Chapter 277: Just Right, Rolling and Rolling

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

That was his precious treasure. He couldn't even bear to mistreat her himself—how could he possibly be willing to let anyone else mistreat her?

Before, he hadn't been around. Now, who would dare act up in front of his treasure?

They'd definitely lived long enough and now wanted a taste of suffering.

Leng Ruoli leaned in and kissed Jiang Muye on the cheek. She kissed him especially hard, hard enough to squash his face out of shape.

Jiang Muye laughed out loud, a bright light shining in his eyes, and said directly to Leng Ruoli, "My treasure's so forward. Now I don't even want to let you go. Ah, another day of not wanting to dance—I just want to roll around with my treasure."

"Who wants to roll around with you." Leng Ruoli's little face was bright red, and she turned away and ignored Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye flashed his snow-white teeth, grinning especially broadly. "I just want to roll around with you. You can't expect me to roll on my own—that's not something a person can do."

"Roll by yourself." Leng Ruoli gave a little huff. On the surface she was unruffled, but in reality her heart was fluttering, and the corners of her mouth had already stealthily curled upward.

Jiang Muye circled her slender waist from behind, pressed his face against the nape of Leng Ruoli's neck, and blew a breath of air. "No. I'm not rolling. I'm sticking to you."

Jiang Muye, with his wicked intentions, pushed Leng Ruoli down onto the sofa, his leg pressing right up against her.

Looking at the man before her, dangerous as a leopard, Leng Ruoli laughed out loud and begged for mercy again and again. "Let me off, we agreed we'd go dancing together tonight. My legs are all weak right now."

"Fine." Jiang Muye pinched Leng Ruoli's little face and said, not nearly satisfied, "You just went and came on to me however you liked, lit a fire, and now you won't take responsibility for putting it out. You're completely unreasonable."

"You're the unreasonable one! Who takes three or four hours and still can't finish!" Leng Ruoli's eyes were already full of grievance. "You left my legs sore and my back aching—my legs are still so sore. Look, there are your finger marks on my calves."

"Really? Then let me check." Jiang Muye smiled wickedly and reached up under Leng Ruoli's skirt, only to be immediately stopped by her.

"Jiang Muye!"

"Haha, I have to see the evidence of the crime." Jiang Muye curled the corners of his lips.

Leng Ruoli's pink-white little face was bright red and utterly delectable. "This time the evidence is preserved. We'll talk about it next time."

"Haha, my treasure really is fickle."

"It's you who has no self-restraint." Leng Ruoli was still pondering whether she should keep Jiang Muye away from those virility-and-kidney-tonic things. He was already this formidable now—if he ate those too, that would be the end of it.

Other girls were all worrying about how to make their boyfriends more formidable; only Leng Ruoli was thinking about how her boyfriend could be a little less so.

"I'm a young man, my stamina's good to begin with. There's no such thing as restraint—you don't control who you like." Jiang Muye lifted Leng Ruoli's slender waist, smiling. "After all, the two of us are in the honeymoon phase right now."

Leng Ruoli pointed a finger at Jiang Muye's thin lips. "Even in the honeymoon phase, give me a rest."

"You think you'd still be able to talk to me this easily if I gave you a rest? You'd definitely be going, ah, hubby, I'm so tired, wuwu, let me off, I was wrong…" Jiang Muye began imitating Leng Ruoli's tone, laughing as he spoke.

When the scene from last night was acted out by Jiang Muye, Leng Ruoli's little face grew hot and red. Her soft hand lightly covered Jiang Muye's mouth. "It's nothing like you're making it out to be. Don't talk nonsense, it's not like that at all, I didn't."

Leng Ruoli's bashful appearance was entirely reflected in Jiang Muye's eyes.

Jiang Muye laughed and cupped her face. "All right, you didn't. Instead, tomorrow night I'll have you look in the mirror and see just what you're really like."

"Jiang Muye! Stop talking!" Leng Ruoli was terribly shy.

How could he still say these embarrassing things even with his mouth covered?

She'd clearly forbidden anything lewd, yet those images that set the imagination racing kept circling in her head, making Leng Ruoli's whole body burn as if on fire.

Jiang Muye tapped Leng Ruoli's delicate little nose. "All right, no more. Otherwise my treasure's going to want to eat me alive in a bit."

"I would not!"

"Hahaha, my treasure's adorable when she gets riled up."

Leng Ruoli started running her hands all over Jiang Muye, like an enraged Pikachu capable of discharging electricity.

Jiang Muye laughed and playfully tussled with her, and they even tumbled right off the sofa onto the rug.

Both of them were disheveled, cheeks flushed, especially Leng Ruoli, whose brown hair had come somewhat loose.

Jiang Muye laughed and tucked Leng Ruoli's long hair back, then said into her ear, "See, we've been fooling around this long, how much stamina we've used up."

Leng Ruoli, who had been beneath Jiang Muye, instantly turned the tables and pounced on top of him.

Her gorgeous, radiant face was filled with a smile bright as the blazing sun.

"You know it~ So we can't stay here with just the two of us, or we'll end up doing weird things again."

"Hahaha, so we've been doing weird things this whole time." Jiang Muye teased Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's cheeks were pink, and she pounded Jiang Muye with her little pink fist.

Jiang Muye's smile deepened. He gathered Leng Ruoli's slender waist and got up from the floor.

After straightening Leng Ruoli's collar for her, he took her slender little hand, gathered up their things, and headed back to school with her.

When evening came, Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli went to the designated dance studio.

【Congratulations, Host. Check-in at the dance studio successful. Obtained super-strong dance max talent, learn it in one go.】

The System's reminder instantly fired Jiang Muye up.

This System was all right after all—it knew what he needed at the crucial moment.

After all, the Luo Fanter Banquet would be full of important people, and Jiang Muye was a complete dance novice. He didn't want to be the dance king of the venue, but he also didn't want to be the most humiliating one there.

That would make Leng Ruoli lose face too.

Before dancing, Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli both had to change into practice clothes and shoes.

When Leng Ruoli was about to hold the clothes and wait outside so Jiang Muye could go in first, Jiang Muye laughed out loud and directly grabbed Leng Ruoli's wrist, pulling her into the cramped changing room.

Then he kicked the door shut.

Looking at the delicate, shy Leng Ruoli before him, he gave a wicked laugh. "We've rolled in the sheets so many times now, and you're still lining up outside? Just change clothes together, the two of us."

Leng Ruoli hadn't imagined Jiang Muye would say something so barefaced.

Even though that was how it was, she was still a girl after all, and out in public no less—of course she had to be shy and a little reserved.

No, that wasn't right. Even at home with Jiang Muye, when it came time to change clothes, Leng Ruoli would still feel embarrassed. Fortunately, every time it was Jiang Muye running his hands all over her, helping her undress.