Chapter 162: Kissing at Sunset, Embracing at Night

Jiang Muye's previously uncomfortable mood felt as if a fresh breeze had swept past him. It was like drinking a cool glass of lemonade in summer, or like drinking the first cup of sweet, steaming hot milk tea in winter. He became thoroughly at ease.

"We've been together for two weeks now, and every day has been fulfilling and happy. I think this happiness will continue on forever. Fate is a truly wondrous thing—it suddenly one day descends upon two people, and it just so happened that I was lucky enough to run into you."

"Sometimes when I sneeze, I don't think I've caught a cold—I think you're missing me. I love it in winter when you grab my hand and put it in your pocket. When I go out, I don't have to worry about forgetting my scarf, because you'll unwrap the scarf from around your neck and we'll wear it together."

"With you, I don't have to go to great lengths to please you, and you don't have to move heaven and earth to bring the whole world to me. You just need to take me along wherever you go—walking together, playing together, living every day together, holding hands at dawn, kissing at sunset, embracing at night."

"With you here, I don't have to swallow down all those little grievances like I used to. You'll stand up for me, you'll love me without restraint, you'll hold me and coax me, you'll say all those lovely things to make me happy."

"I want to have the right to say good morning and good night to you every day, to see you the first thing when I wake up. I want to be with you forever and ever."

"—From your girlfriend, Leng Ruoli."

At that moment, Jiang Muye's eyes had already grown very gentle.

His gaze met Leng Ruoli's.

Leng Ruoli had already made a finger-heart gesture at him across the distance.

Jiang Muye couldn't care less whether it was childish or whether anyone nearby was watching. He directly made the finger-heart gesture with both hands to reply to Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli smiled especially innocently, her eyes brimming with joyful light.

Everyone in the venue erupted in cheers and applause after hearing this broadcast script.

"Am I at a sports meet? Isn't this a mass public execution of singles!"

"The Cold Campus Belle is way too romantic! This is a confession of love, isn't it? As expected, real couples are the best to ship!"

"I'm going to drag the Civil Affairs Bureau over here! You two get married on the spot, right now, immediately!"

"I want to be in love! When will I ever have a sweet girlfriend like the Cold Campus Belle? I'm so jealous of Jiang Muye for getting such sweet love~"

Yet while everyone was swooning over the sweetness, only Xia Xiran had tears in her eyes. She clutched that sheet of paper.

Every word pierced her heart.

Every word was like a knife slicing into her heart.

She couldn't even get through the first sentence, yet she still had to force herself to keep reading.

Every word Leng Ruoli wrote was filled with love—a love that Xia Xiran envied but could never have, sincere and full, and especially everything Leng Ruoli wrote, Xia Xiran could picture it all.

She could imagine just how happy Leng Ruoli was.

But this happiness should have been hers, and now she was hiding off to the side in a sorry state, peeking in, unable to even touch this happiness.

If Leng Ruoli and Jiang Muye could break up, then she would have a chance to regain her happiness.

"Riiiip."

Something pricked Leng Ruoli's eardrums.

She discovered in astonishment that Xia Xiran had resolutely torn up the confession letter she had written.

Xia Xiran switched off the broadcast mic and let out a low laugh. "Ever heard a saying?"

"What?"

"Show off your love, die fast." Xia Xiran raised her head again, her gaze fixed directly on Leng Ruoli, her lips curling contemptuously. "How long do you think you can be happy with him? A month? Two months? Three months? Or a year?"

Leng Ruoli refused to yield, bracing both hands on the desk, her aura frosty. "A lifetime!"

Xia Xiran trembled slightly, struggling to put on a tough front. "Sometimes reality and dreams are just things going against your wishes. The more you want to get something, the easier it is to lose it."

"That saying suits you perfectly."

Before leaving, Leng Ruoli struck back coldly. "Don't worry, we'll disappoint you. It'll definitely last forever."

"The one thing I have the most of is patience. I'll wait for you two to break up," Xia Xiran retorted with jealous hatred, stubbornly letting tears brim in her eyes.

But Leng Ruoli automatically tuned her out and paid her no attention at all.

Yet Xia Xiran witnessed with her own eyes Jiang Muye walking off the stage to personally receive Leng Ruoli.

Jiang Muye's gaze met Xia Xiran's.

Xia Xiran's heart had just lit up with joy, thinking he was paying attention to her, but a moment later Jiang Muye, right in front of her, cradled Leng Ruoli's beautiful face in his hands.

Smack—

The two of them kissed in front of her!

Kissing so sweetly.

As if completely unaffected by all the noise, he lingered over Leng Ruoli's red lips, his fingers tenderly and gently stroking Leng Ruoli's smooth little face.

Leng Ruoli smiled sweetly, so shyly, her head resting against his chest.

The two of them didn't even glance toward Xia Xiran.

Xia Xiran was a background board no one needed, and her eyes were fixedly staring.

The sweetness was theirs, but the sorrow was hers.

Transparent tears immediately fell from Xia Xiran's eyes.

Yet she couldn't even have time to grieve, because a teacher came over to hand her a script, questioning, "Why aren't you reading the broadcast script yet? What are you doing!"

Scolded like that by the teacher, and then looking at the sweet scene of the man and woman cuddling before her eyes, Xia Xiran could no longer hold on.

"Sorry, find someone else to be the broadcaster!" Xia Xiran abruptly turned and ran off.

Under the teacher's astonished gaze, Xia Xiran fled.

She fled into a bathroom stall, covered her mouth, hunched down, and began to wail loudly.

This happiness clearly should have been hers, so why had it passed her by.

Why wouldn't he give her even that tiny bit of affection?

Yet Xia Xiran's escape wasn't noticed by Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli at all. The two of them held hands, completely in the honeymoon phase, sweet as could be.

"Wait, your mouth is all covered in my lipstick." Leng Ruoli shyly stood on her tiptoes and began helping Jiang Muye wipe off the lipstick.

Jiang Muye laughed heartily. "No wonder my mouth felt sweet."

She patiently began wiping the lipstick off his lips, and Jiang Muye kissed the tip of Leng Ruoli's finger.

It tickled, very tingly and numb.

Leng Ruoli looked at him shyly. "Stop it."

But Jiang Muye deliberately teased her, even intentionally nibbling her finger with his teeth.

Leng Ruoli glared at him, and Jiang Muye laughed even more happily. "I'll allow you to bite me back."

She shyly pretended to be angry and turned to leave, but never expected Jiang Muye to playfully rush up, directly grab Leng Ruoli by the waist, lift her into the air, and spin her around.

"Ah, you're so bad, put me down!" Leng Ruoli let out crisp laughter, lightly patting Jiang Muye's shoulder.

Jiang Muye's lips curved upward as he looked up at Leng Ruoli. "No, unless you beg me~"