Chapter 196: If You Lie, I'll Punish You

Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli's cheerful smile and immediately understood. "Alright, I get it now. You're deliberately doing the opposite of what I say."

So Leng Ruoli had deliberately chosen so many dresses to "stimulate" him.

Her inner thoughts had been seen through by Jiang Muye, but Leng Ruoli would definitely admit it. She immediately began shaking her head like a rattle drum. "How could that be?"

"You are~" Jiang Muye stepped forward and directly pinned Leng Ruoli against the wall, then lifted her chin with one hand. "Mm, if you lie, I'll have to punish you."

"How will you punish me?" Leng Ruoli was a little eager.

She gazed at Jiang Muye, her smile carrying a hint of wickedness. That blend of innocence and seduction was simply top-notch.

Jiang Muye's mouth went dry.

He couldn't care less about what the salesgirls thought. He grabbed a few pieces of clothing, then took Leng Ruoli's hand and headed toward the fitting room.

Leng Ruoli was a bit dazed too.

She had just been teasing him, but she hadn't imagined the situation would turn out so differently from what she'd pictured.

Clang— The fitting room door shut, and Leng Ruoli felt a body brimming with hormones press tightly against her.

The scorching body was about to burn Leng Ruoli numb.

Her eyes were still misty as she looked at Jiang Muye, but he had already lowered his head and pinned her into the corner of the fitting room.

"Didn't you ask what the punishment would be? Mm, then I'll tell you." Jiang Muye's slightly warm fingers traced the contours of Leng Ruoli's face, piece by piece.

Leng Ruoli was so tantalized that her lips and teeth went dry.

In a moment, a fierce kiss stuffed her mouth so full she couldn't say a single word.

Oh, she could say something.

But it would definitely just be some onomatopoeia.

Broken and halting.

Not a single complete sentence could come out.

The fitting room door let out a heavy sound. Aside from the rustling of clothes, there were also some strange noises mixed in.

Inside the clothing store, one salesgirl asked in confusion, "Did you just see Mr. Jiang? How come he's not here anymore?"

The other salesgirl was equally bewildered. "Did he leave?"

Young Master Jiang hadn't allowed them to follow, so they'd gone to attend to other customers, but in the blink of an eye, he had vanished.

Now they noticed that the cosmetics bag Jiang Muye had bought was still sitting where it was, and she looked utterly confused.

They assumed Jiang Muye had accidentally left it in the store and wanted to contact him, when suddenly they heard a resolute voice.

"We'll take all these clothes."

The salesgirls stared in astonishment as Jiang Muye very boldly placed a pile of clothes on the front counter.

Several of his shirt buttons had been undone, the front hanging wide open, giving off a completely lazy yet free-and-easy appearance.

With one smile, he could charm anyone senseless.

One couldn't help but want to unbutton his shirt and take a good look.

Who wouldn't want to swing on a handsome guy's abs, or slide down his long legs?

However, Jiang Muye's right hand was clasped around a pair of tender white hands.

A petite, graceful figure could be seen following behind him.

Her breathing was noticeably more disordered than Jiang Muye's. Her little face was burning hot and buried low, giving off a completely delicate, rosy appearance that made one want to take a bite.

Perhaps she was afraid of the cold—she seemed wrapped up tightly from head to toe. Even though the store had heating, her top's buttons were all done up, covering her beautiful neck completely.

But now that a big customer had arrived and several expensive pieces of clothing needed to be rung up, the salesgirls were naturally happy. Without another word, they went to settle the bill and pack everything up.

Jiang Muye carried the clothes and took Leng Ruoli's hand to leave.

But after only a few steps, Leng Ruoli's legs went weak. The salesgirl beside her was startled. "Miss, careful."

"It's fine, she has me." At the critical moment, Jiang Muye supported Leng Ruoli's back and steadied her delicate body. "She's just feeling a bit weak right now."

Leng Ruoli glared at Jiang Muye reproachfully.

In a corner the salesgirls couldn't see, she secretly pinched the flesh at Jiang Muye's waist.

But Jiang Muye just laughed happily, pressed close to Leng Ruoli's ear, and said, "Alright, my fault."

"Good that you know it." Leng Ruoli's red lips pouted slightly, giving off a completely cute and appetizing appearance.

Jiang Muye's lips curled upward.

He led Leng Ruoli out.

They found a Japanese restaurant, and the two of them prepared to eat.

【Congratulations, Host, on a successful check-in at the Japanese restaurant. You have obtained 200 Grit Points and 300,000 RMB.】

After closing the system panel, Jiang Muye said to the waiter who had brought the dishes, "Don't disturb us unless I say so."

The waiter smiled attentively. "Yes."

After the private room door closed, Jiang Muye pounced like a cheetah. Leng Ruoli's little face was flushed red, and her fair palms pressed against Jiang Muye's shirt.

"You're at it again!" Leng Ruoli's translucent ears instantly turned red enough to drip blood.

Looking at the delectable Leng Ruoli before him, Jiang Muye's lips curled upward.

"Heh heh, I'm just taking a look." Jiang Muye stared intently at Leng Ruoli. "Making up for it a bit."

"But it really hurts." Leng Ruoli let out a whimper, looking pitifully at Jiang Muye. "What a big bite."

"Yeah, I couldn't control myself. My fault. Here, hit me." Jiang Muye grabbed Leng Ruoli's small hand and let her palm lightly pat his handsome face.

How could Leng Ruoli bear to hit him? At most, her palm just touched him—it was more like stroking.

Seeing Jiang Muye's playful demeanor, her resentment diminished somewhat.

"It's not like you did it on purpose."

"Heh, then how about I take a look?" Jiang Muye was eager, continuing to coax Leng Ruoli.

Only then did Leng Ruoli relent and let him have his way.

Jiang Muye took a look.

There was a very obvious bite mark on Leng Ruoli's fair inner thigh.

Beyond any doubt, it was left by Jiang Muye.

He just felt that such a snowy-white place shouldn't be left without a mark of his own—what a shame that would be.

Since he couldn't leave a "I was here" mark, he'd leave a bite mark instead.

So Jiang Muye couldn't control himself and bit down, as punishment.

Of course, Leng Ruoli was in so much pain that her eyes brimmed with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

Red eyes, red nose, slightly biting her red lips, choking back sobs.

It was only after Jiang Muye coaxed Leng Ruoli for quite a while—kissing her cheeks and nuzzling her shoulders—that her pain subsided a bit.

"Put some medicine on it when we get back." Jiang Muye saw that her wound was somewhat swollen and felt extremely distressed.

Jiang Muye stared at it earnestly, which made Leng Ruoli's face flush crimson. She turned her pretty face away and murmured, "No need, it's fine. I feel like it's behaving itself here, and our position is also… weird."