Chapter 437: I Never Imagined You Were This Kind of Leng Ruoli

"Cough cough cough." Jiang Muye, who had just been enthusiastically teasing Leng Ruoli, was no longer so thick-skinned. He instinctively turned his face away.

Leng Ruoli's skin grew even redder.

The two of them were so lovey-dovey that they treated the manicurist like an invisible person, shamelessly feeding her dog food.

After the manicure was done, Leng Ruoli and Jiang Muye left.

But when she saw Jiang Muye walking beside her without holding her hand, unlike usual, she suddenly stopped.

Jiang Muye, who had been walking, saw Leng Ruoli stop and turned back in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Leng Ruoli reached her hand out toward Jiang Muye and said with a smile, "I'm tired. I can only walk if we hold hands."

Jiang Muye's ears grew slightly warm. He shook his head. "We're almost at the car. No holding."

"No, we have to." Leng Ruoli's eyes were full of grievance, her lips pouting. "You…"

When Jiang Muye saw Leng Ruoli unhappy, he immediately said the question that girls in domestic couples loved to ask most, "Don't tell me I don't love you."

"That's not it. I'm asking why you won't hold my hand~ I wouldn't ask that stupid question. First, you'd get annoyed hearing it, and if you didn't love me you'd figure out some excuse to brush me off. Why would I deceive myself? Second, you do love me. I'm not an idiot, I can feel it." Leng Ruoli's eyes were shining.

Just looking at Jiang Muye, her eyes were full of love, and the corners of her raised lips carried a dazzling smile.

Jiang Muye was captivated. He felt that the hardest place in his heart was now beginning to soften.

"That's right. My girlfriend is way smarter than other girls."

This was also one of the things Jiang Muye loved most about Leng Ruoli.

Although sometimes she was hopelessly silly, she wasn't stupid—it was just that when girls fell in love, their IQ dropped.

Fortunately, his girlfriend's IQ of 120 was still enough to get by.

Haha, and she wouldn't dig to the bottom asking whether he loved her, whether he wanted her, whether he could do it. Just thinking about that was too satisfying.

Jiang Muye loved his sensible girlfriend to death.

"Then why won't you hold me~" Leng Ruoli circled back to the earlier question.

Jiang Muye scratched his hair a bit awkwardly and told Leng Ruoli, "Didn't you just get your nails done?"

Leng Ruoli burst out laughing at that.

She walked forward like a nimble little deer, then immediately jumped onto Jiang Muye's back, looping her arms around his neck from behind, her whole body leaning against him.

Feeling his girlfriend's embrace, Jiang Muye's heart was full of contentment.

He could feel her sweet breath, which sent his adrenaline rising in a straight line.

"You really are a straight guy~" she said with a smile.

That single sentence made Jiang Muye jolt.

He immediately remembered what Xiang Shan had said and felt caught between laughter and tears.

In just half a day, two women had called him a straight guy. Was he really that dense?

"Is it so bad that I'm straight? Don't tell me you want to turn me gay." Jiang Muye said gloomily.

Leng Ruoli pressed close to Jiang Muye's neck, grabbed his hand and rubbed it. "A steel straight guy is definitely a good thing! Anyway, I'm not afraid you'll die alone—you have me. When I call you a straight guy, it's because you don't know this is UV-cured gel polish, not nail polish that has to dry before you can touch my hand. You…"

She grew shy. "Just touch it if you want to! What are you hesitating for!"

Jiang Muye turned back to look at her delicate, shy little face, and realization struck. "Oh, so that's how it is. I don't do manicures, and I never had a girlfriend before, so of course I didn't know."

He thought about nail polish—it definitely wouldn't dry that fast. He'd heard Kai say his girlfriend was always buying nail polish and it never dried, so he'd assumed this was the same thing.

He never imagined gel polish dried after a moment under the lamp. Strange new knowledge acquired.

Sigh, girls really were troublesome. But when girls got all refined—

Jiang Muye lifted Leng Ruoli's little hand. It was white and smooth, and her nails were especially delicate and pretty—that faint creamy pink, so gorgeous. He lowered his head to sniff, and there was a fruity jelly fragrance.

Heh heh, there was nothing wrong with a bit of refinement.

At least he was the one who benefited.

If at night her nails stroked his abs—tsk tsk tsk—who knew how romantic that scene would be.

Jiang Muye got excited just thinking about it.

Leng Ruoli stayed hanging on Jiang Muye's back the whole time, incredibly affectionate, like a koala. Jiang Muye simply grabbed both of Leng Ruoli's legs with his hands and hoisted her up.

Leng Ruoli was smoothly carried on Jiang Muye's back.

That soft, soft sensation—especially with her curvy figure pressed against him—was truly surging and stirring.

Carried on his back, Leng Ruoli pressed her little face against Jiang Muye's handsome one and called softly, "Muye~"

"Hm?" Jiang Muye asked.

"Let's go climb a mountain together tomorrow, okay?" Leng Ruoli clung to Jiang Muye with total attachment, the corners of her mouth curving into an arc. "I want to watch the sunrise."

"So we'd be staying out in the wilderness overnight. So this is the kind of person you are, Leng Ruoli." A strong smile hung on Jiang Muye's face as he teased Leng Ruoli. Her ears began to turn red, and she lightly slapped Jiang Muye's shoulder. "What are you thinking? We can't do it in the wild!"

Jiang Muye deliberately bounced her upward, and Leng Ruoli bounced along with it, her body pressing even tighter against Jiang Muye.

You could say it was chest against back, an extremely solid sensation—he could even hear Leng Ruoli's coquettish little cry clearly.

"You're so bad!" Leng Ruoli slapped Jiang Muye's shoulder cutely.

The corners of Jiang Muye's mouth curved up. "How am I bad? I just want to go mountain climbing with you, but you're the one who wants to sleep with me in the wild. You're the bad one."

It was originally a perfectly normal thing, but coming out of Jiang Muye's mouth it was utterly embarrassing.

Leng Ruoli's little face was bright red, and her fingers dug tighter into Jiang Muye's waist. "Then… then we wouldn't have the strength to come down the mountain."

Her soft, sweet voice was simply a pleasure for Jiang Muye's ears.

Jiang Muye chuckled. "So you really did just replay it in your head—you actually want to?"

After hearing Jiang Muye's teasing, Leng Ruoli was terribly embarrassed. Her little face shyly rubbed against Jiang Muye's shoulder. "That's not it."

Jiang Muye could feel her orchid-like fragrance at any moment, could feel the burning red of her little face resting on his shoulder—even his heart was in turmoil.

"Hahaha, alright. So do you have your tools ready?"

As soon as Jiang Muye said it, Leng Ruoli grew flustered and annoyed. "See, you're still teasing me!"

She kept patting Jiang Muye's shoulder with her little hand.

Jiang Muye cried out in protest. "Injustice! I didn't mean it that way, don't overthink it. I was just telling you that we need tools for mountain climbing—or are you just going to climb it any old way? And camping in the wild takes lots and lots of supplies."