Chapter 153: Are You Satisfied With What You See

Leng Ruoli lowered her face shyly and nodded.

Jiang Muye went to take a shower.

After he finished, he realized he'd forgotten to bring clothes in with him. He agonized over it for a few seconds, then threw all caution to the wind.

He walked out bare-chested.

The moment he stepped out, he found Leng Ruoli's gaze fixed on him.

Her face turned especially red.

She stared at him in surprise, her eyes traveling from his face downward.

Seeing her staring so intently, Jiang Muye smirked. "Do you like what you see?"

He displayed his physique quite generously.

Leng Ruoli let out a tiny "Ah," then ducked into the covers in embarrassment.

The image she'd just seen kept circling through her mind.

Jiang Muye didn't have the exaggerated muscles of those bodybuilder types, but he clearly worked out—his muscles were solid, his abs distinct. Confirmed: eight-pack abs!

Especially with water droplets trailing down along his V-line—it was downright tempting.

Leng Ruoli's imagination ran wild against her will.

She actually felt the urge to touch them.

She had no idea what they would feel like. Oh no, she kept thinking about strange things now.

She covered her burning face.

No lewd thoughts!

Just as Leng Ruoli was working hard to steady her ragged breathing, the covers were lifted and a body radiating chill yet heat pressed in against her.

Before, he'd been wearing clothes.

This time he wasn't wearing any!

His lean, firm body had a different feel to it. The instant it touched Leng Ruoli, her body reacted on reflex.

Not to mention Jiang Muye's strong, muscular arm was wrapped around her shoulder.

He even leaned into the curve of her neck like a total Little Wolf-Dog, rubbing his face against her, rub rub rub.

"What are you hiding under the covers for? Mm, I'm so tired. You smell so good." He murmured the words by her ear.

It completely set her nerves on edge.

He carried the scent of body wash, along with his own uniquely pleasant scent—how could it not stir her heart?

He was the one who really smelled good.

Not to mention his thin lips grazing her ear, probing lightly, which made Leng Ruoli flinch sensitively.

Leng Ruoli was the type of girl who got embarrassed easily to begin with, and now she was even more flustered.

So embarrassing.

This was her first time experiencing something like this.

But precisely because she was doing it with the person she liked, she didn't dislike it at all.

Jiang Muye naturally wasn't as composed as he appeared. Truth be told, he was burning up inside too.

He drew a heavy breath.

Leng Ruoli's body was still weak. If he really did anything now, her bones would fall apart—she wouldn't even be able to crawl out of bed.

No matter how impatient he was, he had to wait until she recovered.

Jiang Muye wasn't some sex-crazed dog. He wanted it too, sure, but he absolutely wasn't the type to get aroused every minute of the day.

He pulled her delicate body closer, kissed her cheek, and said, "I'll just hold you. I won't do anything. Go to sleep."

Leng Ruoli nodded shyly. After Jiang Muye fished her face out from under the covers, she buried herself in the curve of his neck and asked bashfully, "Are you cold?"

"You're really warm." Jiang Muye nuzzled her hair contentedly and breathed in her scent—a faint, pleasant floral fragrance that left him relaxed and at peace.

Leng Ruoli's face grew even redder.

She could feel the warmth spreading as the two of them lay together under one blanket, their bodies overlapping.

No need for any heater—their bodies generated heat on their own, bringing a spring blush to her face. Breathing in Jiang Muye's scent, Leng Ruoli began to feel drowsy. She didn't need to worry about any danger; Jiang Muye was her safe harbor, and he would protect her.

When Jiang Muye saw Leng Ruoli sleeping so soundly, he was soon dragged down into drowsiness too. The two of them rested their heads together and slowly drifted off.

By the time they woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Outside, the sunlight was brilliant, gilding the ground with a layer of golden light.

When Jiang Muye opened his eyes, he saw the petite, adorable Leng Ruoli nestled against his shoulder.

Her dark hair was lightly scattered across her fair, beautiful face, the stray strands brushing his skin with a faint tickle. Looking at her, his eyes were full of tenderness.

When she was fast asleep, she truly looked like a baby in swaddling clothes—her breathing shallow, her cheeks plump, even her full, bouncy lips a deep, moist red. She must have been having a sweet dream, because the corners of her mouth were slightly curved up.

Leng Ruoli's hands rested obediently on Jiang Muye's chest. As she lay there, her full, beautiful peaks carried a vigorous youthful aura, a striking contrast to that pure, pretty face—wild sensuality and innocent purity blended to just the right degree.

Jiang Muye's dark eyes were full of laughter as his palm tentatively traced her soft, beautiful face.

Inch by inch he brushed over it, full of gentle tenderness.

As he played with her, the girl in his arms suddenly opened her eyes. She smiled playfully and lightly bit the pad of his finger with pearly white teeth.

"Mm, you're biting me now?" Jiang Muye teased with a laugh.

"You started it~" Leng Ruoli's eyes curved like crescents.

Jiang Muye extended his arm right up to her mouth and said, "Fine, bite it. Bite wherever you want~"

Leng Ruoli blushed and turned her face away.

"Not here? Then how about here?" Jiang Muye deliberately leaned his neck over, wanting her to bite him.

Leng Ruoli's pretty little face turned even redder. She glared at Jiang Muye with her clear, sparkling eyes, looking utterly dewy and lovely.

"No biting." Leng Ruoli gave a shy humph.

"Then I'll bite you." Jiang Muye leaned in and kissed her fair, slender swan neck. He smacked his lips to taste it, then gently sucked and nibbled, trying to give her a hickey like the ones in those short videos.

It was just a pity that Jiang Muye was, after all, inexperienced.

After all that sucking and kissing and pecking, the hickey just wouldn't appear.

Jiang Muye found it strange. "What's going on? Why isn't there one?"

Leng Ruoli gazed at him with sultry, hazy eyes. "Why isn't there what?"

Jiang Muye chuckled out loud, then whispered suggestively in her ear, "A hickey."

That magnetic voice made Leng Ruoli's ears burn.

She instinctively shrank back and looked at Jiang Muye with a red face. "I… I…"

She'd been startled by how bold he was, blushing and shy.

Jiang Muye's hands circled her waist, resting on her square shoulders as he looked at her and said solemnly, "If you don't like it, I won't force you."

Leng Ruoli was terribly shy. She shook her head and hurried to explain, "N-no, I like it."

Her voice was tiny, soft, and sweet.

"Then I'll try a bit harder." Jiang Muye smiled.

Now that the girl was willing, what did he, as a man, have to be bashful about?

Go for it boldly!