Chapter 115: The Cold, Crazy School Heartthrob x Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 23
The person on the screen remained completely oblivious, even pinching his cheeks in confusion.
Water droplets dripped from his hair, landing on his shoulders.
As he pinched his cheeks, the droplets continued to roll down.
Jiang Luoluo had been showering for a while, but the longer he stayed, the more impatient he grew.
Li Chuan had truly chosen a terrible wine. Out of all the options, he’d picked one that was so intoxicating.
It made him feel incredibly hot.
Jiang Luoluo grabbed a towel to dry his hair, then wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked out.
His throat felt dry, as if it were about to catch fire.
It was all so strange.
There was water on the bedside table in the bedroom. Jiang Luoluo drank two glasses in a row, but he still felt hot.
He flopped onto the bed, intending to read a novel to distract himself. But after only two chapters, he tossed his phone onto the bed in frustration.
Then, he furtively hid under the covers.
Not long after, a few crumpled tissues were tossed out from under the blanket.
Jiang Luoluo’s head emerged, his hair disheveled, his face even redder.
His eyes were moist, and his expression was utterly bewildered.
He looked like a lost little rabbit, unsure of what to do.
In the study.
Mu Jianian’s slender fingers tapped the screen, touching the person who looked both dejected and confused. He curled his lips into a smile.
It seemed his Bao Bao was very uncomfortable.
He desperately needed Mu Jianian’s help.
The moment the bedroom door opened, Jiang Luoluo hadn’t had time to dispose of the evidence on the floor.
He quickly hopped out of bed barefoot and crumpled the tissues into a ball, hiding them in his hand.
Fortunately, Mu Jianian didn’t notice his actions. His voice was light and casual: “Finished washing up?”
Jiang Luoluo stealthily moved to the trash can, opened his fingers, and the ball of tissues dropped inside.
He nodded, then realized Mu Jianian wasn’t looking his way.
“Yes, I’m done.”
Mu Jianian hummed in acknowledgment and pointed toward the bathroom. “I’ll go first.”
The sound of running water occasionally drifted from the bathroom. Jiang Luoluo rolled over in bed, his ears perked up like a little rabbit’s, listening intently to Mu Jianian’s movements.
Mu Jianian emerged from the bathroom soon after, wearing a black pajama set with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a pair of long, slender, and well-proportioned hands.
The delicate wrist bones of his slender wrists flowed smoothly, as if meticulously sculpted by God.
His aura was cold and noble. When he lifted his eyelids to look at someone, his entire demeanor became even more aloof and distant. “Still not asleep?”
Jiang Luoluo nodded, his feverish eyes shining slightly. He answered obediently, “I can’t sleep.”
It wasn’t just that he couldn’t sleep; he was practically bursting with energy.
Aside from his dizzy head, every part of him felt incredibly alert.
“Haven’t dried your hair yet?” Mu Jianian reached out to him. “You’ll catch a cold sleeping like that.”
His voice was unusually gentle, and for a moment, it felt as if time had turned back to when they first met.
Jiang Luoluo obediently offered his hand, and Mu Jianian led him to dry his hair.
He sat in a chair while Mu Jianian stood before him, holding the hairdryer in one hand and gently tousling his hair with the other.
He looked completely focused.
From Jiang Luoluo’s vantage point on the sofa, he could only see Mu Jianian’s abdomen.
The buttons of Mu Jianian’s pajamas were undone, and with each movement as he dried Jiang Luoluo’s hair, the buttons slipped from their holes, revealing a broad expanse of beautifully sculpted muscle.
Jiang Luoluo stared, his eyes fixed on the sight, feeling himself grow hot again.
Mu Jianian’s arm shifted, and the pajama collar closed, concealing everything once more.
Jiang Luoluo felt a pang of disappointment.
While Mu Jianian wasn’t looking, he secretly unbuttoned another button on Mu Jianian’s pajamas.
His wish was granted.
Jiang Luoluo withdrew his guilty little hand.
Thinking no one had noticed, he curved his eyes in delight.
Mu Jianian turned his gaze back to Jiang Luoluo, watching the small fish he’d hooked stare at him with burning eyes. His inner satisfaction grew even greater.
Jiang Luoluo blinked a few times, still gazing at him.
Mu Jianian set down the hairdryer and patted his head. “All done.”
Jiang Luoluo finally snapped out of his daze, feeling a pang of reluctance.
“That was quick…”
Jiang Luoluo could only sit to the side and watch Mu Jianian dry his own hair.
The hem of his pajamas lifted with each movement, revealing a glimpse of his toned waist.
Mu Jianian had always had a great waist.
After silently making this observation, Jiang Luoluo suddenly realized what he was thinking.
He was acting like a perverted little creep, lusting after Mu Jianian’s body!
Once this dawned on him, Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed even redder.
He finally understood what had been making him so hot tonight.
Or rather, what he was hoping Mu Jianian would do to him.
But lately, Mu Jianian had been distant, keeping him at arm’s length.
Jiang Luoluo looked at him with a troubled expression, his mind flooded with images he couldn’t possibly share.
He felt like he was about to melt from the fire raging inside him, his eyes burning with heat.
Gritting his teeth and silently chanting “alcohol gives courage,” Jiang Luoluo walked over, his voice soft and pleading.
“Mu Jianian, let me dry your hair for you.”
Without waiting for a response, he snatched the hairdryer from Mu Jianian’s hand.
With a surge of unexpected strength, he pushed Mu Jianian back into his chair.
Then, he casually sat down on Mu Jianian’s lap and began drying his hair.
Mu Jianian casually draped an arm around Jiang Luoluo’s waist, his grip loose and unconcerned.
His other hand, resting on the chair’s edge, had veins bulging on its back, straining with suppressed tension.
He gazed at the delicate face inches away, his expression aloof, while his mind raced with plans for how to spend this beautiful evening.
Hmm…
The best outcome would be to entice him to be even more proactive
That way, tomorrow morning, even if he can’t get out of bed, he’ll have no reason to blame me…
Jiang Luoluo’s arm, holding the hairdryer, began to ache.
His bright, moist almond eyes darted around, his curled lashes fluttering like a mischievous kitten’s.
His thoughts were too simple, too transparent. Anyone could see through them at a glance.
Mu Jianian maintained his usual aloof and austere demeanor.
Jiang Luoluo set down the hairdryer, bit his lip, and spoke in a soft voice, “Mu Jianian, could you feel my forehead? Do you think I have a fever?”
Mu Jianian touched his forehead casually. “You’re fine. You don’t have a fever.”
Jiang Luoluo unbuttoned his pajamas and pulled Mu Jianian’s hand inside. “But my heart’s racing, Mu Jianian. I think I’m sick…”
Mu Jianian’s eyes darkened, his voice drawn out by the dim yellow light. Though his tone was cold, it sounded to Jiang Luoluo like an invitation to continue.
“Oh? But I’m not a doctor and can’t prescribe medicine. What should we do?”
Jiang Luoluo’s head was spinning from the heat. He steeled himself and threw himself into Mu Jianian’s arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His voice was soft and pleading. “Mu Jianian, will you be my medicine?”
Where Jiang Luoluo couldn’t see, Mu Jianian’s eyes were as dark as ink, barely containing a terrifying inferno.
He swept Jiang Luoluo up into his arms and tossed him onto the bed.
“Jiang Luoluo, you asked for this.”
When Jiang Luoluo woke up again, the navy-blue curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out the light.
He pulled out his phone. It was already five in the afternoon.
*Of course,* he thought. *He and Mu Jianian had stayed up all night.*
He hadn’t fallen asleep until eight in the morning.
Mu Jianian wasn’t there. He’d probably gone to work.
Jiang Luoluo silently gave him a thumbs-up in his mind.
He sat up, intending to get out of bed, but his body ached as if it were falling apart. He quietly lay back down.
*Mu Jianian,* he thought. *He looks so refined, but he’s so fierce in moments like this.*
Just as he opened WeChat, Li Chuan’s call came through.
His voice was as boisterous as ever. “Luo Luo! Why haven’t you answered your phone all day? What were you up to?”
“If you hadn’t picked up, I was about to call the police!”
“I overslept,” Jiang Luoluo mumbled weakly. “It’s Saturday, after all…”
“Why is your voice so hoarse?”
“Probably caught a cold from staying up late last night.” Afraid Li Chuan would ask more questions, Jiang Luoluo quickly brushed it off.
“Oh, right! I just got back. The old gang wants to get together tonight. We’re meeting at seven. I found a place near your school. Should I come pick you up?”
“No, no need!”
Jiang Luoluo quickly protested, “Just send me the location. I’ll go there myself later.”
After hanging up, Jiang Luoluo propped his chin in HIS hands and texted Mu Jianian, saying he had something to take care of at school and needed to go back.
After washing up and checking himself in the mirror, Jiang Luoluo put on a high-collared shirt and carefully examined himself for any visible marks before leaving.
Over three years had passed since she last saw his old classmates. They had all matured considerably. Their youthful awkwardness had faded from their features, though traces of their old selves remained in their laughter and conversation.
While chatting, Jiang Luoluo sent another message to Mu Jianian. As he rested an arm on his shoulder, Li Chuan grinned at him.
“Luo Luo, what are you sneaking around for?”
Jiang Luoluo quickly put down his phone. “Nothing—”
“Hey!” someone exclaimed, their eyes sharp. They pointed suggestively at the collar of Jiang Luoluo’s shirt. “Luo Luo, you’re in love!”
Li Chuan craned his neck to get a better look. “Holy shit! You really are in love!!”
Jiang Luoluo’s cheeks flushed slightly as he defensively tugged at her collar. “A mosquito bite…”
“Tsk tsk tsk…” the group teased. “That mosquito must have had a pretty big mouth!”
Jiang Luoluo’s face burned red. He clutched his drink in both hands and took large, hurried gulps.
The phone on the table lit up.
Li Chuan casually picked up his phone. “This is the latest model, Luo Luo. I was planning to buy a new phone tomorrow. Want to come with me?”
“Don’t get this one. It’s terrible. I bought it just a few months ago, and it’s already starting to lag.”
“That’s not right. This brand has always been reliable!”
The electronic device drew everyone’s attention, and the conversation shifted to phones.
“Seriously, I’m not kidding,” Jiang Luoluo said, casually unlocking his phone to show everyone. “I even bought it directly from the official website…”
“Yeah, it’s a bit sluggish…” Li Chuan swiped across the screen a few times.
“Let me see.”
A quiet, tech-savvy guy took the phone, tilted the screen, swiped across it a few times, and then opened the settings menu, tapping and swiping with practiced ease.
Soon, he handed the phone back, his expression unusually serious behind his glasses. “The screen’s sluggish because there’s probably a problem with the ribbon cable connection. Have you dropped it before? You should take it to customer service.”
Jiang Luoluo nodded. “Yes, I have. I’ll go to customer service tomorrow.”
The tech guy’s expression remained grave. “But Luo Luo, there’s tracking software installed on your phone. You’re being monitored!”
