Chapter 80: Leng Ruoli, You're Showing Too Much

The Aloof Campus Belle, despite her smile, carried a trace of icy danger in her eyes, which made the few girls who were still relentlessly pursuing Jiang Muye suddenly panic.

There was no way they were willing to offend Leng Ruoli. After all, Leng Ruoli was a tycoon's daughter, rich and powerful, and most importantly, the implication in her words just now was blatantly obvious.

If they weren't a couple, then they were at least in the developing stages. Otherwise, how could she let someone else log into such a private WeChat account?

One by one, none of them wanted to invite humiliation, so they said, "Alright, forget it then. We'll get going."

After the girls left, the coldness faded from Leng Ruoli's face, and she immediately became somewhat shy, hurrying over to apologize, "Sorry, I took it upon myself to say those things, mainly because…"

Jiang Muye cut her off right away, saying, "It's fine. You were helping me out."

Leng Ruoli was briefly stunned, looking at the handsome man before her, still wearing the scarf she'd given him yesterday.

Her little face flushed bright red. "As long as you don't mind. But how did you know to come find me?"

Jiang Muye reflexively unwound the scarf from his neck and, in an instant, wrapped it around Leng Ruoli's fair, delicate neck.

Leng Ruoli stared at Jiang Muye in astonishment.

She could feel the lingering warmth spreading from her neck—it was the mixed body heat of Jiang Muye himself, subdued, warm, comfortable, pleasant to smell, fresh. Whatever beautiful words Leng Ruoli could think of, they all applied.

Her heart surged, and a frantic little deer seemed to have barged in and was darting around wildly.

Jiang Muye smiled faintly. "Of course I came to return it to its rightful owner."

Leng Ruoli's pretty little face was flooded with a deep blush.

She said shyly, "I could have just gone to get it myself."

"I happened to be passing by, so naturally I brought it over." Jiang Muye's ears burned a little, and he said it with a show of blunt honesty.

"Thank you," Leng Ruoli said, beaming.

"So, is your cold any better?"

"It's already gone."

"Mm, then I'll be off." Jiang Muye said to Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli nodded bashfully.

Just as Jiang Muye was striding forward, he heard a light, nimble voice from behind, "Wait!"

"Hm?"

Jiang Muye whipped his head around.

Leng Ruoli was dashing toward him.

But she couldn't control her speed in time to brake, and ended up tumbling headfirst into Jiang Muye's arms.

Jiang Muye, out of sheer momentum, started to step back, but his arms steadily caught her soft, delicate frame.

Because it happened so suddenly, Jiang Muye could feel her violent heartbeat mingling with his own.

Whuff, whuff, whuff, whuff.

Jiang Muye's breathing became ragged.

He even felt a hint of alarm.

Because at that crucial moment, he had lowered his head just as she looked up, and they'd come within a hair's breadth of their lips touching.

Jiang Muye stared straight at Leng Ruoli's red lips.

Crimson lips and white teeth, a slightly upturned lip bead, a beautiful lip line, a faintly rising corner of the mouth—all of it was seducing him.

Very soft, very sweet, tasted wonderful.

Jiang Muye looked with dry mouth and parched tongue.

For a moment, he wanted to kiss down hard.

As if possessed, he really did lean down. Just as he was itching to force a kiss on her, Leng Ruoli said shyly, "Sorry, I couldn't stop just now."

After she squirmed out of Jiang Muye's arms, she bent down.

With the fragrant, soft body gone from his embrace, Jiang Muye finally came to his senses. Once the wicked thought passed, he suddenly understood.

I've been seduced by beauty again!

Nearly a big thing almost happened.

Jiang Muye felt conflicted. He couldn't tell whether to be glad he hadn't acted like a hooligan, or to regret that he hadn't.

A moment later, Jiang Muye felt a faint warmth on his shoe.

He immediately looked down.

And there he found Leng Ruoli, down on one knee, tying his shoelace for him.

It was the first time a girl had ever done something like that.

Jiang Muye's heart felt warm and toasty, and his face flushed at once. "No need, I can do it myself."

"Don't. You're so tall, it's such a hassle to bend down. I saw it and figured I'd just tie it for you. I was worried you'd trip over your laces, and that'd be terrible." Seeing the blazing look in Jiang Muye's eyes, Leng Ruoli raised her head and gave him a bright smile.

Seeing Jiang Muye wasn't quite used to it, Leng Ruoli's smile widened. "At worst, if my laces come undone later, you can tie them for me."

"Deal." Jiang Muye nodded. "It's a promise."

Girls really were nimble-fingered. Compared to Jiang Muye's sloppy-looking laces, Leng Ruoli's were much prettier.

When Leng Ruoli finished, she immediately stood up.

Jiang Muye said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."

Leng Ruoli said shyly, "Shall we head back together? We're going the same way anyway."

"Sure." Jiang Muye nodded.

Leng Ruoli clutched her books, following Jiang Muye down the forest path with a maiden's bashfulness.

Someone came riding over on a motorcycle, bringing a gust of strong wind, and it just so happened that Leng Ruoli was standing at the edge.

The wind kicked up by the motorcycle set Leng Ruoli's pleated skirt rippling, and with a whuff, whuff, whuff, it curled up a corner, the enchanting scenery slowly unveiling itself.

Inadvertently, Jiang Muye seemed to catch a glimpse of white.

It set Jiang Muye's blood racing.

Like a pot of hot water boiling over—he was young and full of vigor, after all. How could he see such a steamy scene and have no reaction at all?

He wasn't a monk.

Jiang Muye's ears burned.

"We're about to…" Just as Leng Ruoli was about to say something, she felt a shadow fall, and then a pair of hands covered her thighs, pressing down the hem of her skirt.

Leng Ruoli's pupils suddenly widened, and she stared at Jiang Muye in disbelief.

His palms were so scorching.

When they touched her skin, the heat of his hands and the chill of her legs produced a very subtle reaction.

It also made Leng Ruoli's little face burn with shame.

This… what is he doing!

While Leng Ruoli's imagination ran wild, she felt his hands start to move upward.

A moment later, a wave of warmth came up from behind.

Leng Ruoli was briefly stunned, and then she saw the youth who had stepped closer on his own, pulling off his clothes one-handed. He did it all in one fluid motion, and in a moment had tied his jacket around Leng Ruoli's waist from behind.

Jiang Muye's handsome face tilted slightly down, his voice husky yet sexy, and he said coolly, "Your skirt's too short. You were showing everything. This is better."

When Leng Ruoli heard Jiang Muye point out that she'd been exposing herself, her face instantly burned to the extreme.

Did Jiang Muye see something just now?

So embarrassing.

But she also started to feel an itch in her heart because of his few words, and a strange sensation ignited in her delicate body.

"Th-thank you," Leng Ruoli said shyly, biting her cherry lips.

"It's nothing." Jiang Muye forced himself to stay calm, though in reality his heart had already gone floating from her few words.

He gently took Leng Ruoli's wrist and steered her inward. "You walk on the inside, I'll walk on the outside. That's a bit safer."

Her wrist was soft and small, and Jiang Muye's first impression was that she was too thin.

I'll have to make sure she eats well from now on.

Otherwise she's too fragile.

Jiang Muye got to the point. "What were you saying?"