Chapter 261: Jiang Muye's Love Letter

"Earlier I asked you about the other love letters, and you were hemming and hawing and wouldn't say anything. Why won't you show me the love letters?" Jiang Muye teased with a chuckle.

Leng Ruoli's face grew warm, and she gazed at Jiang Muye with burning eyes. "All those love letters are in my drawer. If you want to read them, I'll give them to you later~"

"Sure." Jiang Muye nodded eagerly.

"No, where's your love letter!" Leng Ruoli shoved Jiang Muye. Realizing she'd fallen into his trap, she grew anxious.

Jiang Muye laughed delightedly. "You're still dodging the question of why the first time was a forced kiss on my cheek instead of my lips. Is my mouth not nice to kiss?"

Leng Ruoli lowered her little face, her skin steaming with heat. She avoided Jiang Muye's scorching gaze and stammered, "Of course not, it's just…"

"Just what? Heh heh, could it be that you were afraid to kiss my mouth, because once you kissed it you'd want to kiss it again!" Jiang Muye chuckled.

"Narcissist." Leng Ruoli bit her lower lip, the very picture of a bashful young girl.

"If that's not it, then what is it?"

"Don't change the subject, where's my love letter? I at least gave you one love letter, but the problem is you haven't given me a single one." Leng Ruoli pouted her red lips and gazed at Jiang Muye pitifully.

"I'm a bit careless, didn't think to write one. Look, we're already an old married couple, so let's not do that whole first-love teenagers routine. It's boring." Jiang Muye joked.

Leng Ruoli gazed at Jiang Muye with a resentful look. "I'm still a young girl."

"And I'm still a young man, plus I've already been defiled by you." Jiang Muye sighed, deliberately teasing her.

Leng Ruoli muttered bashfully, "What do you mean defiled you? It was clearly you who did this and that to me!"

"What do you mean this and that? Explain it properly so I can know what you mean!"

"You!" Leng Ruoli's ears had gone red to the extreme. She stretched out her foot and lightly kicked Jiang Muye's shoe. "Drive."

"You really want to go driving? There's no one around at night, and it seems pretty secluded here. I wonder what position we'll be doing today." Jiang Muye lifted Leng Ruoli's chin and teased her.

His favorite thing was watching his wife's shy expression.

Her watery, beautiful eyes were silky and alluring, her delicate features dyed with a shy blush, making her a feast for the eyes. Especially her full lips, slightly bitten, were simply seductive.

Jiang Muye liked it exceptionally.

Of course, such a beautiful scene could only be seen by him.

Leng Ruoli was terribly embarrassed. "Then I'm getting out of the car!" She didn't actually intend to get out; she was just deliberately messing with Jiang Muye, making the motion of pushing open the car door.

Jiang Muye was bluffed by this.

He definitely didn't want to take things too far, or he'd have to coax her afterward.

That would be playing with fire and burning himself.

Jiang Muye pulled Leng Ruoli into his arms and chuckled. "I said you were a little dummy, and you really are a little dummy. Right, you guessed correctly, it is a love letter, a love letter written for you."

Leng Ruoli's clear, lovely eyes looked over. When she smiled, the corners of her mouth lifted, sweet as could be. "Then what does this mean?"

Jiang Muye's lips curved up.

In front of Leng Ruoli, he began to turn the whole sheet of paper upside down.

Leng Ruoli was stunned, and then she discovered that the letters which had confused her were now pieced together into something she recognized.

"iloveyouineedyouimissyou."

A magnetic voice slowly sounded in her ear.

Leng Ruoli's heart was stirred to the depths of passion, and her heartbeat had already grown erratic.

"Translate it for me." Leng Ruoli tugged on Jiang Muye's sleeve and asked with a smile.

"Don't you know English?" Jiang Muye's face grew hot.

"I want to hear you say it." Leng Ruoli's gaze was burning.

Jiang Muye cast aside his embarrassment and said to Leng Ruoli with deep affection, "I love you, I need you, I miss you."

Every single word struck the softest place in Leng Ruoli's heart.

Hearing this, Leng Ruoli's eyes had already grown moist.

She wanted to cry, but her face was smiling.

"Little dummy, don't think about crying. You're already the object in my palm now, you can't run away. There's still a little secret for you to discover." Jiang Muye pinched Leng Ruoli's tender cheek with a smile.

Leng Ruoli let out an "Ah" of great surprise. "Ah? There's more?"

"Of course."

Jiang Muye instinctively turned the paper back over.

After seeing the densely packed contents on the paper, Leng Ruoli's eyes instantly went red.

She sobbed uncontrollably, gazing at Jiang Muye.

Those flourishing, elegant words all came into her mind.

She couldn't forget them, fresh in her memory.

From the moment I picked up the pen and prepared to describe the details of our meeting, I couldn't help but feel happy. Our meeting was quite imperfect. I was so bedraggled, and you were so pure.

That day at the girls' restroom entrance, I didn't know what you were saying, but I turned my face to the side, and what you kissed was me.

God, you kissed my face.

Once I was still a stranger to you, but in that moment it became clear.

Leng Ruoli, the girl who stole my first kiss—of course, she only kissed my face—how could I think she slept with me? So unforgettable.

Later, I discovered that you look lovely when you smile.

As you ate your sweet candy, I seemed to taste the sweetness too. I mean, I thought your lips were sweet. What was I supposed to do? At that time my head was full of the thought that you'd be nice to kiss.

Orange sunset glow, you in the wind, hair down to your waist. In my mind, the thought actually bloomed: 'Hair to the waist, how about I marry you?' Although you were many years late, I actually felt the timing of our feelings was just right.

In this life, I want to give you my countless tenderness. As long as you always face me, hold my hand, and smile at me, that's all I need.

Before, I thought, what a silly girl, why would she like me? I don't understand romance, my personality is terrible, I have no experience in love, and I was the laughingstock of others' idle gossip.

But I'm also so happy. The one you like is me, letting me squeeze happiness out of ordinary, unremarkable days, letting me feel that life is sweet.

Loving you began in autumn, passed through winter. I so want to be with you year after year, year after year.

Leng Ruoli's eyes grew wet, as if sand had gotten into them. She was so moved.

"A thousand words gather into a single sentence," Jiang Muye paused, gazing at Leng Ruoli with deep affection, "and that is, I love you."

Leng Ruoli immediately threw herself into Jiang Muye's arms, tears streaming, yet her voice brimming with joy. "Is today Valentine's Day? Otherwise, how could I be this happy?"

Jiang Muye could naturally feel the slight dampness on his shoulder. He began to hold Leng Ruoli tightly, as if she could be inlaid into his bones, an existence engraved in his heart.

"I have no way to give you my first love, but I can give you my last love." Jiang Muye's lips curved up. "When we're together, that's Valentine's Day."