Chapter 287: Thought He Was Bronze, Turns Out He's a King-tier Player

Jiang Muye was his own man, and he was sweet with Leng Ruoli.

"Here, you do the coloring," Jiang Muye said, handing her the brush.

Leng Ruoli hesitated. "I'm afraid I'll ruin it."

"It's fine, paint whatever you want. I can rescue it." Jiang Muye was an art student, after all.

So Leng Ruoli just let herself go. She painted with extraordinary focus, and Jiang Muye watched her intently from the side. Her nose was pert and her lips red, and she had a special charm about her when she painted.

Jiang Muye had assumed Leng Ruoli would be a Bronze, but he'd never imagined she was a King-tier Player.

In no time at all, Leng Ruoli was coloring with skill and finesse, her level no lower than Jiang Muye's own.

Jiang Muye had known before that Xia Xiran was good at painting, but he'd never imagined Leng Ruoli would be this good too.

When Leng Ruoli was absorbed in her work, an artistic air filled her entire body, making her especially alluring.

"This painting's not bad at all." Jiang Muye's eyes were gentle as his face rested against her neck, pillowed on her brown hair as he spoke softly.

Leng Ruoli's cheeks were pink. "Then I definitely can't ruin your hard work. Besides, the painting is me."

"You're right about that." Jiang Muye nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of deep amusement.

He and Leng Ruoli worked together to finish the painting.

The others left once class ended, but Leng Ruoli stayed in the studio to paint with him.

Jiang Muye wasn't normally the kind of person who could sit still. After a short while he couldn't take it anymore and just wanted to stand up, but with Leng Ruoli there, he endured the tedium.

He felt he could spend all day with Leng Ruoli. Once the painting was done, Leng Ruoli stretched and sighed. "We've been painting for four hours~ We missed lunch."

"Was it time for lunch?" Jiang Muye only realized it belatedly.

"Yeah." Leng Ruoli answered with a bright smile. "Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm alright, not too hungry." Jiang Muye spoke frankly. Leng Ruoli draped herself over him and said with a grin, "Look, we've finished the painting, so we have to go eat. Otherwise, if you get so hungry your stomach hurts, it'll be too late."

Jiang Muye dotingly tapped Leng Ruoli's nose. "I think you're the one who's hungry."

"That's right." Leng Ruoli giggled.

Jiang Muye tugged at his collar, pulling it down to his shoulder and exposing his right-angled shoulders and his wine-red collarbone. "Please, enjoy. Bite gently, it hurts."

Jiang Muye's teasing made Leng Ruoli's face burn crimson.

Smack.

What greeted him wasn't Leng Ruoli's red lips, but the sharp crack of a palm.

A handprint appeared on Jiang Muye's shoulder.

"Wow, that's a heavy hand," Jiang Muye cried exaggeratedly.

Leng Ruoli's little face scrunched up. "Who told you to seduce me?"

"Aren't you hungry? Isn't it good of me to let you eat? Besides, what do you mean seduce? I'm clearly begging you to have your way with me." Jiang Muye chuckled, bantering with her.

Hearing Jiang Muye's teasing, Leng Ruoli's pretty face flushed pink, and her fingers brushed against his shoulder.

Jiang Muye's eyes lit up, and his teasing grew even stronger. "Just now someone said she wasn't going to eat, and even took it out on me. Heh heh, and now you're really enjoying it, dying to eat me up."

"Who… who wants to eat you? I'm waiting to fatten you up first~" Leng Ruoli's youthful voice was tinged with shyness as she pulled the clothes that had slipped to his shoulder back up. "Aren't you cold? Hurry and put them on."

Seeing Leng Ruoli's shy, delectable appearance, Jiang Muye laughed. "Alright, my baby cares about me. I'll listen to you."

Leng Ruoli's ears were pink, and her fingers lightly pinched Jiang Muye's waist.

Jiang Muye wasn't deterred by Leng Ruoli in the slightest. Instead, he shouted loudly, "Wow, my baby's so savage. You like it rough, huh? Then I'll be a little rougher tonight."

"Say that again!" Leng Ruoli was teased so hard she wanted to crawl into a hole. Her little pink fists rained down on Jiang Muye like a gentle drizzle, and Jiang Muye laughed and put on a show of being powerless to defend himself. "So rough, addicted to domestic abuse, I need to call SOS!"

After fooling around with Leng Ruoli for a while, he coaxed her back to good spirits. "Alright, baby, let's go eat. No more being angry."

Leng Ruoli nodded shyly.

She got up from Jiang Muye's lap, and as she was about to leave, she looked at him expectantly. "This painting is for me, right? Then I'll take it now."

Leng Ruoli really wanted to treasure it.

After all, it was a gift from her boyfriend, and it was a painting of her.

But Jiang Muye grabbed the drawing board. "Did I say you could take it?"

Seeing Jiang Muye's stern expression, Leng Ruoli was startled. Her watery eyes looked a little innocent and a little nervous. "I'm sorry."

"See, you got scared silly. My baby's so easy to fool. Fine, you can take it, but not now. I have to hand it in as homework and get it framed before I give it to you." Jiang Muye flashed a row of white teeth and answered with a smile.

Hearing his words, Leng Ruoli grabbed Jiang Muye's shoulders with both hands and rested her little face on them. "You big liar, I almost thought you really weren't going to give it to me."

"Heh, how could I?" Jiang Muye rubbed Leng Ruoli's brown hair and took a sniff at the tip of his nose. So fragrant.

Although Jiang Muye wasn't a hair fetishist, everything about Leng Ruoli was too perfect, and it all drew him in.

Leng Ruoli said sweetly to Jiang Muye with a smile, "Heh, then once you get it framed, I want to hang it in our bedroom, up high, so I can see it every day."

"No." Jiang Muye cut her off.

Leng Ruoli was bewildered. "Why?"

"If you hang it up, what about our wedding photos? They'd fall out of favor." Jiang Muye stressed with earnest sincerity.

Hearing this, Leng Ruoli's heartbeat completely lost its rhythm, pounding away.

She said shyly to Jiang Muye, "But we haven't even taken our wedding photos yet."

"We will, though. If the weather's nice one day, we might just go take them." Jiang Muye winked at Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's heart fluttered at Jiang Muye's words.

Before, she'd thought that just being with Jiang Muye was a luxury, but she'd never imagined that one day she could marry him.

Their wedding photos would definitely look great.

Leng Ruoli's lips curved up sharply, and she nodded at Jiang Muye. "Alright, I've thought of another place for this painting now."

Seeing the determination in Leng Ruoli's eyes, Jiang Muye was curious.

He had no way of knowing where Leng Ruoli meant, and it wasn't until a week later, when she invited him to see an exhibition, that this "place" got its answer.

"A Love Museum?" Jiang Muye stared in surprise at the name of the exhibition hall.

He knew about breakup museums. After all, he was always getting his proposals rejected by Xia Xiran, and he'd been to breakup museums plenty of times to heal his wounds.

But he'd never heard of a love museum.