Chapter 458: The Man Sharing Her Bed

"Alright, no problem at all," Leng Ruoli agreed.

Suya refused to be outdone. "Me too!"

"Count me in." Lu Jingjing raised her hand.

"Haha, then I don't even need to look for bridesmaids. As for the groomsmen, you few will do," Jiang Muye said, looking at his three beast roommates and proposing with a laugh.

"Of course, no problem." Kai put a hand on Jiang Muye's shoulder.

Little White Dove sighed with emotion. "If you get married, I'll definitely cry myself to death."

"What's there for you to cry about if I get married?" Jiang Muye spat. "Save it. I see you're all thunder and no rain—you couldn't squeeze out a single tear."

"My good brother's about to take a wife. I can't bear to let you go! I see the man who shares my bed about to sleep with another woman—of course I'd feel awful." Little White Dove instinctively moved to throw himself into Jiang Muye's arms.

Jiang Muye dodged without a second thought.

Little White Dove lunged at empty air, and instead heard laughter all around.

Little White Dove shook his head. "You really do abandon one after toying with them."

"Mm, he's found a new flame with me." Leng Ruoli steadily caught Jiang Muye and even gently patted his head.

Jiang Muye went with the flow and leaned against Leng Ruoli's shoulder, the two of them unbearably sweet.

"Fine, treat him well. He's my brother. I can't say I'd take a knife for him, but when necessary I can help him blow off some steam." Little White Dove was still very loyal, grinning at Jiang Muye. "If you can't win an argument with your wife in the future, no problem—come find me. I can get you sentenced to the floor."

Old He delivered the finishing blow. "You can come back to the dorm too. We can take you in. But you know we rarely mop the floor."

Seeing his brothers roasting him, Jiang Muye laughed and spat, "You bastards, can't a single one of you wish me well! That day won't come. My wife and I don't fight."

"That's right." At the critical moment, Leng Ruoli also sided with her husband.

"Pfft, like I'd believe you two. What couple doesn't fight?" Little White Dove waved his hand, but then Suya pinched his waist and said, "Don't you know? They fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of it. That's what being married means."

After hearing Suya's words, Little White Dove let out two wicked little chuckles. "I get it."

Jiang Muye rolled his eyes at him.

One look and it was obvious someone was being evil again.

Jiang Muye lowered his head to look at Leng Ruoli in his arms. Her little face was pink and shy—clearly embarrassed.

She really was so cute.

Jiang Muye couldn't hold back and instinctively kissed Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's ears turned red, and then came a chorus of "Oooh" from all around. Facing everyone's ill intentions, she instinctively sank into Jiang Muye's embrace.

Even through the sweater, Jiang Muye could feel Leng Ruoli's flushed face—burning hot.

The little bit of skin she revealed was tender and pink, a feast for the eyes.

Jiang Muye naturally protected his wife. Facing all the teasing, he instinctively joked, "Go on, go on. We're about to be legal. Of course I can kiss my own wife. If you want to make noise, go kiss each other."

The others harrumphed and kept teasing, so Jiang Muye could only pull Leng Ruoli forward.

"Muzi, you really do forget your friends the moment you see a pretty face!" Little White Dove accused from behind.

Jiang Muye answered matter-of-factly, "It's not the first time you've known that."

He did forget his friends the moment he saw a pretty face. His own wife was important, after all—he could kiss her, hug her, lift her high. But could he do that with his brothers?

He slept hugging his wife every day, haha. He certainly wasn't going to sleep hugging his brothers every day.

While shopping with Leng Ruoli and his brothers, the girls ended up drawn to the Little Fire Dragon seedlings by the roadside.

Leng Ruoli was naturally interested too. She crouched down to look at a small pot of Little Fire Dragon seedlings, enchanted. "Let's grow a pot?"

"They're hard to raise, aren't they?" Jiang Muye had no experience, and raising flowers would take time.

"Let's grow one~" Leng Ruoli poked Jiang Muye's cheek, acting spoiled.

Jiang Muye didn't want to agree, but she was acting spoiled.

Jiang Muye was instantly helpless. Who could refuse such a cute girlfriend's request?

"Alright, then we'll buy a pot." Jiang Muye nodded, and Leng Ruoli threw herself into his arms, overjoyed. She leaned her face against Jiang Muye's chest with a smile, her eyes sparkling. "Muye, you're so good."

Jiang Muye reached out and pinched her cheek. "Then take good care of it when we get back. No working hard for three days and slacking off for two."

Leng Ruoli's smile blossomed. "Okay."

Kai and the others bought some for their girlfriends too—one pot each. The price wasn't expensive; the main thing was that raising them took patience.

Jiang Muye had assumed Leng Ruoli was just playing around and would definitely have no patience once she bought it. He never expected her to be so devoted to the Little Fire Dragon seedlings.

Every day she watered and fertilized on schedule, and even took photos to commemorate them.

After watching Leng Ruoli lie on the windowsill, poking at the Little Fire Dragon seedlings with her finger, Jiang Muye patted the empty bed beside him and called to her, "Sweetie, come over. Time to sleep."

"Just a little longer." Leng Ruoli was using a Polaroid to take pictures of the Little Fire Dragon seedlings.

A girl's "a little longer" was truly a very long while.

Watching Leng Ruoli still fiddling with the Little Fire Dragon seedlings, Jiang Muye suddenly felt a bit jealous. "You're not going to sleep with me?"

"So empty, so lonely, so in need of company." Jiang Muye deliberately rolled around on the bed.

He just wanted Leng Ruoli's attention.

But Leng Ruoli had no reaction at all.

Hm? Was his status in the family now lower than a potted plant?

His wife didn't even want to sleep with him—she only wanted to watch over that pot of Little Fire Dragon seedlings?

Jiang Muye's eyes were full of resentment. "Wife, come to bed~ Aren't you sleepy?"

"Wait." Seeing Leng Ruoli with both hands on the windowsill, her whole mind on the Little Fire Dragon seedlings, Jiang Muye's expression darkened.

As Leng Ruoli continued teasing the plant, a shadow attacked from behind.

Before Leng Ruoli could react, she was swiftly scooped up.

"Ah!" Leng Ruoli was startled. Looking at the domineering, mighty Jiang Muye, her face turned bright red.

Her bare, fair feet kicked up and down, hinting to Jiang Muye. "Put me down."

"Not letting go. Who told you to ignore me?" Jiang Muye harrumphed. "Then I definitely have to be a bit more forceful."

Jiang Muye instinctively carried Leng Ruoli, tossed her onto the bed, and then pressed himself on top of her.

Feeling Jiang Muye's burning body, Leng Ruoli's little face grew even more peach-red and tender. Her slender, fair fingers pressed against Jiang Muye's shoulder, trembling slightly and delicately.

Jiang Muye lowered his head and kissed Leng Ruoli's pretty face, then kissed her eyes. Leng Ruoli let out an "ah," shyly closing her eyes.

"If I call your name in the future, will you still dare not answer?" Jiang Muye asked, his voice husky.

"No~" Leng Ruoli played cute, but then gasped—she discovered Jiang Muye was licking her shoulder.

And then…