Chapter 231: My Lips Are Numb From All the Kissing

Leng Ruoli reached out and gently pinched Jiang Muye's cheek. With a smile, she said, "You've already kissed me so many times, and you still want more? My lips have gone numb from all your kissing."

"How could I ever get enough? Not even close—I actually think it's too few." The corners of Jiang Muye's mouth curled up. Leng Ruoli cupped his face and gave him a deep kiss, then smiled. "There, that should satisfy you, right?"

"Shouldn't there at least be a passionate kiss?" Jiang Muye clicked his tongue, dissatisfied.

"You…" Before Leng Ruoli could say anything else, Jiang Muye had already wrapped his left arm around her waist, his other hand resting on her cheek, and then he kissed her full red lips.

Jiang Muye kissed her with deep passion.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, and a cool mint sensation, like a lozenge, spread across the tip of his tongue.

Very fresh.

It had clearly been a bit bitter, but now it was sweet.

It was like eating jelly, and Jiang Muye became addicted to kissing her.

After Jiang Muye reluctantly let go of Leng Ruoli, she breathed heavily, her lively eyes shimmering with a pink haze, the very picture of coy charm.

It made Jiang Muye's heart itch just looking at her.

Especially since he'd had his first taste yesterday, he naturally had a few small ideas now.

But the problem was Leng Ruoli's frame—how could she handle it?

Especially since last night he'd worn her out to the point of begging, so she probably had no energy left.

Jiang Muye sighed and could only forcibly push the wicked thoughts down in his mind.

Leng Ruoli's lips had been kissed red and swollen by Jiang Muye, and her little face was bright red.

Who would have thought that Jiang Muye's hand would reach over and slip under the covers—this startled Leng Ruoli a bit.

Her delicate, beautiful face flushed crimson, and she trembled nervously, not daring to move at all. But she grabbed Jiang Muye's sneak-attacking hand and said, "You… you're at it again? Didn't we already last night…"

"Even though your husband has plenty of stamina, it's not like you think—I'm not so desperate I'll take anything." Seeing Leng Ruoli's shy and timid expression, Jiang Muye teased with a laugh.

The red spread across Leng Ruoli's skin, sweet as a candied hawthorn, the very picture of a tempting little sweetie. "If that's not it, then what are you doing?"

"I've already bought the ointment for you—of course I'm going to apply it." Jiang Muye chuckled low.

Leng Ruoli bit her lower lip in shame. "I… I'll do it myself."

Even though they'd been completely open with each other yesterday, for such a private place, she still felt embarrassed to let Jiang Muye do it.

But Jiang Muye spoke with particular responsibility. "No. I caused it, so I'll take care of the aftermath. Besides, you can't even see it yourself—it has to be me."

Leng Ruoli still wanted to negotiate with Jiang Muye.

But Jiang Muye looked at her seriously. "I'll put it simply—yes or no."

Leng Ruoli lowered her pretty face slightly, her long thick lashes trembling, and even her proud little rabbits quivered. She said sheepishly, "Fine then."

During the process of applying the ointment, Jiang Muye discovered that his girlfriend really was quite adorable.

She spent the whole time hiding her face with a pillow.

But even through the pillow, Jiang Muye could feel just how red and tempting that stunning face must be.

Gulp.

Jiang Muye felt that an even more tempting scenery was elsewhere.

Swaying right before his eyes.

He could only look, not taste.

It was like being right at the mountain peak, able to take in all the smaller mountains at a glance, only to be told to descend—deeply regrettable.

Jiang Muye tried his best not to notice Leng Ruoli's peachy, sweet figure.

When he applied the ointment, he was extremely careful.

Fortunately, Leng Ruoli cooperated well, and the whole process wasn't too difficult.

By the time Jiang Muye finished, Leng Ruoli could finally breathe more smoothly.

Jiang Muye leaned over her, gazing at her gently, with a coaxing tone. "Be a good girl, you can take the pillow away now, right? It must be so uncomfortable otherwise."

"No." Just as Jiang Muye reached out to snatch the pillow away, Leng Ruoli's shy voice rang out.

Jiang Muye laughed softly. "Do you really want to be smothered? Be good, listen to your husband."

After coaxing her for a while, he finally managed to snatch the pillow from Leng Ruoli's hands.

At that moment, Leng Ruoli's cheeks were bright red, her skin rosy and full of elasticity. When she looked at Jiang Muye, he sank into the tender spring waters of her gaze—intoxicated, mesmerized.

He lowered his head and lay on Leng Ruoli's chest, happily wrapping his arms around her waist. "My girlfriend is so beautiful. Look at how lucky I've gotten."

Jiang Muye really felt like he was dreaming.

Back then, he'd been the simp everyone watched fruitlessly chase after Xia Xiran, but now he'd become the Hundred-Billion Heir in everyone's eyes, a famous male god, and he'd won the beauty over.

If you'd told anyone in the past, who would have believed it?

But now it had happened.

Leng Ruoli shyly replied, "My boyfriend… is also very handsome. I'm very lucky."

"You really know how to flatter." Jiang Muye nuzzled his face against her, and could feel the little rabbits' movements very clearly. He enjoyed it immensely and wanted to drown in it, not wanting to face the real world at all.

"If I could, I'd want to stay in the hotel with you forever."

Jiang Muye teased with a laugh, but Leng Ruoli lightly patted his shoulder and muttered with a red face, "Spare me, please—I can't take your torment. Yesterday I cried and begged you and it didn't even work~"

After hearing Leng Ruoli's words, Jiang Muye chuckled. "My fault. Then I'll make it up to you properly. Wife on top, I'll listen to you—that works, right?"

Leng Ruoli harrumphed. "Don't try to trick me."

"Really. You must be hungry—here, drink some chicken soup. You eat the meat, I'll drink the soup." Jiang Muye got up with a laugh and brought over the chicken soup from the thermos.

Leng Ruoli burst out laughing. "Everyone knows the essence of chicken soup is in the broth, not the meat. So you're going to drink the best part?"

Jiang Muye cried out in protest of the injustice. "I had no such wicked intentions! My mistake. Here, you take the first sip, get some good nourishment."

Jiang Muye fed Leng Ruoli the chicken soup.

After Leng Ruoli took a sweet sip, she furrowed her brows. "It seems a bit salty."

"Really? Let me taste." Jiang Muye found it strange—the chef's skill shouldn't have any problems. What happened?

Jiang Muye lowered his head and took a sip of the chicken soup.

The flavor was fresh and delicious, not salty at all.

"It's not salty." Jiang Muye told Leng Ruoli honestly.

Who would have thought Leng Ruoli would burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Muye was bewildered.

Leng Ruoli leaned close and said to Jiang Muye in a very serious tone, "You big dummy, I just wanted to trick you into drinking the chicken soup."

After hearing Leng Ruoli's words, realization struck Jiang Muye—he'd fallen into Leng Ruoli's trap.

"Alright, your courage has grown—you can even trick me now!" Jiang Muye laughed and bit down on Leng Ruoli's neck.

Of course, he didn't have the heart to bite hard.

Calling it a bite—at most he just poked her with his little fangs.

It was more about leaving a strawberry.