Chapter 49: the Cold Campus Belle Is the Ceiling of Pure Desire

Jiang Muye's heart was burning hot.

Looking at Leng Ruoli's Pure Desire appearance right now, he was a bit captivated.

If anyone else had said those words, it would've been outright shameless.

But coming from Leng Ruoli's mouth, it actually had a trace of cuteness.

However, Jiang Muye's self-control was still good. He tried hard to keep his composure, and faced with the teasing shrieks from across the table, he patted the table and called out, "Time to order! You want to keep the waiter waiting forever?"

Only then did everyone's attention return to ordering.

Then they ordered honey-glazed fatty beef, thick-cut pork belly, Korean-style mini sausages, beef short ribs, bone-in lamb chops, snowflake beef, chicken wings, garlic scallops, small yellow croaker, bacon…

A whole pile of this and that.

Whatever they wanted, they ordered.

Jiang Muye was already prepared to open up his stomach and eat his fill.

He started helping with the grilling. The aroma of the meat was already wafting out. The meat and oil mingled together, the color was enticing, and with a casual flip of the meat, you could see the alternating fat and lean of the pork belly. When you picked it up, oil would drip right off.

The fragrance assailed the nose, practically seducing anyone who smelled it.

Jiang Muye could even hear the sound of saliva being secreted.

He unconsciously picked up the scissors and began cutting the pork belly into small pieces, sprinkling on pepper salt, chili powder, and cumin powder. It was enough to make the kid next door cry with envy.

Little White Dove couldn't help but reach for his chopsticks, and got a glare from Jiang Muye.

"It's not even cooked yet, wait a bit." Jiang Muye paused. "Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea?"

Little White Dove chuckled, "Iron stomach, why would I be afraid of that? We've survived the era of tainted milk powder and gutter oil. We're already impervious to weapons—getting diarrhea would be the weird thing."

As he spoke, he tossed a few peanuts into his mouth.

Jiang Muye felt there was some of a point to what Little White Dove said. They'd suffered years of toxic food, so why fear undercooked meat?

Still, for safety's sake, Jiang Muye let the meat cook a bit longer.

Jiang Muye acted as the grill master, and the cooked meat naturally went to Leng Ruoli's plate first.

As a result, the other side let out a teasing hoot.

Jiang Muye said with perfect justification, "She's a girl, so what if she eats first?"

He wasn't playing favorites, not in the slightest.

Leng Ruoli smiled with a faint smile, gazing at Jiang Muye with eyes full of adoration, smiling especially sweetly. Of course, faced with everyone's teasing, her face was still slightly red.

Suya said with a smile, "We're girls too, how come you're not giving us any?"

"You have a boyfriend, go find your boyfriend." Jiang Muye shooed.

Suya harrumphed, then pushed Gu Tou, who was snacking on the side dishes, and said, "Look at how Muye does things."

Little White Dove said with a smile, "I can't compare. I admit defeat. Muzi has been the 'other family's child' in parents' mouths since he was little."

Suya harrumphed, reached out, and lightly pinched Little White Dove.

Little White Dove grinned and, after eating the meat Jiang Muye grilled, said, "Muzi, did you use to run a street stall? How's your technique this good?"

Old He egged him on, "Exactly, take us along to get rich."

"Screw you, just eat, you talk too much." Jiang Muye laughed and scolded.

Afterward, Jiang Muye turned his gaze to Leng Ruoli and asked, "What else do you want?"

"I want snowflake beef." After looking around, Leng Ruoli said with a smile.

"Coming right up." Jiang Muye started grilling again.

While he was busy, Leng Ruoli picked up a piece of pork belly and fed it to Jiang Muye's mouth, smiling earnestly, "Here, take a bite."

She felt bad that he'd been busy the whole time and had no chance to eat.

Jiang Muye stole a moment from his work and took a bite.

Not bad at all, the seasoning was just right.

"What else do you want to eat? I'll get it for you. Want some sesame sauce, some kimchi?" Leng Ruoli asked.

"Sure, I'm good with anything."

Leng Ruoli then began wrapping the grilled meat in lettuce. She really was nimble-fingered—her fair, slender fingers quickly wrapped the lettuce beautifully.

Compared to the guys who just randomly stuffed things in and took huge bites, the meat-and-lettuce wraps Leng Ruoli made were really pretty and neat.

Jiang Muye swallowed his saliva just watching.

Once Leng Ruoli finished wrapping, she held it to Jiang Muye's mouth, and he instinctively ate it.

As Jiang Muye was enjoying the meat, he noticed the several people across from him snickering, and even imitating them.

Little White Dove in particular directly said to Suya, "Darling, feed me a bite."

"Here, take a bite." Suya fed Little White Dove.

Little White Dove was especially over the top, saying with relish, "So tasty~ Thanks, darling. Feed me a lettuce wrap too."

Jiang Muye instinctively threw a pack of napkins, laughing and spitting, "You drama queen, cut it out, or I'll hit you."

"Ooh, I'm so scared." Little White Dove directly started leaning into his girlfriend's embrace, burying his face in her chest in all sorts of ways, sickeningly affectionate.

"There, there, don't be scared."

Jiang Muye was grossed out watching, and focused on grilling.

The oily smoke was still a bit choking, and grilling was also rather hot.

Jiang Muye already felt his body heating up, sweat starting to appear.

He wanted to wipe his sweat.

Then a slightly cool little hand covered his forehead, and a tissue began wiping the sweat from his brow.

Jiang Muye's dark eyes deepened.

The Leng Ruoli before him had a slightly warm little face, her crystalline, watery eyes full of seriousness. She was very gentle, and when she noticed him looking at her, both her cheeks flushed red and she shyly lowered her head a little.

But the motion of wiping his sweat never stopped.

She said shyly, "Let me grill, you teach me."

Actually, Leng Ruoli had her own little scheme.

She just wanted Jiang Muye to have a chance to eat something. He was too good a person, always sacrificing himself to help others, which made Leng Ruoli's heart ache.

She wanted Jiang Muye to enjoy a good meal and relax a bit.

"Okay." Jiang Muye handed the tongs to Leng Ruoli and began instructing her.

Only when Leng Ruoli grabbed the tongs did she realize how hot his hands had gotten.

She had never grilled meat before—usually there was a dedicated chef to serve her, and she never had to lift a finger.

But for Jiang Muye, she was willing to do something, even if it meant learning.

The tongs were hot, but she wasn't afraid.

No matter how oily or dirty, so what? As long as she was with Jiang Muye, doing anything was happy and joyful.

Leng Ruoli's lips curved upward, and then she felt a wave of heat wash over her.

Leng Ruoli's body instantly tensed. She could feel his warm, mixed breath, not far from her ear—if she just tilted her head slightly, it seemed she could kiss him.

His intoxicating, mellow, low voice rang out, making Leng Ruoli's heart pound.

As for what exactly he said, Leng Ruoli's brain crashed.

She wasn't quite clear on it.

"Pfft." Jiang Muye laughed out loud.

Seeing Leng Ruoli's dazed look, he immediately took the tongs and said, "You can flip the meat now, otherwise it'll burn."

"S-sorry!" Leng Ruoli snapped to her senses. She blinked her pretty eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed about her blunder, and also very ashamed.

Strange—she was clearly not this kind of person. Outside, she was always quick-witted and calm.

But the moment she was in front of Jiang Muye, she made mistake after mistake.

In Jiang Muye's eyes, would he think she was a total idiot?

Leng Ruoli peeked at Jiang Muye. She'd been worried, but his smile nearly electrified her unconscious.

So handsome.

She really liked him.

Leng Ruoli's cheeks were bright red.

After coming back to her senses, she hurriedly began assisting Jiang Muye. Gradually, she went from her earlier clumsy rawness to handling things with ease.

Jiang Muye only needed to glance over from the side, and he wasn't worried about Leng Ruoli burning the meat.

He just needed to wait and eat.

"Ding dong." A notification came to Leng Ruoli's phone, and the screen lit up.

Suya saw something and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this wallpaper Jiang Muye!"

Everyone's attention was on Leng Ruoli's phone.

The phone wallpaper really was a selfie of Jiang Muye in the dorm—the very one Jiang Muye had sent to Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli had never imagined Suya would notice. She was clearly flustered and embarrassed now.

She frantically started putting her phone away, her ears burning red, not quite knowing how to face everyone.

She knew even less what Jiang Muye would think.

After all, she'd taken the liberty of using his photo as her lock screen. This was such a Social Death—and it had actually been discovered.

Would this make him think she was a super fanatic, and hate her for it?