Chapter 375: Could She Have Run Off With a Bun in the Oven

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

There was nothing Jiang Muye could do. He had no choice but to walk to the bathroom door, knock once, and force himself to ask, "Hey, why don't we come out and have a proper talk, cards on the table."

"Wait a bit…" Xia Xiran's bashful voice came from inside.

A moment later, Jiang Muye saw Xia Xiran quietly open the bathroom door.

Her skin was burning hot. She had draped a bathrobe over her previously bare shoulders, covering up the view.

But the fullness of her chest couldn't be hidden no matter what, the outline showing through the fabric.

Jiang Muye instantly averted his gaze.

Even if something really had happened last night, he was still a stickler for the rules inside. What he shouldn't look at, he wouldn't look at even once more.

"You… why don't you get under the covers? You'll catch a cold like that, cough cough cough." Xia Xiran didn't dare look at Jiang Muye's fresh, tender "flesh" anymore.

Aside from his boxers, he was wearing nothing at all.

Right there in front of her, it had scared her half to death.

Even more stimulating than what she'd seen last night…

Jiang Muye hadn't thought anything of it at first. He was a guy, after all, going shirtless was no big deal. But thinking about how the other party was Xia Xiran, he started to feel embarrassed too.

Somewhat awkwardly, he got into bed and covered himself with the blanket.

Xia Xiran slowly shuffled over.

Jiang Muye scratched behind his ear and forced out a sentence with great difficulty: "Last night… I got drunk, and you took me to the hotel?"

"Yeah." Xia Xiran nodded.

"So did I use one or not?" Jiang Muye was about to die of Social Death, but he still steeled himself and asked.

"Huh?" Xia Xiran clearly didn't understand.

From her bewildered expression, Jiang Muye roughly figured it out. She probably hadn't used a little balloon.

She probably didn't even know about that kind of thing.

Jiang Muye's heart skipped a beat. Resigned to his fate, he said, "So do you want to take the pill or not?"

He respected Xia Xiran's choice. If Xia Xiran was willing, he would take responsibility for her.

After all, he was the one who'd done wrong. Besides, he'd just been cheated on by Leng Ruoli.

If his girlfriend wasn't the person he liked, it didn't matter who it was.

At least Xia Xiran still liked him. Being liked should be a bit happier than masochistically going after someone he liked, right?

Xia Xiran was still a bit confused: "Why would I take medicine? Take what?"

Jiang Muye explained anxiously, "I mean the morning-after pill. If you want to take it, I can go buy it for you."

The moment the words left his mouth, Xia Xiran's little face burned to the extreme: "That… that, no need."

Jiang Muye figured he understood what Xia Xiran meant.

Xia Xiran wanted to have his baby.

He had no way of knowing how many times he'd gone last night. It couldn't have taken just once, could it?

Resigned to his fate, Jiang Muye said, "I'll take responsibility for you."

"Why would you take responsibility for me?"

"Huh?" Jiang Muye was dumbstruck.

City people really knew how to play.

Even Xia Xiran was planning to have a one-night stand with him?

While Jiang Muye was bewildered, Xia Xiran vaguely understood something from his expression: "Did you think we… the two of us actually had sex?"

Xia Xiran squeezed out this sentence, utterly embarrassed.

"We didn't do it?!" Jiang Muye was so shocked he nearly jumped up.

Then how were the two of them in the same hotel room!

This was a single bed!

And he was naked!

She had obviously just gotten out of the shower!

Who would believe nothing had happened~!

Jiang Muye was a man, and even he didn't believe such bullshit!

"Right." Xia Xiran nodded. "Nothing happened between us last night, but you did something even more overboard to me."

There was a note of complaint in her voice as she said this.

Jiang Muye grew even more bewildered.

What could be more overboard than sleeping with Xia Xiran?

Xia Xiran didn't seem like the kind of person to make a scene over nothing.

Jiang Muye didn't understand at all what had happened, or what kind of plot he'd wandered into.

According to the eight o'clock drama plotline, he most likely should have slept with Xia Xiran, then Xia Xiran would run off pregnant, and six or seven years later a little boy or little girl who looked exactly like him would come running out.

Faced with Jiang Muye's muddled questioning, Xia Xiran answered seriously, "You threw up all over me, and you got yourself dirty too."

Jiang Muye: "…"

So when he went hard, he'd even done himself in.

I never imagined. I never imagined.

"So that's why my clothes got taken off, and you… wrapped yourself in a bath towel?" Hearing Xia Xiran's explanation, Jiang Muye understood the reason for the current situation.

Xia Xiran nodded. "Right, exactly. Last night I spent a huge amount of effort just to get you… undressed, and then I went to take a shower. But I didn't expect you to wake up so early."

She had cleared up Jiang Muye's confusion.

But an even bigger confusion popped up: "Last night you weren't sleeping in the same bed as me, so where did you sleep?"

At that, Xia Xiran proudly hopped onto the sofa beside them.

She gave a goofy smile. "I slept right here. It just barely fit me, it's very soft, and there's heating here too. I could sleep with just a bedsheet over me."

Jiang Muye looked. Sure enough, there was a pillow on the sofa seat, along with a bedsheet, and even the indentation left after sleeping.

It seemed Xia Xiran wasn't lying to him.

"Why did you show up at the nightclub last night? You don't seem like the kind of girl who'd go to a bar." Jiang Muye asked curiously.

A good girl like Xia Xiran, how would she dare go to a nightclub full of all sorts of shady characters?

Given her personality, she probably wouldn't even dare go.

"Didn't you text me to come pick you up?" Xia Xiran looked at him with a strange expression.

Jiang Muye got worked up: "How can this be? I never even texted you!"

He had blocked Xia Xiran before. How could he possibly have texted her?

Besides, he'd been drunk at the time and had turned his phone off.

Xia Xiran handed her phone to Jiang Muye: "It's true."

Jiang Muye looked at the text message and was greatly shocked.

The person who sent the text really was his own number.

"Could the bartender have done it?" Xia Xiran guessed. "The address was all spelled out clearly. I saw it was so late and was afraid something had happened to you, so I came right away. But the school lights were already out by then, so I had no choice but to bring you to a hotel."

Jiang Muye, however, knew exactly what was going on.

It absolutely couldn't be the bartender. If it were the bartender, wouldn't the first thought be to text Leng Ruoli?

After all, Leng Ruoli's number was pinned to the top of his contacts, and she'd even called him several times.

"Maybe." Jiang Muye replied perfunctorily, then said to Xia Xiran, "But still, thanks for helping me."

"It's no big deal. If anyone else were in that situation, I'd do the same." Xia Xiran answered seriously. Afraid Jiang Muye might misunderstand, she emphasized, "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person with ulterior motives. I won't make you repay me with your body. I just treat you as a friend."

Back when she'd decided to give up, Xia Xiran no longer had that obsession that it had to be Jiang Muye.

Liking someone, wasn't it just about quietly protecting them?

Watching them be happy was enough. Letting go was also a kind of love.

It was just…

"Did you and Leng Ruoli have a fight? Want me to call her?" Xia Xiran probed with concern.