Chapter 403: Wash Up and Wait for Me

Jiang Muye had clearly just gotten what he wanted, but he was still unsatisfied.

With a girl he liked, it was just hard to control himself.

It really was hard to endure.

Jiang Muye looked at the curtains outside, through which the light of dawn was already showing, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But she was in his arms, giving him a desire to protect her.

He felt peaceful, warm.

After wandering for so long, he finally felt what home was like.

That was worth more than how much money he'd earned, or the glory of how many women liked him.

Jiang Muye felt he truly had a sense of belonging now. Even if he couldn't sleep, it was a happy kind of insomnia.

He closed his eyes, doing nothing at all, just lying there dryly, and it still felt wonderful to be alive.

The next morning, Jiang Muye held Leng Ruoli and could clearly sense her even breathing—he could even tell whether she turned over or not.

After all, he really hadn't slept at all the night before, happily.

"Morning." When Leng Ruoli opened her eyes, Jiang Muye was grinning, his fingers stroking her smooth little face.

She was clearly still sleepy, and stretched lazily, but leaned against him with dependence, her languid, beautiful brows and eyes like a painting, exactly like a sexy little wildcat, as her lotus-white arms wrapped around Jiang Muye's neck: "You're awake this early?"

"I didn't sleep at all."

Leng Ruoli was surprised. "Did I disturb you?"

"Yeah. You never cover yourself with the blanket at night. I cover you up, and then you start kicking it off again. I have to keep an eye on you, so you don't catch a cold." Jiang Muye tapped Leng Ruoli on the forehead.

Leng Ruoli stuck out her tongue and brought her face close to Jiang Muye's. "Snuggle. You're the best."

Jiang Muye enjoyed that thoroughly, rubbing against her soft body. "There's nothing I can do about that. I have to keep an eye on you. Otherwise, if you get sick, the one who suffers and tires himself out in the end is still me."

Hearing his "disgusted" tone, Leng Ruoli was delighted. "Unwilling?"

"Willing, more than willing!" Jiang Muye said with a chuckle.

Leng Ruoli was satisfied and told Jiang Muye, "Sleep a little longer. Take a nap."

Jiang Muye was just about to nod when he heard a growl.

He looked at a certain someone with an amused expression.

Her little face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Looks like we won't be sleeping after all. Otherwise, I'll just keep listening to my baby's concerto." Jiang Muye teased with a smile.

Leng Ruoli wished she could bury her face in Jiang Muye's chest.

Hey, that soft little pitiful thing was irresistible.

Comfortable.

He really liked it.

Jiang Muye rubbed the back of her head, and then—"growl."

This one didn't come from Leng Ruoli's stomach.

It came from his own.

"Hehe, so now is a certain someone playing the drums to accompany me?" Leng Ruoli smiled slyly, just like a little fox.

Jiang Muye grabbed a handful of Leng Ruoli's hair affectionately and replied, "Alright, it's confirmed, we really can't sleep. Get up."

Leng Ruoli giggled but refused to get up.

"No, I want to lie down." Leng Ruoli said with a smile, not caring even if she was exposed.

Jiang Muye looked at the alluring scenery, then at her excellent figure, and reached out to grab.

Leng Ruoli's face went red to the extreme, flopping about like a fish on shore: "Let go, you shameless!"

"Are you getting up or not?" Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow.

"I—I—I—" Leng Ruoli's face flushed red.

Looking at such a forceful, handsome Jiang Muye, she was bewitched, unable to stop herself, and nodded shyly. "Fine, I'll get up."

When Jiang Muye saw Leng Ruoli about to get up, his mood instantly cleared.

Little thing.

He could handle his wife, and this trick really worked.

He'd have to use it a few more times in the future!

The two hungry people got out of bed in perfect sympathy.

Leng Ruoli wore Jiang Muye's oversized shirt and sat on the marble sink counter in the bathroom, face to face with Jiang Muye.

Her slender figure couldn't be hidden by the oversized shirt at all, and the full, alluring curves still showed through, not to mention her long, heaven-defying legs, which were truly eye-catching and beautiful.

Jiang Muye squeezed toothpaste for her, then handed her the toothbrush.

The moment Leng Ruoli took it, Jiang Muye mischievously smeared toothpaste on her face. "Let me wash your face."

Leng Ruoli was disrupted by the cool sensation, and looking at the mischief-filled Jiang Muye before her, her face burned to the extreme, and she lightly swatted Jiang Muye. "Bully!"

Feeling that wasn't enough to vent her anger, she directly kicked Jiang Muye's leg with her toes.

Very light, more like flirting.

Jiang Muye felt that a single glare from her melted his heart.

How could his wife be so cute? She really could drain a man dry.

Jiang Muye let out a breath and instinctively took a towel to wipe Leng Ruoli's face. "Alright, my fault. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

While Jiang Muye seriously wiped Leng Ruoli's cheeks, Leng Ruoli simply grabbed Jiang Muye's wrist and bit down with an "aowu."

Not hard, but a bite would certainly leave tooth marks.

Her mouth was small, her teeth neat, and the marks she left were pretty and complete.

Jiang Muye felt it was a "little mark" that stirred the imagination.

He hinted to Leng Ruoli, "I don't mind if you change locations for the punishment."

He even deliberately pulled open his collar, revealing his shoulder. "Coming?"

"I want to brush my teeth~" Leng Ruoli snorted and brushed her teeth.

Jiang Muye patted Leng Ruoli's little head and replied with a smile, "Chicken."

"I'm not chicken, it's not like I haven't bitten before…" Leng Ruoli replied shyly.

Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow. "Shall we recreate that scene?"

He took the opportunity to stroke that white, smooth thigh, and Leng Ruoli, embarrassed, kicked him again.

Jiang Muye was overjoyed. Just as he was deeply immersed in this little flirtation, the doorbell rang outside, killing the mood.

"Alright, I'll go see who it is. Wash up and wait for me." Jiang Muye pressed close to Leng Ruoli's ear and blew a breath of hot air.

The breath made Leng Ruoli's ear bright red, and she shyly shoved Jiang Muye. "Hurry up."

Jiang Muye laughed heartily and went to open the hotel door.

At the door was the staff delivering breakfast. Jiang Muye took the breakfast and closed the door.

Jiang Muye had just set the breakfast down when he heard movement behind him.

He saw Leng Ruoli come out wearing the oversized shirt, her smooth little feet on the floor, still brushing her teeth, looking completely groggy.

"Who was it?" Her mouth was full of toothpaste foam, and she spoke indistinctly.

Leng Ruoli's mouth was naturally cherry-pink, and with toothpaste foam in it, she was especially cute and sexy.

There was even toothpaste dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Muye swallowed after seeing it. He felt his whole body grow hot, and he stepped forward to scold Leng Ruoli. "Why are you barefoot? Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

Jiang Muye hoisted Leng Ruoli up, and Leng Ruoli was clearly caught off guard, exclaiming, "Put me down."

"No~ Who told you not to behave? Didn't I tell you to wash up and wait for me?" Jiang Muye smacked Leng Ruoli's perky butt, and Leng Ruoli let out a aggrieved cat-like mewl.

Hearing that, Jiang Muye's adrenaline spiked.

He put Leng Ruoli into the bathtub, then directly leaned forward, lifted Leng Ruoli's chin, and wiped the toothpaste foam off her.

"Moisten me with some water." Leng Ruoli, whose mouth was dry, said.