Chapter 257: What Are You Up To?

"Then what?" Jiang Muye asked, puzzled, looking at Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli suddenly smiled extremely happily, especially when looking at him, so quirky and mischievous, as if some sort of bad idea had bubbled up inside her.

Seeing this, Jiang Muye got an ominous premonition.

He had only just shifted sideways when he heard Leng Ruoli's giggling voice, "Don't run."

"What are you planning to do?" Jiang Muye asked.

Leng Ruoli took out two glow-in-the-dark little devil headbands from her bag and said, "Come, let me put this on you."

"Put this on me?" Jiang Muye was astonished.

Leng Ruoli leaned close to Jiang Muye's ear and said softly, "Look, you're going to put that little black cat headband on me, so isn't it fine if I have you wear this?"

Jiang Muye felt his face grow hot.

This headband, he could wear it in private.

The problem was that it looked far too cute right now.

After all, several of his roommates were still watching. If he really wore it, he'd definitely get laughed at.

"Come on, wear it~"

Yet Leng Ruoli was now raising her moist, yearning eyes, as cute as a little dolphin. It really was hard to refuse.

He didn't want to wear it, but she was acting spoiled.

And acting spoiled so adorably.

If she wasn't rubbing against him, she was shaking his arm.

Jiang Muye was especially weak against this trick of Leng Ruoli's. After a bout of agonizing, he said to her, "Just for a little while~"

"Okay~" Leng Ruoli was joyful and elated, already clapping her hands.

Such a happy appearance, falling into Jiang Muye's eyes, naturally made his heart bloom with joy.

Even something he found rather embarrassing didn't seem so hard to accept anymore.

Under the ambiguous lighting, Leng Ruoli gently placed the little devil headband on Jiang Muye. His skin could clearly feel the gentle touch of her fingers brushing past his face.

Very comfortable, very comfortable, like flowing water, letting Jiang Muye somewhat enjoy her touch.

Especially since her gaze rested on him with such interest, and she smiled so sweetly, leaving Jiang Muye not even a trace of pressure.

His hand rested at Leng Ruoli's slender little waist, lifting her up.

"See, I'm very careful too, fixing your hair for you," Leng Ruoli said, lightly patting Jiang Muye's little head.

Jiang Muye's mouth curved up, and unconsciously he tightened his grip on her waist by a few inches.

Leng Ruoli knelt on his thighs, her sweet smile facing him.

Jiang Muye's eyes lifted slightly, his mood excellent.

Leng Ruoli was like a quiet little baby, leaning on his shoulder, seriously watching the performance on stage.

When Yu Qianxia sang to the depth of passion, Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli firmly clasped their fingers together, sweet and affectionate, as cloying as chocolate.

When it came to the chorus, Leng Ruoli could resonate with Jiang Muye.

The two of them sang together. She wasn't very familiar with the lyrics, so she could only hum.

It was Jiang Muye leading Leng Ruoli in singing. Leng Ruoli went from being unable to let loose at the outset to singing with full excitement by the end.

Leng Ruoli was so happy that her little face was flushed red.

"Good thing you weren't a car crash scene, isn't this singing pretty well?" Jiang Muye curled his lips, looking at Leng Ruoli.

Facing Jiang Muye's burning gaze, Leng Ruoli's little face flushed red.

"I was just following you, so it slowly became easier not to go off-key."

"Then whatever you do in the future, follow me," Jiang Muye said with certainty.

"Okay~ I'll follow you," Leng Ruoli smiled radiantly. "I wasn't planning to run anyway."

Jiang Muye kissed the back of Leng Ruoli's hand, and Leng Ruoli shyly lowered her little face.

They waited a while, and it had already reached the end.

But Yu Qianxia didn't sing "The Image of Southward," but another song, "Blue Summer."

Leng Ruoli was puzzled. "Why hasn't it reached 'The Stars of Southward' yet? Could she have decided not to sing it?"

It wasn't just Leng Ruoli. Others were also very confused.

Little White Dove asked Jiang Muye, "Wasn't it agreed there'd be 'The Stars of Southward'? How come I don't see it?"

"Wait a bit more." Jiang Muye's brows knitted tight.

It shouldn't be. He'd already opened the Brocade Pouch and had Lu Lei go as a lobbyist.

Logically it shouldn't be like this. Just where in the chain had the problem appeared?

Could it be that Yu Qianxia really wasn't going to sing it?

Jiang Muye watched as Yu Qianxia was leaving the stage. He was somewhat confused now too. She really wasn't going to sing "The Stars of Southward."

It hadn't succeeded?

"Alright, let's leave. Seems it's over." Little White Dove was somewhat reluctant to part, deeply disappointed. "Looks like tonight we really won't get to hear 'The Stars of Southward.' It's truly become a lost song."

Jiang Muye lowered his eyelids, a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

The people around them were already leaving one after another.

Leng Ruoli noticed Jiang Muye's disappointment and clutched the palm of his hand, saying, "It's okay. If she doesn't sing it, I'll go back and sing it for you."

Her innocent little face was right there before Jiang Muye's eyes.

So tender and pretty, her eyes full of him, like a dazzling Milky Way.

Jiang Muye felt as if he were embracing the entire universe.

So what if he'd lost a star because of it? He still felt the radiant brilliance.

"Okay, I'll go back and listen to you sing." Jiang Muye's lips curved up.

His hand rested on Leng Ruoli's back. Leng Ruoli, her little face red, was about to get up, holding his palm, and said, "Let's go, let's set off. However many times you want to hear it, I'll sing it for you that many times."

"Oh, then I rather like it when you sing on the water bed." As Leng Ruoli pulled him up, Jiang Muye leaned close to Leng Ruoli's ear and teased softly.

A peach-pink blush appeared on her face, dewy and pretty.

She shyly pushed Jiang Muye.

"Tonight you'd better be prepared for your voice to go hoarse." Jiang Muye blew a breath at her ear. "I'll prepare some Golden Throat for you when the time comes."

Leng Ruoli gave a shy "mm," took Jiang Muye's hand, and followed him to leave.

However, just as they were about to disperse, a clear voice came through the air.

"There are many people who meet when the song begins, and many who part when the song ends. I hope that before the song ends and everyone disperses, I can still offer everyone one more song, 'The Stars of Southward.'"

Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli instinctively turned back, and there they found Yu Qianxia, suspended on a wire, already seated on a swing and making her entrance amid a sea of magnesium lights.

Yu Qianxia was like a peerlessly beautiful elf.

Screams erupted throughout the venue at once.

Jiang Muye lowered the volume, unable to hear those piercing sounds, but he could tell from everyone's excited expressions that everyone was thrilled right now.

Those who had been about to run off immediately ran back.

Little White Dove directly cried out, "Dream fulfilled, dream fulfilled! I never imagined I'd still be able to wait for this day!"

Even Jiang Muye got goosebumps.

He had entirely been unprepared to hear "The Stars of Southward" before leaving!

My youth is over!