Chapter 289: The Unspoken Understanding Between Two

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

Night fell.

Inside the huge room, Leng Ruoli lay on the soft, fluffy quilt, a fashion magazine in her hands. Just as she was getting absorbed in it, she heard footsteps behind her.

Before Leng Ruoli could even turn her head, a large hand had already clamped around her.

Leng Ruoli laughed out brightly. "Want to read it together?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a hot, mingled breath landed on her neck.

His thin lips stuck to her like glue, kissing the back of her snow-white neck.

Leng Ruoli gasped sharply, her fingers suddenly clutching the bedsheet.

Her gaze rippling, she said to Jiang Muye, "I'm so tired, wuu wuu, please let me off."

Leng Ruoli turned around and found several sets of watercolor brushes in Jiang Muye's hand.

She was a bit taken aback. "What are you planning to do with those?"

The corners of Jiang Muye's mouth curled up. "I want to paint."

"Painting's good." Leng Ruoli breathed a quiet breath of relief. Good thing he didn't plan to do that other thing—at least this would let her catch her breath for a bit.

Jiang Muye's stamina was far too good. Every time, he left her back sore and waist aching. If she didn't think up some good way to buffer things, she'd probably be unable to even crawl out of bed.

Leng Ruoli smiled at Jiang Muye. "Then where's the paper?"

"You tell me." Jiang Muye leaned in and bit Leng Ruoli's ear.

Leng Ruoli bit her crimson lip, a faint tickle running through her. "Could the paper you mean be… me?"

"My baby's smart too. My painting skills seem to have regressed lately, and now I want someone to practice with me. You're the best piece of paper there is." Jiang Muye smiled meaningfully.

Leng Ruoli began to maneuver around Jiang Muye. "Um, actually, if you want to practice painting, then tomorrow we can go work on technique. Say you treat me as paper—if you paint something wrong, there's no chance to fix it, and besides…"

Before Leng Ruoli could finish, Jiang Muye's leg was already pressed between hers. A flippant smile hung on his face. "Who says there's no chance to fix it? If I get it wrong, I'll just eat it."

"Huh?" Leng Ruoli still didn't quite understand what Jiang Muye meant.

As she blinked her eyes in bewilderment, the corners of Jiang Muye's mouth traced an arc.

He began taking several little bottles and jars out of his pocket.

Leng Ruoli saw that the little bottles and jars were jam—there seemed to be strawberry jam, blueberry jam, grape jam, salad dressing…

"Which one do you want to color with first?" Jiang Muye grinned wickedly.

Leng Ruoli's little face flushed completely red. "Do I get a choice?"

"Of course. You need to cooperate nicely if we're to have fun with it," Jiang Muye answered.

In the end, Leng Ruoli, embarrassed, wanted to bury her face in the quilt, and wanted all the more to break free of Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye definitely wouldn't give her that chance. He pressed her into a corner and looked down at her from above. "Where are you running to?"

"It's so tiring." Leng Ruoli played the part of an innocent little white rabbit, those eyes so pretty they made one's heart tremble now flickering and blinking.

She'd thought this would soften Jiang Muye's heart, never knowing it would only make him want all the more to devour her alive.

Jiang Muye lowered his head and kissed Leng Ruoli's red lips.

He blended dominance and tenderness very well. Leng Ruoli, who'd just said no, was now giving her warning of how good it truly was.

When the jam was spread over skin like milk, the slightly cool touch made Leng Ruoli want to cry ice.

But on her lips were Jiang Muye's fiery lips.

It was ice and fire, two heavens at once—very stimulating.

It went on until Leng Ruoli lost control.

And then Jiang Muye stopped.

Her eyes clung to Jiang Muye with longing. "What is it?"

Everything she said came out in a little milky voice, unbearably soft and sweet.

"Baby, I think we should let you conserve your strength. Three times a week is quite regular and normal, so let's stick to it." Jiang Muye spoke wickedly.

He even made to get up and leave right in front of Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's eyes went hazy. She was dumbfounded.

Just as Jiang Muye took the paintbrush and was about to leave, he felt a pair of lotus-root arms winding firmly around his waist.

That fragrant, soft, delicate body made Jiang Muye's breathing tighten.

"What is it? Baby, you have an objection?" Jiang Muye snickered, but held it in and didn't give himself away.

"You're not allowed to go." A reluctant voice sounded.

"But it's very tiring, very hard work, and three times a week." Jiang Muye put on the appearance of being considerate. "I want to plan properly for you. I don't want to force you."

Then he felt the little thing behind him shaking her head desperately. "It's not forcing, one more… one more…"

She could no longer bring herself to say it.

But Jiang Muye just loved hearing it.

Actually, he himself was holding back very painfully, but compared to teasing the girl he liked, what did holding back a while matter? Besides, he'd get a taste of the sweetness in a bit, so of course he had to advance step by step.

"One… one more time won't matter!" Leng Ruoli's bashful voice sounded.

After hearing Leng Ruoli's words, the corners of Jiang Muye's mouth rose of their own accord.

He'd finally waited for that sentence. He'd held back so painfully.

Was it easy being an actor?

Jiang Muye turned around and looked at Leng Ruoli. "Really? I don't want to put you on the spot. I always thought that when you limited the number of times before, it was because you didn't like doing it with me."

"I… I do like it!" Leng Ruoli nodded heavily, her face burning hot.

"Baby, I like you too." Jiang Muye gripped Leng Ruoli's slender little waist tight and pounced. "Then from now on we won't limit the time, alright?"

"No, I…" Leng Ruoli still wanted to say something, but it was already too late.

How could the other party give her time to speak? For a time, Leng Ruoli was kissed until she was dizzy and muddled, unable to tell east from west.

All she knew was that Jiang Muye's lips were so hot, so soft.

So delicious.

Jiang Muye feasted on the delicious dinner before him, demanding without knowing satisfaction.

Perhaps this was his sure-kill technique for taming Leng Ruoli? Superhuman stamina and explosive power—heh heh, ordinary people really didn't have it.

He had the ancestral System's Secret Kidney-Strengthening Art. Might as well use it if he had it, and he had to put it to good use.

And so another blissful night passed…

The next day, Jiang Muye, his face glowing red with the nourishment of happiness, heard another piece of good news.

That was that Yu Xi had transferred schools.

This news was immensely satisfying. That annoying fellow would never appear again.

No need to see the other party at school anymore either, and it would let Jiang Muye eat one more bowl of rice.

While eating in the cafeteria, Leng Ruoli saw Jiang Muye's blissful look and asked curiously, "Is something good happening today? I feel like your appetite is especially good, and your mood is good too."

"Eating with you, of course my mood's good. Here, have some meat." Jiang Muye put all the meat into Leng Ruoli's bowl.

Leng Ruoli was flattered. "That's too much. You eat this meat. My bowl's about to overflow."

"Hey, you eat. A little extra weight feels better to the touch." Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli with a smile.

"Alright, so it's only for the feel." Leng Ruoli pouted coquettishly, lightly biting her chopsticks, and simply ignored him.

And so Jiang Muye then…