Chapter 70: Just Lust at First Sight

Jiang Muye rolled his eyes. "Neither! It was the delivery guy on the phone, alright?"

"Alright, alright, alright." Little White Dove sounded a bit disappointed.

No gossip to chew on again. How boring.

After Jiang Muye went outside and took the delivery guy's call, he learned that the guy was already downstairs.

He hurried downstairs and grabbed the delivery.

The bag was full of cold medicine, which he had specifically bought for Leng Ruoli.

After all, Leng Ruoli had caught a cold because of him. He had to show some kind of gesture, otherwise he'd be less than a man.

At that moment, Leng Ruoli was wrapped in her blanket, lying in bed in a daze.

She had a cold now, and felt awful all over, muddled and groggy.

Just then, a WeChat message suddenly arrived on her phone.

Leng Ruoli's spirits instantly lifted, and she hastily opened WeChat.

1%: 【Come downstairs.】

When Leng Ruoli saw it, her little face filled with excitement.

How could she still be lying limp in bed? She was instantly full of energy.

Mi Lu, who had been removing her makeup, saw that Leng Ruoli—who had just been lifeless moments ago—was now hopping off the bed full of vim and vigor, and found it strange. "Weren't you feeling unwell?"

Leng Ruoli smiled playfully. "I'm much better!"

She quickly rushed over to the vanity mirror, tidied her hair, and swiftly applied a bean-paste-colored lipstick to make her complexion look a little better.

After that, she changed into a very pretty dress, threw on a cashmere coat, and ran downstairs.

She ran eagerly, her face filled with happiness.

When facing the boy she liked, she absolutely had to run to him—

After Leng Ruoli ran downstairs, she saw the tall figure standing in the night.

His unruly, untamed brows and eyes were her most beautiful memory.

Leng Ruoli smiled, a sweet smile.

It felt as if the whole world had become fresh and bright just because of his appearance.

"Why are you here?" Leng Ruoli walked up to him, her face instantly flushing red as she gazed at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye smiled faintly, then handed the delivery bag in his hand to Leng Ruoli. "Here, hold this."

Leng Ruoli was astonished. "What's this?"

She took it and, upon looking inside, her eyes reddened.

Jiang Muye smiled brightly. "I saw you'd caught a cold, and I was worried it might get worse, so I bought you some medicine."

Then he noticed that glistening tears were falling from Leng Ruoli's eyes.

It was simply a fairy shedding tears—beautiful beyond words.

Jiang Muye panicked a little. "What's wrong? Did I overstep? Why are you crying all of a sudden? Someone might mistake it for me bullying you."

"No, no, no, you're not bullying me. I'm just so happy." Leng Ruoli's watery eyes fixed on Jiang Muye. After hesitating for just a few seconds, she made a bold move.

Jiang Muye had just been about to say goodbye to Leng Ruoli when he felt a shadow sweep over him, and then a faint fragrance spread out.

In an instant, Jiang Muye felt a soft, delicate body press against him.

Her lotus-root arms wrapped around his neck, and her pretty little face rested on his shoulder. Jiang Muye couldn't see her expression, but the closeness of the embrace made his body ignite like a fire.

Jiang Muye's originally calm heart was suddenly thrown into turmoil.

Her breath was like orchid, a gentle warmth brushing against the tip of his ear as she said softly, "Thank you. I really like the medicine you bought."

She paused, then continued, "And I really like you too."

Jiang Muye felt his ears go numb.

He only wanted to say one thing: this was killing him.

He had never imagined Leng Ruoli would throw herself into his arms.

Of course, it also made Jiang Muye a little flustered.

He didn't know what to do with his hands now. Leng Ruoli's love was scorching hot, but he clearly had no idea how to handle feelings like this.

Jiang Muye took a deep breath and said, "You might call me a scoundrel, a bastard, but I want to tell you one thing: I won't open my heart this quickly, and I won't enter a relationship this easily."

He could clearly feel Leng Ruoli's body stiffen.

"I admit I have some good feelings toward you, but it's just a guy simply not disliking a girl—it might even just be attraction to your looks."

Jiang Muye's tone was firm. "I don't know if these good feelings can develop into liking, or even love, and I certainly don't know where we'll end up in the future. But I hope that one day I'll be able to say to you: I like you."

If a girl was this proactive, then Jiang Muye absolutely had to speak his most honest thoughts, so she could understand.

If he simply got together with Leng Ruoli just because he had a bit of a crush.

That would be unfair to her.

Dating him would make her feel worse, and she might even get hurt.

"In a relationship, I'll go all out, but the premise is that I've already walked out of the shadows of my past and can treat a girl with one hundred percent of my feelings. Only that counts as fair to the girl."

Jiang Muye paused, then looked at Leng Ruoli with utter sincerity. "Not rushing into a relationship just to heal my wounds."

After Jiang Muye finished speaking, things turned out differently from what he had imagined. Far from being disappointed, Leng Ruoli smiled even sweeter.

"I'm so happy. Hearing you say that was worth it." Leng Ruoli spoke very gently, her eyes sparkling. "At least you have some good feelings toward me now. That's already the biggest progress."

She let go of Jiang Muye, then placed her palm over his heart. Jiang Muye felt the warmth of her soft palm, which made his heart beat even harder.

"I'm not a doctor, but I'll work hard to learn how to heal. I'll wait for you, until the day you completely open your heart to me and say to me, 'Please take care of me for the rest of my life,' and also say 'I like you.'"

Leng Ruoli tasted a hint of sweetness spreading through her heart.

She wasn't a very greedy person.

That he had some good feelings toward her now was already a qualitative leap. She had patience, and she would wait—wait for the day the two of them would interlace their fingers and look toward the future.

When Jiang Muye saw Leng Ruoli's innocent smile, his pressure vanished, and he became cheerful and joyful.

"Alright," Jiang Muye nodded.

Leng Ruoli was overjoyed.

He had made his attitude clear. He was no longer sealing off his heart like in the past. How could she not be happy?

"Then I'll head up first." Leng Ruoli's little face was overflowing with smiles as she waved at Jiang Muye. "Get to sleep early, don't stay up late, and drink lots of hot water!"

"That's what I should be saying. My constitution is way better than yours." Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curving high.

Leng Ruoli was delighted, and just as she was about to keep talking, she suddenly covered her mouth and sneezed.

She panicked and immediately tried to get far away from him. "Stay away from me, whatever you do, don't let the germs on me infect you."

Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli, who had bounced several meters away, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You just hugged me, and now you think of it? Isn't it a bit late?"

Leng Ruoli's little face flushed bright red, and she apologized repeatedly. "Sorry."

"It's fine. My body's great, how could I catch a cold so easily?" Jiang Muye directly tightened Leng Ruoli's scarf. "You, on the other hand, worry about yourself. Go back and take your medicine right away, and drink more hot water, you hear me!"

What his fingers touched was the girl's tender, smooth skin, which made Jiang Muye's fingertips tingle.

Especially the slight trembling of the girl's delicate body, the peaks swaying with a large arc, which made Jiang Muye's breathing tighten a little.

"Okay." She stared at him blankly, just like a harmless little kitten, her face flushed red, her eyes holding glistening tears, her lashes long, a touch of rosy red on both cheeks—especially cute.

It actually gave Jiang Muye a strong urge to ravage her.

Kiss her lips swollen, kiss her lip gloss smeared.

Then make her cry and call him Brother.

Fuck, he was a beast.

Again, just attracted to her looks!

How was it that he had zero resistance to a pretty face?