushed red enough to drip blood.

At this moment, Jiang Muye softly said to her, "I'll go buy another bucket of popcorn."

"Okay."

Just as Jiang Muye was about to leave, Leng Ruoli suddenly grabbed the palm of his hand and urged, "Hurry back, I'm scared."

Jiang Muye looked around the empty cinema.

It was dead quiet, the movie hadn't started yet, and although the lights were still on, the environment still felt indescribably eerie.

Her eyes were wet, completely the picture of pitiful vulnerability.

"Let's go together." Jiang Muye couldn't bear to leave Leng Ruoli here either.

Simply put, he tightened his grip on Leng Ruoli's palm and led her outside.

Leng Ruoli's face was full of smiles, her eyes following him as he led her out to buy another bucket of popcorn.

By the time they came back in, the movie had already started, and it was especially dark all around.

Jiang Muye was afraid Leng Ruoli would trip, so he immediately turned on his phone's flashlight to illuminate the floor, his hand clutching hers, unwilling to let go.

"Careful, don't fall," Jiang Muye softly cautioned.

Leng Ruoli smiled and tightened her grip on Jiang Muye's palm, stepping up the stairs one by one, stepping exactly where he stepped.

But as they went up, the sound effect of a female ghost suddenly wailed out.

It gave Leng Ruoli a fright, and with a shriek of "Ah—" she hugged Jiang Muye from behind.

Thump thump thump.

Jiang Muye's heartbeat was like thunder.

He could feel Leng Ruoli's proud figure pressed against his back, her little rabbits clearly trembling, making Jiang Muye involuntarily swallow.

Not to mention her face was right there at the hollow of his neck, shivering, her breaths teasing his nerves.

This is killing me, Jiang Muye thought.

Being seduced like this, how could he possibly withstand it.

If not for his strong self-control, he would have pounced and devoured Leng Ruoli right there.

He gently kneaded Leng Ruoli's fair, smooth hand, soothing her. "Don't be afraid, it's fine, I'm here."

Leng Ruoli nodded, her pretty palm-sized face still bearing the lingering fright.

Jiang Muye quickly led Leng Ruoli back to their seats.

Leng Ruoli's little hands were still a bit cold, clearly scared.

Jiang Muye rubbed them vigorously, able to feel the small hand wrapped in his palm slowly warming, and the burning gaze Leng Ruoli cast at him was like the brightest star in the night sky, making Jiang Muye feel like he was the center of the entire universe.

"It's so good to have you here," Leng Ruoli said bashfully.

Jiang Muye proudly raised the corner of his mouth, reaching up to pat Leng Ruoli's little head, and she very gently and shyly swayed her little head.

"Alright, let's watch the movie," Jiang Muye coaxed her softly.

Leng Ruoli threw herself into Jiang Muye's arms, clingy as could be, like a vine unwilling to part from him. "I want to hold you, that way I won't be so scared."

She had chosen a horror movie precisely because it gave her an excuse to throw herself into Jiang Muye's arms at any time and receive his comfort.

Of course, she also genuinely wanted to watch a horror movie. Before, she hadn't dared to, but now with someone accompanying her, she wasn't so afraid.

Jiang Muye enjoyed the soft jade in his arms.

What plot? What was there worth watching? No matter how exciting, it was meaningless.

What was truly worth watching was the girlfriend in his arms—fragrant and soft, beautiful, gazing intently at the movie screen, charming and adorable.

Jiang Muye couldn't help but tighten his arm around her slender waist for a while, feeling utterly content.

This was Jiang Muye's first time watching a horror movie so late.

Yet he felt it was especially romantic and blissful—squeezing hands, kissing lips—he was just a merciless popcorn-feeding tool.

He only needed Leng Ruoli to glance at the popcorn bucket, and he understood her meaning.

At first, he fed her popcorn kernel by kernel.

But in the end, Jiang Muye mischievously grabbed a big handful and brought it to her lips.

Leng Ruoli's gaze was fixed on the movie screen, and she didn't notice—her mouth lowered, and she ended up with a mouthful of popcorn.

Jiang Muye even mischievously stuffed it into her red lips, making her mouth bulge, her cheeks like a squirrel hoarding nuts.

After hearing Jiang Muye's hearty laughter, Leng Ruoli knew he was up to his tricks, and immediately pounded his chest with her little pink fists. "Bully!"

Jiang Muye wrapped his arm around Leng Ruoli's waist, laughing uncontrollably. "Feeding you is a crime now? How is that bullying?"

Leng Ruoli gave a hmph, all kinds of cute.

Jiang Muye coaxed her and brought a sip of milk tea to Leng Ruoli's lips. "Calm down, have a sip, hmm?"

Sweetness spread across the corner of Leng Ruoli's mouth, and she lowered her head to take a sip of milk tea. Her mood was wonderfully cheerful now.

Seeing Leng Ruoli happy, Jiang Muye was happy along with her.

A perfectly good horror movie, and Jiang Muye watched it like a comedy, chuckling the whole time.

It was past two in the morning by the time the movie ended.

By the time Leng Ruoli got into Jiang Muye's sports car, she was already so sleepy she had dozed off.

Her gorgeous, beautiful face leaned toward Jiang Muye's side, her little hands curled, sleeping curled up with her legs crossed in the narrow seat.

They say that when you like someone, you unconsciously turn toward them.

Now Leng Ruoli wasn't facing the window, but facing him—so that meant she liked him very, very much, right?

It also proved that he gave her a sense of security, which was why she felt safe enough to sleep alone in the car.

Jiang Muye remembered the time Leng Ruoli got drunk, when she'd pressed him down in the car—you could say it was a chaotic mess, but also scorchingly ambiguous.

He had never imagined that in just a few months, Leng Ruoli would now be sitting in his car as his girlfriend, asleep.

Jiang Muye's eyes were very gentle, the corners of his mouth turning up.

Just then, a large truck drove past, its headlights flaring, the piercing light sweeping over and about to fall across Leng Ruoli's eyes.