Chapter 241: Let's See If You Still Dare to Be Unruly Now

Under her gaze, Jiang Muye soon appeared.

Only this time, he showed up carrying a foot basin in his hands.

"Girlfriend, time to wash your feet—" Jiang Muye said with a hearty laugh.

He set the foot basin right in front of Leng Ruoli.

"First, pour in the hot water." Jiang Muye followed the steps. "Then add a drop of rose essential oil, then scatter in some petals. Done~"

After watching Jiang Muye do all this, Leng Ruoli burst out laughing with a "pfft." "Is this your mysterious surprise?"

"What, this surprise is great. It's my first time washing someone's feet, so you'd better appreciate it." Jiang Muye put on a serious look as he gazed at Leng Ruoli, but the corners of his mouth curving upward gave away his good mood.

"I'll be sure to enjoy it thoroughly~" Leng Ruoli said with a faint smile. "But where did you learn this from?"

"Mm, if you want to spoil your girlfriend, you can never have too many skills." Jiang Muye proudly thumped his chest, then reached to grab Leng Ruoli's foot and dip it into the basin.

Who would've thought that the moment Leng Ruoli's foot went in, she felt the water was scalding hot. She let out a yelp and pulled her foot back.

"So hot." Leng Ruoli gazed at Jiang Muye pitifully with her watery eyes.

"My fault. Look, I've practically burned your pig trotters." Jiang Muye laughed as he admitted his mistake, rubbing Leng Ruoli's fair, pretty little feet.

Leng Ruoli was quick-witted and instantly latched onto the key point.

She smacked Jiang Muye's shoulder and said with a laugh, "Oh, so you're saying I'm a pig!"

"How could I? Such white, plump little feet—how could they belong to a pig? So fragrant." Jiang Muye lifted Leng Ruoli's foot and pressed it against his handsome face.

After seeing Jiang Muye's action, Leng Ruoli's little face turned bright red.

Afraid of scalding Leng Ruoli's feet again, Jiang Muye added a bit of cold water.

This time Leng Ruoli's foot went into the water. As the steam parted, a pair of jade-like feet was revealed, dewy and lovely. The toes were pretty, slender and rounded, the nails a pale crimson, and when the feet lifted slightly, little water droplets clung to them.

The tiny droplets against that creamy, tender skin were simply captivating.

Not to mention that Jiang Muye was now washing Leng Ruoli's feet, and every touch of his fingers met a silky smoothness like satin, making it impossible for him to stop.

"My girlfriend's feet are so pretty." Jiang Muye teased with a playful tone. "I could play with these legs for years. They'd look even prettier in black stockings."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Leng Ruoli's cheeks flushed crimson.

"You… you're bullying me!" She playfully kicked a little water in the basin, and the water lightly splashed onto Jiang Muye's hands.

Seeing this, Jiang Muye's eyes darkened. He directly pounced on Leng Ruoli and started nibbling at her. "Mm, now you're being naughty, and you still dare to act up?"

Leng Ruoli giggled uncontrollably as she was nibbled, her hands rubbing Jiang Muye's back as she reminded him, "We're still washing feet."

"I know we're washing feet. This is just me properly disciplining you, to see if you still dare to be so bold." Jiang Muye randomly bit one of Leng Ruoli's fragrant, lustrous ears.

Leng Ruoli's heart began to race, incredibly fast.

Like pearls large and small falling onto a jade plate, the frequency and rhythm were both rapid.

In the end, Leng Ruoli laughed until tears came out, begging for mercy, "I was wrong, let me go."

Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli's pink, pretty face, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and forcibly suppressed his wicked thoughts before finally releasing her.

But at the very end, he mischievously thrust his hips.

Leng Ruoli let out an "ah" and pounded her little pink fists on Jiang Muye's shoulder, her blush fading slightly. "Too much!"

Jiang Muye laughed heartily, then clamped his hand around Leng Ruoli's fair wrist and said, "You're still getting your feet washed. Be a proper lady."

Leng Ruoli glared at Jiang Muye with her pretty eyes.

Jiang Muye's lips curved up as he continued helping Leng Ruoli wash her feet.

The hot water slowly cooled, and only then did Jiang Muye fish out her jade-like feet and wipe them dry with a large towel.

The damp little feet were now pink and clean.

Jiang Muye grabbed her ankle and kissed the sole of her foot, so affectionate.

Leng Ruoli blushed and shrank her shoulders, then looked with contentment at the man who held her dear in the palm of his hand.

"Alright, hurry up and get into bed." Jiang Muye patted the rear of Leng Ruoli, who was like a little kitten, coaxing her into the blanket.

Who would've thought she'd sit there in a duck-sit and look at Jiang Muye with her watery eyes. "I'll wash your feet."

"Huh?" Jiang Muye was caught completely off guard.

But Leng Ruoli was raring to go. "I'll wash your feet!"

Jiang Muye laughed. "Why wash my feet? You think my feet stink?"

"Borrow and return, it's only proper," Leng Ruoli said frankly. Then she suddenly realized something and glared at Jiang Muye, puffing with anger. "Oh, I get it now. You think my feet stink, so that's why you washed them for me, isn't it?"

Jiang Muye was dumbfounded.

He'd only wanted to pamper his girl, that's why he washed her feet.

Girls' imaginations were just too wild.

Jiang Muye's survival instinct kicked in. He hugged the pretty figure who had her back to him, kneaded her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, "How could that possibly be? I just kissed your feet, would I think they stink?"

Saying that, to prove his resolve, he grabbed Leng Ruoli's feet and kissed them madly several times.

After sensing Jiang Muye's actions, Leng Ruoli's face lit up with a smile.

The two of them rolled around directly on the bed, entwined in affection. Jiang Muye's left hand pulled her slender waist tight, and his right hand flipped through her thick, pretty brown hair as he planted a deep kiss.

Leng Ruoli pressed her blushing face into Jiang Muye's embrace.

Someone was being lovey-dovey, and naturally, someone else was feeling forlorn.

Yu Xi had just entered the dorm room, only to discover his dorm was in complete chaos.

His roommates were actually having a pillow fight.

Goose feathers fluttered through the air, a vast expanse of them, and as Yu Xi pushed the door open, the feathers flew toward him.

Considering that asthma patients were most afraid of feathers and dust.

"Achoo, achoo!" Yu Xi started sneezing, practically overwhelmed by the pungent smell.

Just as he covered his nose and mouth to leave, who would've thought his roommates would grab their pillows and attack. "Yu Xi, come play with us!"

The three roommates surrounded Yu Xi.

Yu Xi's expression froze.

He saw all their pillows aimed right at him—

Yu Xi became the target, directly besieged.

The pillows came down furiously.

"Wheeze—wheeze—wheeze—" Cold sweat broke out on Yu Xi. He couldn't breathe properly.

He hunched over, bending down and clutching his chest. It felt like something was stuck in his throat, making him want to vomit.

So uncomfortable.

Worse than death!

Especially that suffocating feeling, more agonizing than drowning!

Yu Xi struggled to breathe, and he could sense the taste of feathers in his nose and mouth.

Nauseating.

He curled up, that feeling of breathlessness and nausea about to torture him to death.

Yu Xi's pupils bulged slightly, his face completely flushed red, veins bulging.

He struggled to reach for the asthma spray in his pocket, but with a clatter, something unexpected happened—