"You..."
He Xiaomingjin still wanted to say something, but saw Meng Jingwei go upstairs.
He raised his hand and scratched his head, then went directly to Old Chen's bedroom, wanting to seek his consent.
Upstairs, Meng Jingwei returned to her room and went to the bathroom to wash up. However, when she came out of the bathroom, she still didn't see Qing Muye's figure in the bedroom.
She couldn't help but murmur, "Is he not planning to come over today? Never mind if he doesn't. I'll read for a while."
She walked past the screen separating the bedroom and study, heading towards the desk, when her arm was grabbed and she was pulled into his embrace.
Instantly, a refreshing scent of shower gel filled the air. She leaned against the man's muscular chest, instinctively wrapping her arms around his waist, "I thought you..."
As she looked up to speak, she met his cold and handsome face.
Ever since leaving the Hidden Clan, Qing Muye had always worn makeup. Now, with his makeup removed, his true face was revealed – the face Meng Jingwei had longed for day and night.
Only...
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her slender jade fingers brushed against his cheek. Her fingertips gently stroked his facial skin, and she said with great heartache, "Wearing thick makeup every day has made your skin so much paler."
Fortunately, his skin was excellent. Even with daily makeup, it hadn't caused his pores to enlarge; instead, his skin had become even fairer.
But it was precisely for this reason that Meng Jingwei felt even more heartbroken.
"Cosmetic products remaining on the face for a long time will eventually harm the skin. It might not cause problems in the short term, but it will definitely affect the skin texture in the long run."
Meng Jingwei cupped his face with both hands, looked up at the man standing close to her, her eyes shimmering with moisture, filled with deep affection and concern.
"Silly girl."
The man's handsome face broke into a smile. He hugged her waist and said in a doting tone, "I am a married man. As long as you don't mind, why would I care?"
His tone was as tender as water, melting her heart. Yet, Meng Jingwei felt a pang of soreness in her chest, filled with guilt.
"Ah Ye, it's so good to have you."
With that, she tiptoed, slowly closed her eyes, and kissed him on the lips.
Faced with her initiative, Qing Muye was utterly defenseless.
Perhaps due to her natural constitution, Meng Jingwei's skin was always cool, while Qing Muye was fiery and his skin was hot. Their lips met, a collision of ice and fire, sending a jolt of electricity through their bodies, stirring their passion.
Qing Muye held her waist with one hand and lifted her hips with the other, carrying her. With a turn, he sat her on the desk and began a forceful advance.
"Mmm... don't... not here."
Meng Jingwei pushed against Qing Muye, seemingly unable to adapt to the current situation.
"No, I want it here." The man's forehead rested against hers, their noses gently touching. His voice was husky.
Even though they had been married for a long time and lived together for a long time, every time she was with him, Meng Jingwei's heart would inevitably race. The thrill and excitement were just like the first time.
She smiled helplessly, "I really don't know what to do with you."
"Does Madam agree?"
"You say... mmm..." Meng Jingwei wanted to say more, but her words were sealed by his kiss.
A dizzying, disorienting frenzy ensued, unrestrained and wild, leaving them almost lost in oblivion.
Outside, the moon hung high, the stars glittered. Inside, the room was dim, with only a beam of moonlight slanting in through the window, bathing the room in a silvery-gray hue, like a thin veil, romantic and beautiful.
The night was deep. Qing Muye carried her to the bathroom to bathe, but unable to resist the allure of her graceful figure, he could not help himself and made love to her once more.
Carrying her back to bed, the exhausted Meng Jingwei nestled in his arms, motionless, as obedient as a little lazy cat.