Chapter 269: What to Do When My Girlfriend Is Too Soft and Squishy

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

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"You were the one who latched onto me just now, and now you're acting shameless, wanting to let me go? No way. I haven't even hugged you once today, and now that I finally got the chance, I'm definitely going to hug you enough in one go. How could I possibly let you go now?" Jiang Muye's lips curled into a smirk.

He was naturally reluctant to let go. Leng Ruoli's body was soft and squishy, she was so cute, and she smelled wonderful.

Who wouldn't like their girlfriend clinging to them? Jiang Muye wasn't one of those idiot straight guys, so he naturally knew how to cherish his girlfriend.

Leng Ruoli's eyes sparkled with light. "Fine, keep hugging me then. I have absolutely no way to deal with you."

She breathed softly against Jiang Muye. "Later, when you get tired, what will you do? Later, when you beg me to put you down, I won't agree either."

"Hahahaha, have you forgotten the last time I carried you all the way from the bedroom downstairs? Who was it that begged me for mercy, saying no, no? And now you're acting tsundere?" Jiang Muye teased, leaning close to Leng Ruoli's small ear.

Leng Ruoli's ear burned hot from the teasing of that magnetic voice, and the image of that day naturally swirled in her mind, stirring her heart.

Her skin grew even redder, almost as if it could drip blood. Of course, in Jiang Muye's eyes, she was completely a feast for the eyes.

Jiang Muye smiled as he gazed at Leng Ruoli, and Leng Ruoli lightly pinched his ear. "Okay, stop talking, it's really embarrassing."

The way her fingertip brushed past was truly like an electric current, making Jiang Muye's adrenaline surge. It was so exciting.

Jiang Muye's breathing grew heavy. He loved being stimulated by his girlfriend like this.

Especially with Leng Ruoli looking so delicate and beautiful, it made Jiang Muye's heart bloom with joy, simply swelling with excitement.

Jiang Muye gently tightened his grip on Leng Ruoli's slender waist a little and said with a chuckle, "You doing this really makes me want to recreate a scene, unlock a new venue, and see whether it'll be me begging for mercy later or you."

Leng Ruoli raised her little pink fist and pounded Jiang Muye's shoulder. "You're the worst!"

Jiang Muye looked with satisfaction at Leng Ruoli's shy yet reserved appearance. He was just about to say something when he heard a rumbling sound—he heard an unusual noise.

Leng Ruoli's face was burning red, clearly avoiding Jiang Muye's gaze, and Jiang Muye saw every bit of it clearly.

Jiang Muye smiled and said with a laugh, "Why do I hear someone's stomach growling? Hungry?"

Leng Ruoli shook her head. "Not hungry."

Clearly saying one thing and meaning another—right after denying it, Leng Ruoli's stomach growled again.

Leng Ruoli was even more embarrassed than before, burying her little head.

Jiang Muye laughed. "Really not hungry? Someone's being too dishonest."

"I… I'm hungry. I didn't have dinner." Leng Ruoli's little face was flushed pink.

"Why didn't you eat dinner?" Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli seriously.

Leng Ruoli mumbled softly, "I'm afraid I won't fit into my evening gown."

"Hm? You will. Let me feel you now—you feel too thin, how could you possibly not fit."

"There'll be a corset, it's a Young Misses' Gala…" Leng Ruoli's little face was pink. "I'm about to have my twentieth birthday coming-of-age ceremony, and I've been selected to attend the Top-Tier Lofant Gala. The requirements for this gala are extremely strict, and I don't want to poison you."

When Jiang Muye heard this, his eyes blazed with heat.

"My girlfriend is too amazing!"

He had long since heard of the Lofant Gala.

It was originally a noble Young Misses' gala initiated by a British earl, and the tradition had been preserved ever since. Only through the strictest selection and voting could a girl enter this royal feast.

It wasn't about having money or connections.

Considering that this gala gathered socialites and Young Misses from all over the world, all of them beautiful and talented.

In the past, a famous princess from Country G had actually failed to be selected for this Top-Tier gala.

Now that Jiang Muye knew his girlfriend could attend this gala, he felt extremely delighted.

As her boyfriend, he felt very proud.

Leng Ruoli's little face was pink. "I never imagined I'd be selected either. So, are you willing to be my dance partner and attend with me?"

"If you weren't going with me, who else would you want to go with?" Jiang Muye's eyes smiled brightly, full of unrestrained joy.

Leng Ruoli worried, "But there'll be dancing. I'm afraid you'll hate it."

She knew very well that Jiang Muye didn't much like those snobbish banquets. He was more of a do-as-he-pleases, go-with-the-flow type, and moreover, there was dancing, which he liked even less.

Jiang Muye's lips curved into a smirk as he said to Leng Ruoli, "I don't really like dancing, but doing it with you, I quite like it."

Liking someone meant turning even things you disliked into things you liked.

Jiang Muye could be accommodating of Leng Ruoli, and could also learn to embrace Leng Ruoli's hobbies.

Besides, he was someone with the System—would he be afraid of the dancing at a Top-Tier gala? Impossible!

After hearing Jiang Muye's words, Leng Ruoli's eyes shone brilliantly. "You're so good!"

She cupped Jiang Muye's lips and gave him a kiss, unable to suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth.

Jiang Muye's eyes curved, his smile deep.

"As for dancing, I'll teach you. Although I'm not very good either, we can study hard together." Leng Ruoli grew wistful.

Dancing a duet together was also a way to cultivate affection.

Especially the face-to-face closeness of dance, which could breed even more ambiguity.

She pressed against his body, feeling his breath, feeling his fingers brush past her waist—just thinking about it felt exciting.

Leng Ruoli didn't expect Jiang Muye to dance well.

As long as he could dance with her, Leng Ruoli would be very satisfied.

Jiang Muye reached out and patted Leng Ruoli's head. "Alright, then I'll beg you, teacher, to teach me well."

"Then shall we go to the dance studio to practice now? No, that's not right, you're too tired today. Let's do it tomorrow, tonight you should rest well." Leng Ruoli's eyes were full of concern.

"The focus right now isn't me resting well."

"Huh?"

"Little dummy, did you forget you're hungry? Did you forget while talking to me?" Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow.

Leng Ruoli's little face flushed red with embarrassment and she nodded. "I am pretty hungry."

"Then let's go eat now. No dieting! You're already thin enough, you look great in clothes, and you can easily outshine everyone in the room!" Jiang Muye had to fill Leng Ruoli's stomach properly—only by feeding Leng Ruoli full could Leng Ruoli feed him full.

Jiang Muye had to plan for the long term.

Just as Jiang Muye was about to take Leng Ruoli away, Leng Ruoli's legs swung as she struggled. "Alright, put me down. You can't just carry me off to eat."

"Why not? Believe it or not, you could even sit on my lap while eating." Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow and teased with a chuckle.