Chapter 337: Casually Teasing You

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

Jiang Muye felt as if hot water had been poured all over him, scalding hot.

He was definitely sure he wouldn't admit that it was because he had been getting intimate with Leng Ruoli.

It must have been that the afternoon sun was too big, too scorching.

"I said you look good," Jiang Muye said with a grin, teasing Leng Ruoli as he pleased.

Leng Ruoli was more vibrant than a flower, especially after hearing what he said—she secretly delighted in it.

Her eyes were full of spirit, clearly much more cheerful. There was the shyness of a girl, and also the allure of a young wife.

"Don't tease me so casually, focus on the photos in a bit," Leng Ruoli reminded Jiang Muye with a blush.

Jiang Muye teased her with an unrestrained grin. "Why can't I tease you casually? You're my fiancée."

"No breaking the rules." Leng Ruoli pinched Jiang Muye's cheek.

Jiang Muye laughed and bit her fingertip, which made Leng Ruoli's face flush bright red.

Just as Jiang Muye was immersed in the atmosphere of flirting with Leng Ruoli, Jiang Xueli reminded them it was time to shoot.

"Brother, it's starting~"

"Okay." Jiang Muye still wanted more. Before he left, he touched Leng Ruoli's smooth little face. "Wait for your husband to come back."

Leng Ruoli's delicate face was slightly red as she urged Jiang Muye, "Hurry up and go."

Jiang Muye smiled happily and ran off to shoot.

This time it was a couple's shoot, right by the water.

Today the sun was blazing bright, quite hot, the temperature over twenty degrees with no wind.

And with Jiang Muye wearing so much, it didn't take long for him to start sweating.

Sweat was already dripping from his forehead, and he had no time to wipe it, nor any tissue.

"Wait!" Leng Ruoli stepped into frame, immediately holding up a tissue and standing on her tiptoes to wipe Jiang Muye's sweat.

To cooperate with her, Jiang Muye lowered his head and let her wipe.

Looking at Leng Ruoli whose eyes were full of adoration, he felt like he'd eaten a strawberry, sweet in his heart.

Meanwhile, the photographer, who had been quite enthusiastic about shooting just moments ago, now saw Leng Ruoli enter the frame and ruin the shot, and wasn't too happy.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't you know we're shooting!" the photographer snapped at Leng Ruoli.

It clearly frightened Leng Ruoli.

Her red lips moved slightly. "S-sorry."

Leng Ruoli also felt she'd been too rash, interrupting the shoot.

As a result, Jiang Muye took Leng Ruoli's hand and said to the photographer, "What are you being so fierce for? And her name isn't 'hey.' Can't you keep a better attitude!"

What he couldn't stand the most in life was people yelling at the ones he cared about.

Leng Ruoli was his treasure.

Let's see who dared to shout at her! Right in front of him, too—truly reckless!

Jiang Muye's roar startled the photographer.

Did the photographer still dare to act cocky? No!

He had struggled to find such a promising model, and the shots were super good. If he didn't go along with Jiang Muye's wishes and the shoot didn't get finished, there was no way he could use this set of photos for the competition.

Although this was a personal cosplay album, it could absolutely become the ace of his professional career!

Leng Ruoli was protected behind Jiang Muye. Looking at the broad, tall back before her, she secretly delighted.

Touched, she grabbed the clothes behind Jiang Muye and felt a sense of security.

The photographer immediately apologized. "Sorry, I was just reminding her!"

Jiang Muye retorted with guts, "If you're reminding her, can't you do it nicely?"

The photographer wilted, his attitude much friendlier. "Alright, my fault. Then you two continue."

Jiang Muye turned his back and said to Leng Ruoli, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"You're so amazing." Leng Ruoli's eyes sparkled like stars. "He's turned into a sick cat."

Jiang Muye's mouth quirked up. "That's right. Protecting you, how could I be weak?"

Leng Ruoli smiled and wiped the sweat on his face. "You've worked hard, hang in there a little longer."

"Hearing that, what can't I hang on for?" Jiang Muye played with Leng Ruoli's palm.

Leng Ruoli's little face was flushed red as she urged Jiang Muye to continue shooting.

The weather was indeed hot, but Jiang Muye figured he'd endure it a bit more.

However, during the actual shoot, he felt a wave of coolness.

He followed the wind and looked to the side, only to find Leng Ruoli standing there holding a handheld fan in both hands.

Looking at him, she silently mouthed one thing. "Keep it up."

Right now she really was like a lemon ice, sour and sweet, refreshing and delicious.

Jiang Muye enjoyed it thoroughly and gave her an ok gesture.

His heart was very soft.

A person clumsily doing these things for him, silently giving from behind—if he didn't treat her well in the future, he'd be a bastard.

Soon the solo shoot ended. As Jiang Muye opened his clothes, slightly feeling the heat dissipate, who would have thought Leng Ruoli would come trotting up.

Her hand lifted Jiang Muye's collar, and Jiang Muye panicked.

"What are you doing, actually stripping my clothes," Jiang Muye asked Leng Ruoli, lowering his head.

Leng Ruoli's ears were red to the extreme as she glared at Jiang Muye. "Who said I was stripping your clothes, don't talk nonsense."

"Aren't you stripping my clothes?" Jiang Muye gestured with his eyes at Leng Ruoli's mischief-making little hand.

Leng Ruoli's little face turned steaming hot, and she knocked Jiang Muye's shoulder. "Don't overthink it."

A moment later, her hand pressed against his neck.

With a splash, Jiang Muye yelped.

"So cold, so cold!"

He looked down and found Leng Ruoli had brought an ice pack and pressed it against his neck.

"Aren't you hot? Is it really that cold?" Leng Ruoli blinked.

"That's way too cold," Jiang Muye said with a grin, leaning by her ear. "Is this what they call ice and fire?"

After hearing his words, Leng Ruoli's ears went red to the extreme, and she instinctively pushed Jiang Muye. "What nonsense are you saying."

Jiang Muye looked at her shy appearance with a strong smile.

After Leng Ruoli realized the ice pack was too cold, she took it away.

Jiang Muye then noticed her hand rubbing the ice pack, and he was shocked. "Little dummy, isn't your hand cold?"

He could visibly see her pretty little hand, frozen red.

"It is very cold." Leng Ruoli nodded, then immediately raised her hand and pressed it to Jiang Muye's face. Jiang Muye felt a comfortable coolness, and her eyes curved. "But this way you're much more comfortable."

Jiang Muye's heart softened.

He had struggled to fall for someone once, and finally he'd won it all.

"Really dumb." Jiang Muye pretended to scold her angrily, but inside he was very satisfied.

"Still hot?" Leng Ruoli asked.

"Too cold." Jiang Muye pretended to be fierce with her.

Leng Ruoli just said oh. "Oh, then I'll get you a towel to wipe off."

As she was about to leave, Jiang Muye held her hand and said seriously, "No need."

He pulled Leng Ruoli into his arms and gave her a fierce kiss. "Just being with me is enough."

After feeling Jiang Muye's tenderness and dominance, Leng Ruoli involuntarily smiled.

After Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli were lovey-dovey for a while, Jiang Xueli came to remind them. "Brother, though I really don't want to interrupt you two, I have to say one thing—it's time to shoot your solo photos."