She glanced at the table, then down at the fluffy pajamas she was wearing over just her undergarments.
This…
She couldn't help but imagine some risqué scenes, her throat involuntarily bobbing as she swallowed, her small face flushing uncontrollably.
This scoundrel, so hypocritical.
Because the house had heating, it was exceptionally warm. The man was only wearing a white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the collar slightly open, giving off a dominant CEO vibe with a chaste aura, his stunningly beautiful face captivating the heart.
Even Meng Jingwei, who was used to seeing handsome men, felt her heart flutter uncontrollably towards him.
But how could a man who appeared cold and arrogant in public be so… so… "Qing Muye, excessive desire consumes too much of the body. This is not good, truly not good."
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the man's lips. He put down his chopsticks, hooked her chin with his right hand, and said, "It's all your fault, you little vixen, for being so alluring."
"What are you talking about? You're just revealing your true nature and blaming me,"
Meng Jingwei wore an expression of disdain. "You can't even control yourself now. With so many women throwing themselves at you before, I don't believe you could have remained unmoved."
"Because…"
He trailed off mid-sentence, paused, leaned closer to Meng Jingwei's ear, and lowered his voice, "I've restrained myself for so many years. When I met you, I no longer wanted to."
His words, both suave and seductive, sent goosebumps all over Meng Jingwei.
She felt a jolt of electricity coursing through her, a tingling sensation.
Meng Jingwei slightly raised her eyelids, meeting Qing Muye's 'greedy' gaze. Her body immediately stiffened, and she braced herself on the table, ready to bolt.
"Qing Muye, I'm warning you, if you dare touch me on the table, I'm done with you!"
"It doesn't matter, the sofa will do."
"The sofa won't work either!"
"Then the bed."
"I… I'm still hungry. It's not good to exercise right after eating."
"You lie down, I can do the moving."
"You… you bastard, you're a devil."
Meng Jingwei was on the verge of tears. She got up to run, but Qing Muye held her waist tightly. "Stop fooling around, I was just teasing you. Eat quickly."
He placed the dishes one by one onto the plate in front of Meng Jingwei, then pushed his chair back, stood up, and placed Meng Jingwei on the chair. "It's warm now, you can sit."
"Huh? What?"
She blinked, seemingly not understanding what Qing Muye meant.
But as Meng Jingwei sensed the residual warmth on the chair, she instantly understood Qing Muye's intention.
It turned out that because it was winter and she was wearing little, Qing Muye worried the chair would be too cold and had warmed it up for her for a while.
This small gesture struck her heart powerfully, causing a dull ache.
An indescribable emotion, a mixture of being touched and feeling heartache.
How could she not feel heartache for a man who appeared cold and heartless, yet was so meticulously attentive to her?
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Qing Muye turned and draped a coat over Meng Jingwei. "Even with the heating, you should be careful not to catch a cold."
"Why are you so good? Like a big fool."
Only a complete fool would be so attentive to others and not take care of themselves.
Meng Jingwei thought to herself.
"What did you call me?"
"A big fool."
Qing Muye: "…"
Very good.
In this world, perhaps apart from this damned woman before him, no one else dared to call him a big fool.
A hint of helplessness flickered across the man's deep, sculpted face. He placed his large hand on her head and said softly, "Eat quickly, it'll all get cold."
"Okay."
Meng Jingwei didn't say anything more, lowering her head to eat.
Qing Muye walked to the opposite side and quietly served Meng Jingwei, also taking two prawns for himself.
Watching his long fingers peel the shrimp meat, his movements exuding elegance and nobility, she found it a pleasure to behold.
As she stared blankly at Qing Muye, the man raised his hand and placed a piece of shrimp meat into her mouth. "Do you act so infatuated with other men too?"
Meng Jingwei chewed the shrimp meat in her mouth blankly. The fresh shrimp was tender and fragrant, delicious.
She let out a scoff, "Who would be infatuated with a big fool."
"I'm a big fool, what are you?"
The man didn't get angry, quietly continuing to peel shrimp for her.
"I am…"
Just as Meng Jingwei was about to say something, Qing Muye interrupted her, "You are my woman. If I'm a fool, you're not much better."
"Pfft…"
Accustomed to Qing Muye's usual seriousness, she was somewhat unaccustomed to his sudden joking.
He placed a few more peeled shrimp pieces on Meng Jingwei's plate. She picked up a shrimp and offered it to Qing Muye, "I'll feed you."
The man didn't hesitate, opening his mouth to eat.
The lunch was filled with a very harmonious atmosphere.
This way of interacting was something Meng Jingwei had never experienced before. She even felt that every moment with Qing Muye was wonderful and happy.
…
Meanwhile.
After half a month of waiting, Han Junyan finally obtained the injection through arrangements made by a mysterious person.
Han Junyan immediately asked Li Yun'er to go to the movies with him, have dinner together, and then stroll through the streets.
Because Li Yun'er wore a mask, no one discovered her identity.
It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that the two naturally arrived at the Hilton Hotel.
Once they entered the room, the two became like dry firewood and raging fire, 'burning' intensely and indulging themselves.
After an unknown period of passionate intimacy, both were satisfied.
Han Junyan went to the bathroom to wash up and came out wearing a bathrobe. He smiled tenderly at Li Yun'er and said, "Go wash up."
"Okay…"
Li Yun'er lay on the bed, looking at Han Junyan charmingly, and pouted, "Brother Junyan, you're too wicked, you've made me so weak, can you carry me?"
Han Junyan's expression was composed. As he raised his eyebrows and smiled, he shook his head and bowed his head helplessly.
At that moment, a hint of disdain and sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
Golden outside, rotten inside.
She's really quite brazen!
Clearly, she was a twin sister to Meng Jingwei, so why was the gap so big?
He walked to her side, picked up the naked Li Yun'er, turned, and went to the bathroom.
The woman, adorned with exquisite makeup, leaned against his chest in his arms. Her fair arms wrapped around his neck, "Brother Junyan, do you like me because I look like Jingwei?"
"Yes and no."
Han Junyan said calmly and composedly.
"What do you mean?"
"At first, I noticed you because you resembled Jingwei, but falling in love with you is genuinely falling 'in love' with you!"
With a double meaning, he gave Li Yun'er an answer that sounded 'perfect.'
Li Yun'er smiled with relief, tightening her grip on his neck, and nestled her delicate head against his chest.
He carried her into the bathroom and sat her down by the bathtub, filling it with hot water for her. Then, he said, 'Call me if you need anything,' and turned to leave.
Closing the bathroom door, the gentle smile on Han Junyan's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a sinister and terrifying expression.
He poured himself a cup of hot water and, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, dropped a pill into it.