Chapter 164: The Reason Leng Ruoli Likes Him

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

Leng Ruoli grew even more embarrassed, and she quickly changed the subject. "I'll go get your jacket. Don't catch a cold."

She didn't want Jiang Muye to go from hot to cold and get sick from the wind. After climbing the steps, she draped the jacket over his shoulders. Jiang Muye grabbed her fair, delicate little hand and put the jacket on with a blissful look on his face. Life really couldn't get any more comfortable.

Jiang Muye deliberately lay down on the steps and rested his head on Leng Ruoli's shoulder, lazy and especially dashing and comfortable.

Especially bathed in the sunlight, listening to the noisy sounds from outside, yet immersed in the leisurely space of being together, breathing in the sweet scent of romance in the air—it felt wonderful beyond words.

Leng Ruoli noticed his nails had grown a bit long, so she took out a nail clipper and started trimming them for him.

She trimmed with particular care, clipping his nails especially smooth and neat, with clean edges.

Jiang Muye gazed tenderly at Leng Ruoli, and instinctively brushed aside the stray hair hanging down over her eyes, tucking it carefully behind her lustrous ear.

Leng Ruoli smiled gently, her skin like congealed cream, her smile like peach blossoms.

Jiang Muye could not help but pick up his phone and take pictures of her. Leng Ruoli cooperated especially well and let him take them.

After a while, Leng Ruoli suggested, "Let me take some of you too."

"I don't photograph well," Jiang Muye said awkwardly.

"You will. I'll make you look really good~" Leng Ruoli said with a light smile.

Since Leng Ruoli insisted, Jiang Muye didn't refuse, and let her take the photos.

As a result, the phone went click click click, and Leng Ruoli never stopped.

Jiang Muye could not help but laugh, teasing her, "Are you going to take pictures until the phone dies?"

Leng Ruoli's face burned, and she said, "Who told you to be so good-looking."

She handed the phone to Jiang Muye, and when he looked, he was very satisfied.

Unlike the ugly candid shots he'd imagined, every moment Leng Ruoli captured of him looked quite good. The him in the photos had a soul, and any random shot could pass as a professional photo spread.

They say that in the lens of someone who loves you, you'll look your best.

It was true to its reputation.

Jiang Muye's eyes held a thick smile as he looked at Leng Ruoli. "Back then, was it because I was good-looking that you took a fancy to me at first sight?"

"Of course not!" Leng Ruoli's face reddened to the extreme.

"So you think I'm not good-looking, and that's why you couldn't fall for me at first sight?" Jiang Muye leaned over and rested his head on Leng Ruoli's slender shoulder.

Leng Ruoli reached out a fair hand and covered Jiang Muye's face, saying shyly, "That's not it either."

"Then hurry up and tell me, what was it?" The corner of Jiang Muye's mouth curled up, and he grabbed Leng Ruoli's hand and rubbed it vigorously against his cheek.

Leng Ruoli's thick, feathery lashes trembled slightly, her skin red and tender to the extreme. She pointed at the runners racing in the distance and said, "Quick, watch the race!"

Without a shred of hesitation, Jiang Muye reached out and wrapped his arm around Leng Ruoli's slender waist, saying in a low voice, "Oh? So now you've learned to change the subject, and you're just not going to answer me."

Leng Ruoli's ears reddened, lustrous and full. She felt Jiang Muye's domineering yet charming aura, like a blazing flame spreading vigorously across her body—not to mention the hand circling her waist, tickling her teasingly, which made Leng Ruoli laugh uncontrollably.

"I was wrong, wuwu, wrong~" Leng Ruoli doubled over laughing, her forehead pressed against Jiang Muye's shoulder.

Her breath was like orchid, warm against Jiang Muye's body.

Then, looking at her radiant, spring-blossoming pretty face, Jiang Muye felt his adrenaline surging nonstop, swelling and growing.

If not for the people still around, Jiang Muye absolutely would have pushed Leng Ruoli down right there.

"Wrong where?" Jiang Muye pressed his forehead against Leng Ruoli's lustrous, beautiful brow.

He saw her tender skin softening, as if steamed in a bamboo steamer, very moist and translucent. Even the hand he touched was burning hot. Although there was sweat between her fingers, Jiang Muye just loved interlocking his fingers with Leng Ruoli's, rubbing them together nonstop.

What he loved most was playing with her palm.

Watching her tremble.

Watching her unable to stop.

Watching her red lips part slightly.

Watching the blush on her face turn alluring.

Watching her graceful figure sway before him, shiver, and rejoice.

Leng Ruoli didn't dare meet Jiang Muye's burning gaze. She answered shyly, "I was wrong not to answer you directly. I like you, and it's not a matter of weighing the pros and cons—it's that I've come to want you to always be well."

Hearing the seductive sweet talk so close at hand, Jiang Muye—who'd originally been an Old Driver—was now being counter-flirted by Leng Ruoli, and his face burned red.

He hugged Leng Ruoli happily, reluctant to let go. "Heh heh, if I'd known I could like myself as much as I do now, I definitely would have fallen for you at first sight."

Leng Ruoli's eyes sparkled, and she could not help but lean in and kiss Jiang Muye's lips.

After the two of them kissed fiercely, Jiang Muye affectionately pressed his face against hers.

Who won first place in the race below—what did that have to do with him?

As long as he could hold his wife, it was fine.

After the sports meet ended, Jiang Muye parted from Leng Ruoli with reluctance.

Jiang Muye returned to the dorm and prepared to go back to his old trade. He opened his computer's C drive and started digging out his treasured 500G of videos.

He was just watching when Little White Dove came in with his arm around Old He's shoulder. The moment he entered, he saw the pale, fleshy images on Jiang Muye's computer screen.

Little White Dove froze for a moment, then immediately moved to close the door. "Sorry, interrupting."

"Interrupting what? It's not like you don't watch. Who's the one sneaking a look in bed every day?" Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow.

"Heh heh, good things should be enjoyed together. I have a friend—lend me one to talk about." Little White Dove chuckled and put his arm around Jiang Muye's shoulder.

Before long, Little White Dove's breathing grew heavy.

Jiang Muye, however, furrowed his brow. "Raising the flag?"

"Isn't that nonsense? What guy could hold back!" Little White Dove said with a laugh.

Even Old He licked his lips and said, "Not bad."

Jiang Muye said coolly, "Bland and flavorless."

"This is bland and flavorless?" Little White Dove stared at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye was very proud. "My girlfriend is way prettier, her skin is fair, and her figure is great."

His girlfriend absolutely crushed the girls in these videos.

"Then what are you watching for? Just go find your girlfriend." Little White Dove was puzzled, and when he saw Jiang Muye holding a pen and writing something on paper, his eyes went wide. "As expected of a top student—taking notes while watching little videos?"

"Theory first, then practice." Jiang Muye's tone was cool. "It's not like I'm stuck on the first hurdle—I can't even plant a strawberry mark."

He couldn't even plant the most basic little strawberry. What else did Jiang Muye want to do? Right now he had no experience, and if he really was going to take a girl's most precious thing, he had to give her the most wonderful experience.

As a responsible boyfriend, it would be very much possible to just care about his own pleasure and ignore whether his girlfriend was in pain.

Besides, only when his girlfriend was comfortable could he feel even more comfortable.

This kind of thing required both people to have a good experience to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

When Little White Dove heard Jiang Muye's words, his eyes went wide. "You're already at the stage of planting strawberries? Damn, Suya and I have only gotten to kissing."

Jiang Muye glanced at Little White Dove. "You're really not pulling your weight."

"You think I don't want to? It's not like there's been a good opportunity. Who'd have thought a speedster like you would overtake me." Little White Dove sighed with regret.

"Alright, then there's nothing worth asking you," Jiang Muye said, turning his gaze to Old He. "What about you, Old He? Don't tell me you've never planted a strawberry mark. How long have you and Lu Jingjing been together? Hurry up and pass on your experience."