Chapter 284: My Little Darling Hints So Well

Boss Cutie

After hearing Leng Ruoli's words, Jiang Muye happily wrapped his arm around her pearl-white neck. "Hearing you say that, my mood's improved quite a bit."

His fingers had already found the zipper at her back, and he rubbed it meaningfully. "But I think we can find something even more fun."

His warm, magnetic voice probed at her ear.

Leng Ruoli's little face burned hot. She glanced at the driver up front, then at Jiang Muye with the desire filling his eyes, and leaned in, her breath like orchid by his ear. "Wait till we get back."

"Pfft, wait till we get back—my little treasure's hinting so well." Jiang Muye broke into a grin. "Me, I just wanted to zip up my little treasure's dress. Your zipper slid down just now."

Hearing that, Leng Ruoli's face burned red-hot.

She had never imagined that Jiang Muye hadn't been touching her at all—he'd been zipping her up.

So she'd gotten the wrong idea.

Mortified, Leng Ruoli rested her head against Jiang Muye's chest.

Seeing how her skin had gone red and hot, Jiang Muye's eyes took on a teasing glint.

He really did enjoy watching Leng Ruoli get all shy from his teasing.

It really was adorable.

He gently rubbed her brown hair and kissed her forehead. His voice husky, he said, "Good girl, I'll satisfy you when we get back."

Jiang Muye could feel her soft body pressed tight against him, her chest rising and falling noticeably.

Especially from his angle—one look down and he was enjoying the view.

Paired with Leng Ruoli's bright red little face, the scenery really was quite nice.

The corners of Jiang Muye's mouth curved up. He bit and kissed Leng Ruoli's snow-white ear, and felt her trembling even more strongly than before.

How could she be so cute? It only made him like her more.

Holding it in the whole way, Jiang Muye finally brought Leng Ruoli to the villa.

The moment they got out of the car, Jiang Muye pulled her soft waist close and headed inside.

After entering the password and stepping into the house, it was as if they'd both gotten drunk.

Leng Ruoli's steps were unsteady, and Jiang Muye domineeringly pushed her against the wall.

Jiang Muye cupped Leng Ruoli's cheeks and kissed her deeply.

When the kiss had grown inseparable, Jiang Muye scooped Leng Ruoli up, kissing her madly all the way up the stairs.

The cream-colored gauze dress on Leng Ruoli was beautiful, but to Jiang Muye, of course, it would look even better scattered on the floor.

After Jiang Muye carried Leng Ruoli into the room, he tossed her onto the big bed.

Leng Ruoli undid her hairband, and her thick brown hair cascaded down at once, the strands clinging provocatively to her fair, pretty face.

Leng Ruoli's beautiful eyes gazed at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye's mouth was bone dry. After he helped her undo the corset, Leng Ruoli let out a panting breath of relief. "Finally free. I was about to pass out. This corset's way too tight—it really squeezes you."

Only then did Jiang Muye realize he hadn't noticed the corset earlier. He'd just known Leng Ruoli's waist was slender and pretty, but he'd never imagined how much that beauty carried behind it.

There, on her pearl-white belly, was a row of dense, red marks—completely red, so glaring it was like a needle stabbing in. Jiang Muye's heart ached.

"That hurts, doesn't it." The moment his fingers touched, Leng Ruoli shuddered.

Her eyes grew wet. Biting her cherry-blossom lips, she endured it. "It's fine."

"You call this fine? No more corsets from now on. You're already so slim—why torture yourself like this." Jiang Muye tenderly kissed the marks on her waist and belly.

But Leng Ruoli said seriously to Jiang Muye, "Girls pay a lot for beauty to begin with. If you want to wear the crown, you must first bear its weight."

Yet the moment she finished speaking, she felt the touch of Jiang Muye's thin lips kissing her skin, and a series of alluring moans spilled from her red lips.

All of them broken and halting.

Jiang Muye was absorbed in it, kissing her with an aching heart.

Leng Ruoli's skin really was delicate and soft. Earlier, when he'd touched her casually, obvious fingerprints had appeared.

After all, she'd been a rich Young Miss since childhood, never doing hard labor, living a life of privilege and ease. Though she wasn't as fragile and fussy as the Princess and the Pea, to Jiang Muye, she was a little princess to be held in the palm of his hand.

Leng Ruoli's belly rose and fell noticeably, clearly trembling with each of Jiang Muye's kisses.

Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli's fingers were tightly intertwined.

The air around them kept heating up, melting thick and sweet like chocolate.

The night was like sugar stirred into chocolate, slowly melting away within.

As the minutes and seconds slipped by, outside went from dark night to dawn.

Jiang Muye was sleepless.

Leng Ruoli, lying beside him, had already fallen asleep.

The corners of her eyes still carried faintly dried tear stains. Her delicate body was curled up, even her pink little hands lazily half-curled, her fingertips crimson.

Jiang Muye looked at her, his eyes full of tenderness.

His gaze drifted down and fixed on her belly beneath the full mountains.

The marks there were still obvious. Though Jiang Muye had clearly avoided that spot just now, he knew Leng Ruoli could definitely still feel the discomfort.

Without a second thought, Jiang Muye entered the System shop and exchanged for a day of Healing Art.

Jiang Muye's hand hovered over the spot, and many pale green vines slowly wound around it. Soon the ferocious marks were repaired, returning from that crimson to a normal fair white.

The wounds were healed.

Jiang Muye was very satisfied.

He felt that Leng Ruoli in her sleep seemed to feel much more comfortable too, her pretty little face sleeping even sweeter.

Jiang Muye felt especially tender toward Leng Ruoli.

His little princess had to be free of worry for a lifetime.

Jiang Muye kissed Leng Ruoli's red lips, deepening it bit by bit.

But so as not to wake her, he kissed especially gently, able only to taste lightly and stop.

The rest, he'd collect once Leng Ruoli woke up.

Jiang Muye held Leng Ruoli close, and slowly drifted off to sleep as well.

Day and night alternated, and the whole world was awakened once more.

In the early morning, sunlight shone into West City University.

Students went to class one after another, among them Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli.

He personally walked Leng Ruoli to the classroom door. Leng Ruoli wore a pleated skirt, looking entirely fresh and pretty, and waved shyly at Jiang Muye. "I'm going in."

"Wife, don't forget to eat breakfast. You don't want your breakfast? You planning to make me eat two breakfasts?" Jiang Muye caught Leng Ruoli's hand.

Leng Ruoli's little face flushed deep red. She nodded again and again, took Jiang Muye's breakfast, and tried to leave—but Jiang Muye hadn't let go of her hand.

"What is it, something else?" Leng Ruoli asked curiously.