Chapter 493: My Wife's Technique Is Really Good

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

"You have to stop yelling…" Leng Ruoli's little face was completely red.

"Why shouldn't I yell? I can't help it, it feels too good." Jiang Muye replied with a grin.

He had already seen Leng Ruoli's flushed face through his squinted eyes.

Too cute.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Even though he and Leng Ruoli had been intimate so many times, she still seemed so pure. This mix of innocence and desire was truly the best.

Especially since Leng Ruoli kept embarrassedly averting her gaze. Jiang Muye reached out and cupped her tender little face, saying, "Why won't you look at me?"

Leng Ruoli's face grew even redder. "Then stop yelling."

"It feels good, I can't help it. Mmh, ah, so nice, my wife's hand technique is really great, mmh ah ah."

Jiang Muye deliberately acted all flirty for Leng Ruoli to see.

Eventually, Leng Ruoli, her face burning, managed to squeeze out, "At least put on some clothes!"

Jiang Muye caught the implication in her words and said with a cheeky grin, "I am wearing clothes, what's the matter? Does that mean you're picturing me without any clothes on right now? Oh my, my wife is so dirty-minded."

"Jiang Muye!" Leng Ruoli glared at him.

Her little pink hand pinched his cheek.

Jiang Muye burst out laughing. "Hahaha, you're way too shy."

Leng Ruoli's ears were bright red. "Try bullying me again and see what happens, I'll…"

"You'll what?"

"I'll leave!" Leng Ruoli splashed some water on his cheek and tried to make her escape, but how could Jiang Muye possibly give her that chance?

Sure enough, he quickly caught her slender wrist.

He pulled Leng Ruoli to his side and coaxed, "Don't go, keep washing my hair for me. Otherwise I'll be covered in foam and so uncomfortable."

Leng Ruoli smiled with a faint smile and gently tugged at his hat. "Serves you right, that's what you get for teasing me."

Jiang Muye wrapped his arms around her waist and coaxed her, "Alright, my fault, so please forgive me, okay?"

Leng Ruoli looked into Jiang Muye's innocent eyes and nodded with a sweet smile.

Jiang Muye grinned excitedly and waited in anticipation.

Leng Ruoli continued washing his hair, then applied some conditioner and that was that.

After his hair was washed, Leng Ruoli began drying the water off with a towel.

Jiang Muye glanced at himself in the mirror. His golden hair looked pretty good, spirited and eye-catching.

"Really handsome, not bad at all." Jiang Muye ran his fingers through his hair.

"Alright, stop being so narcissistic, let me blow-dry your hair." Leng Ruoli brought over a hair dryer.

When Leng Ruoli came close, Jiang Muye wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "Mm, are you sure I'm being narcissistic and not just stating facts, that I really do look good?"

Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow at Leng Ruoli and even tickled her a bit.

Leng Ruoli was the most ticklish and simply couldn't withstand Jiang Muye's assault, quickly surrendering. "I was wrong, spare me, you really are handsome, invincibly handsome, the handsomest."

"Hehe, now that's more like it."

"Look, you've splashed water all over my face." Leng Ruoli puffed her cheeks and pointed at the "evidence" on her face for Jiang Muye to see.

"Really? Then let me lick it off for you." Jiang Muye flashed a playful smile and leaned in.

"Go away!" Leng Ruoli laughed and pushed his face away. Jiang Muye laid his head against her waist and kissed her fair, graceful neck. "Baby, I want compensation. You won't let me compensate you, and then you blame me. I'm more wronged than Dou E."

Leng Ruoli gave him a sidelong glance as he feigned innocence, then pointed a finger at his forehead. "Is that so, I don't see it."

"Then how would you see it, like this?" Jiang Muye, feeling mischievous, deliberately shook the water droplets from his hair onto Leng Ruoli.

"Ah, Jiang Muye, you bully!"

"Be good, call me hubby! If that's not enough, call me Brother!"

Jiang Muye grinned cheekily at Leng Ruoli. "It'd be even better if you could add some sound effects in front, like, ah, Brother, yamete, Brother, I want more, Brother!"

"You're so dirty!" Leng Ruoli's hands covered his handsome face.

When a man gets dirty, there really is no competition.

"How am I dirty? If you don't like it, you do something dirty and let me learn." Jiang Muye laughed.

"No way!" Leng Ruoli's little face flushed bright red. Her tone was scolding Jiang Muye, but her body was completely honest.

She started seriously blow-drying his hair.

Soon, his hair was dry.

After drying, Jiang Muye felt he looked even more handsome in the mirror.

He had thought changing his hairstyle might not turn out well, but looking at it now, it was actually really good.

Jiang Muye's mood improved as well.

"Really nice, my baby's technique is seriously not bad, full of surprises." Jiang Muye gave Leng Ruoli a thumbs up.

Leng Ruoli's little face completely flushed red, the corners of her lips curving up slightly. "Of course it is."

"Then can I experience your true skills again tonight?" Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli with a grin.

Leng Ruoli's ears grew even redder, and she pushed him. "What are you saying?"

Jiang Muye hugged her with a chuckle. "Haha, so you're unwilling now? Tonight I'll have you volunteering to service me."

Leng Ruoli's face grew even more delicate and alluring.

How could she possibly not understand what Jiang Muye meant? It was just that the Old Driver was driving too fast, and she really didn't want to get on board.

After a while, Leng Ruoli checked the time and said, "I need to go wash my hair, my color should be done setting by now."

"Come, let me wash your hair for you." Jiang Muye smiled at Leng Ruoli.

"Alright, let me enjoy myself."

"Enjoy yourself? You've already enjoyed it plenty of times before. I'm not just good with my hands, my mouth skills are great too." Jiang Muye threw her a flirtatious look.

This made Leng Ruoli's face flush completely red, and she stomped her foot hard on the ground. "Hey, don't drive so fast!"

"I'm driving fast? Sorry, I can't hide my skills, I'm the Akina Mountain God of Racing." Jiang Muye said with a laugh.

Leng Ruoli huffed, then grabbed the hem of Jiang Muye's shirt. "Alright, go wash my hair and service me properly."

"Sure, no problem at all." After pushing Leng Ruoli down, Jiang Muye began taking off her shower cap.

Jiang Muye washed Leng Ruoli's hair, but the more he washed, the more he started to panic.

"Hm?" Jiang Muye frowned.

This wasn't simple.

"Why did you stop, aren't you going to continue?" Leng Ruoli felt her hair still wasn't clean, but Jiang Muye had stopped.

Jiang Muye gulped down a mouthful of saliva and said to Leng Ruoli, "I'll wash it for you, but you have to promise not to hit me."

"Hm?" Hearing Jiang Muye's tone, Leng Ruoli already sensed the severity of the situation.

Leng Ruoli immediately rushed to the mirror.

After looking in the mirror, she froze.