Ding—
The elevator doors closed.
Just as Meng Jingwei was about to step out, Qing Muy野 turned and pressed her against the elevator wall, kissing her lips.
"Mmm… Hey, Qing Muy野, this is an elevator, don't mess around."
Meng Jingwei patted Qing Muy野's shoulder, startled by his every move.
However, the man had no intention of letting Meng Jingwei go and lightly bit her lips.
"Hiss…"
Meng Jingwei gasped in pain from the bite, her brows furrowed, "What are you doing? It hurts."
"Not focused. You deserve to be punished!"
He chided softly.
Meng Jingwei immediately understood, knowing that Qing Muy野 was referring to her lack of concentration during their kiss and wanted to punish her.
This scoundrel was getting worse.
Ding—
At this moment, the elevator stopped and slowly opened.
While Qing Muy野 wasn't paying attention, Meng Jingwei broke free from his 'claws', slid off him, and stood beside him.
They both looked towards the elevator entrance and saw an casually dressed old man, holding a bunch of keys, entering with a young couple.
They must be here to rent a house.
The elevator door closed and slowly ascended.
Qing Muy野's hand rested on her waist. Before he could do anything else, he saw the young couple behind the old man embracing each other and kissing passionately…
Completely ignoring Meng Jingwei and Qing Muy野 standing behind them.
Meng Jingwei's lips twitched, she secretly lamented how wild young people were nowadays.
She felt her face flush just watching them. As she lowered her head, she caught a glimpse of Qing Muy野 looking at her from the corner of her eye.
The little woman rolled her eyes at him, and the man raised his hand and gently squeezed her cheek.
After a while, the elevator opened, arriving at Meng Jingwei's floor.
They walked out. Before Meng Jingwei could head towards her own apartment, Qing Muy野 held her hand and pulled her to the adjacent apartment.
This apartment was bought by Qing Muy野.
He swiped his card to open the door, placed his hands on Meng Jingwei's shoulders, pushed her inside, then turned and pressed her against the door.
Bang—
The door was instantly locked.
The man held her waist with one hand and her face with the other, leaning down for a passionate kiss.
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down!"
Meng Jingwei's fair little hand pressed directly against Qing Muy野's face, "Control yourself, control yourself, you hear me."
The man looked at her through the gap between her fingers, "Don't you miss me?"
"Of course, but we've already met."
"That's all?"
"Yep. What else do you want?" Meng Jingwei pretended to be oblivious.
The man's cold eyes narrowed, and the hand on her waist squeezed lightly, "Awei, you're being mischievous again."
Saying that, the man leaned down, picked her up horizontally in a princess carry, turned, and walked towards the bedroom.
Meng Jingwei felt her body suddenly lighten, and she instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, making the two of them appear exceptionally intimate.
Entering the bedroom, Qing Muy野 gently placed her on the bed.
Just as he was about to do something further, Meng Jingwei lifted her leg and pressed it against his abdomen, creating a distance between them with just one leg.
"Rumor has it that you are indifferent to women, but I feel like you are just a hypocrite." Meng Jingwei leaned against the pillow, her limpid eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of doubt.
The man's sharp eyebrows furrowed, "Only with you."
"Tsk, who knows."
Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, pouting. She then covered her stomach and said, "Hungry…"
"I have already instructed people from Yipinju to prepare the meal, and it will be here shortly."
"Then that's perfect, I'll rest for a bit."
"I'll accompany you."
"No need!"
She refused immediately, giving him a meaningful look, letting him figure it out himself.
Being rejected repeatedly, the man's burning gaze gradually subsided. He turned away helplessly and sat on the sofa, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and smoking silently.
Seeing his dejected expression, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you angry?"
The man didn't look at her and said indifferently, "No."
Ding dong—
Someone pressed the doorbell. He got up and went to get the lunch.
After Qing Muy野 had neatly arranged the lunch in the living room, he entered the bedroom, intending to call Meng Jingwei out for the meal, only to find her sleeping on the bed.
Qing Muy野's brows furrowed. Had her insomnia improved?
The man walked over, pulled the blanket up for her, and saw that Meng Jingwei didn't react, sleeping soundly.
He smiled helplessly, tiptoed to her side, placed his hand on her waist, and gently held her.
Qing Muy野 lay beside Meng Jingwei. She was very close to him. The man's nostrils were filled with a faint, familiar scent that stirred his whole body with heat.
However, he couldn't bear to disturb Meng Jingwei's rest, so he could only try his best to suppress the 'fire' raging within him.
After an unknown amount of time.
Meng Jingwei, in her sleep, felt something blocking her mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe, and even felt someone pressing down on her.
Exhausted, she couldn't open her eyelids. In a daze, she thought…
Could it be that she was experiencing 'sleep paralysis'?
She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Qing Muy野's handsome and captivating face.
The man smirked wickedly, utterly mischievous.
Meng Jingwei: "You damn it!"
She lazily closed her eyes, mentally cursing Qing Muy野's ancestors.
She then muttered to herself, "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have agreed to date you."
After resting for a while, she felt much more awake after the commotion. Qing Muy野 then took her to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then carried her to the living room.
"Hey, hey, can you put me down? I'm not an invalid!" Meng Jingwei grumbled.
"I just want to hold you like this."
Qing Muy野 carried her to the dining room, like carrying a small child, positioning her facing the table, sitting on his lap.
Meng Jingwei was speechless, "This is very inconvenient for me to eat, put me down."
"No!"
He flatly refused, holding her waist with one hand and picking up food with his right, "I'll feed you."
There were four dishes and two soups on the table, all of which were Meng Jingwei's favorite dishes.
The man held his chopsticks and offered her a piece of braised pork.
Meng Jingwei shook her head, "If you don't put me down, I won't eat."
Qing Muy野's hand holding the chopsticks stiffened slightly, his deep, sculpted handsome features instantly turned cold, "You won't eat? Believe it or not, I'll have you right here."
Right here?
She had no doubt about the truthfulness of Qing Muy野's words.