Chapter 169: More Theory Is Worth Less Than Practice

In moments, Leng Ruoli felt a wave of hot breath at her neck.

Especially with his fingertips pressing and kneading at her nape, even that spot carried a thin layer of warmth, practically scalding to the touch.

After his thin lips bit down, Leng Ruoli's consciousness scattered entirely. She found him burying his head, and caught a glimpse of his exquisite profile, his jet-black lashes as dark as black jade, his high nose bridge, his crimson lips gently pecking and kissing her skin.

Leng Ruoli trembled.

She could feel his lips and teeth sinking in inch by inch.

The lick of his tongue made Leng Ruoli's face flush to the extreme.

Jiang Muye's lips opened and closed, from clumsy at the outset to obviously practiced by the end. He thought of the notes he'd made, kissing desperately and carefully like sucking on jelly.

Keeping his teeth from knocking against the other's tender skin still posed some difficulty, but he worked hard to avoid rookie mistakes and give her the best experience.

Leng Ruoli's skin was fair and clean, tender and smooth to kiss, carrying a faint fresh scent, like fruit, or maybe milk, sweet and rich when kissed.

It really was like sucking on jelly.

Jiang Muye was hooked. He pecked and kissed in big mouthfuls, and after all that trouble finally saw Leng Ruoli's fair skin sucked red, slowly planted with a strawberry mark.

Jiang Muye liked it immensely.

That was a special mark he'd left.

No one else could replace it. Only he could leave a mark like that.

The two of them were wrapped tightly in each other's scorching breath, and the fuss left even Jiang Muye unable to stop himself.

Jiang Muye saw her peach-blossom pink face and raised his head to kiss Leng Ruoli's lips, kissing without any thought of parting. His fingers stroked Leng Ruoli's delicate cheek fondly as he asked, "Like it? The strawberry mark I planted on you."

"I can't see it…" Leng Ruoli's eyes narrowed slightly, shy.

Without another word, Jiang Muye picked up his phone and opened the camera to show Leng Ruoli. The moment she looked, she was slightly startled, then her cheeks flushed a drunken red. "So obvious."

Her skin was fair to begin with, and now with a little strawberry mark planted on it, it stood out with perfect clarity, spreading across her neck, romantic and ambiguous. Thinking of what Jiang Muye had just done, like a wolf or a tiger, Leng Ruoli could not help but want to laugh, and could not help but feel shy.

"Hey, let's get a matching one." Jiang Muye teased her.

"Huh?" Leng Ruoli looked adorably blank.

Then she discovered Jiang Muye had absentmindedly unbuttoned his shirt.

The sight made Leng Ruoli's maiden heart go shy, her body and mind rippling. It was her first time facing a scene like this head-on, and she covered her face with both hands in extreme embarrassment.

"We're still in the car…"

"Otherwise? Where else did you want to go? Get a room?" Jiang Muye asked with a chuckle. "It doesn't take that long."

"That fast?" Leng Ruoli blurted out in surprise.

"Fast?" Jiang Muye pulled Leng Ruoli's hands away from her face, then pinched her little face, hooking his lips meaningfully. "I think what I'm thinking and what you're thinking aren't the same thing. Go on, what were you thinking."

Jiang Muye was wickedly handsome, a bad smile between his brows.

But it left Leng Ruoli's little face steaming hot, her heart rate climbing. Her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Jiang Muye anymore.

So embarrassing.

She really had let her thoughts wander.

"Mm, you tell me, where did your thoughts go." Jiang Muye leaned close, blowing ambiguously into Leng Ruoli's ear.

He especially loved the way his little girlfriend got shy in front of him.

Her ears were small and lustrous.

Her translucent earlobes reddened to the extreme after the warm breath swept over them.

Red through and through white, like a peeled lychee, pink-white and pink-white.

Leng Ruoli dodged lightly, biting her pearly teeth in shame. "I… I wasn't thinking anything."

"Hey." Jiang Muye nuzzled Leng Ruoli's head. "Whether other people are fast, I don't know. But don't count on your boyfriend being fast. He can't be. It won't be over in a few hours."

Leng Ruoli pretended not to understand, her face red as she dodged Jiang Muye's gaze.

Jiang Muye saw she was so embarrassed she was about to poke her head out the car window, and only then raised his brows and said, "Come on, Miss Leng, give me a matching couple's strawberry mark, symmetrical if possible."

He pulled his collar open, baring a large stretch of fair neck for Leng Ruoli to see.

One glance from Leng Ruoli and she couldn't look away.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen it, but every time she looked, her heart pounded.

Leng Ruoli's lips were a little dry. She leaned over and gave Jiang Muye's neck a kiss.

This clumsy kiss made Jiang Muye gasp.

She really didn't know how to plant a strawberry mark.

Her lips and teeth were fumbling, no technique to speak of.

But as long as she was kissing, what did technique matter? Even if she hurt him, there was an indescribable thrill.

Even the pain was pleasure.

Jiang Muye encouragingly pressed her head tighter, watching her busy herself against his front. Her cool, soft fingers flowed across his feverish skin like willow leaves.

Jiang Muye tilted his head back, feeling the comfort of Leng Ruoli's light pecks on his skin.

But just as Jiang Muye was dizzy with pleasure, Leng Ruoli's movements suddenly stopped.

"Hm?" Jiang Muye glanced at Leng Ruoli in confusion.

Only to find Leng Ruoli's gaze fixed deep on his shoulder, her little face stark white, her red lips trembling.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Muye asked.

Leng Ruoli clutched at her clothes tightly and asked hesitantly, "I remember you seemed to have a scar on your shoulder?"

"Ah, did I?" Jiang Muye didn't want to expose his Repair Dew, nor did he want Leng Ruoli to think he had an ugly scar.

Boys wanted to save face, after all, and wanted the girl to think of them as a little more perfect.

Jiang Muye smiled and rubbed Leng Ruoli's hair. "It's not actually important."

But Leng Ruoli felt somewhat uneasy. She bit her lower lip, a little panic in her heart.

Earlier, when Jiang Muye had come out shirtless, she remembered there seemed to be a faint scar. But looking now, it was gone.

That scar had stayed for a full six years without disappearing, so how could it vanish in just a few days?

Could he have gone for laser scar removal?

"Not bad, teachable. The strawberry mark isn't too obvious, but it counts as there."

Leng Ruoli was pulled out of her recollection by Jiang Muye's words. She found Jiang Muye holding his phone and looking at the strawberry mark on his neck.

It made her face burn red.

Right. Not actually important.

Anyway, she'd struggled so hard to find him, and he was the one she'd been waiting for. There was no such thing as a mistake.

She was pulled back into Jiang Muye's arms, relying on him and enjoying the warmth that belonged to him.

The two chatted on and on in the car, until it was nearly time for the dormitory to close, and only then did Leng Ruoli remind him they should head back.

Jiang Muye obligingly moved to get out of the car.

But the first thing Leng Ruoli saw was the strawberry mark on Jiang Muye's neck.

Her ears burned hot, and she looked at Jiang Muye bashfully, pointed a finger, and said, "Aren't you going to button up and cover it?"

"Why should I cover it? This is the strawberry mark my girlfriend spent so much effort planting on me. I'm eager to announce it to the whole world." Jiang Muye laughed, playful and irreverent.