He Xiao Lan Ya.
Her birth mother's name.
Afterward, Old Chen Tou and Daisy Ti Ni appeared at the tavern. Seeing the two in a drunken stupor, they immediately ordered them to be sent back to the bamboo house.
In the bedroom, Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, dizzy and asleep.
But as she slept, she vaguely felt a familiar presence wash over her, and it was this familiar feeling that made her eyes snap open.
As expected, there was someone beside her, holding her in his arms, his large hand caressing her cheek.
In the darkness, even without seeing him, Meng Jingwei knew who it was.
She felt her eyes sting, reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.
As if they shared a telepathic connection, they both knew of each other's presence.
Their passionate kiss ignited like wildfire, burning wantonly.
Throughout the entire process, they were both tacitly immersed in enjoying the beautiful moment, neither interrupting the pleasant atmosphere with words.
Meng Jingwei held him, her fingers tracing the scars of three gunshot wounds on his back, and her heart ached faintly.
He had truly sacrificed so much for her.
She hugged him tightly, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, "When did you arrive?"
She had only arrived at the Hidden Tribe yesterday afternoon. For Qin Muye to know her whereabouts so quickly and for him to appear gave her a sense of security.
"I arrived two days before you."
Qin Muye held her and kissed her forehead, "Silly girl, don't be afraid. I'm here for everything. Just do what you need to do."
"A Ye, thank you for being here."
She closed her eyes, enjoying the sense of security Qin Muye provided.
"You are my wife, and it is only right that I do anything for you."
"Husband... Husband, it's so good to have you."
"What did you call me?"
Since they met and started being together, she had always called him by his name. It was only recently that she started calling him 'A Ye', and now that Qin Muye finally heard her call him 'Husband', he was inexplicably delighted.
"Husband."
"Your voice is too soft, I couldn't hear clearly."
"Husband?"
"What?"
"Husband, husband, husband..." Meng Jingwei hugged his neck and whispered the words into his ear a few times.
Qin Muye couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to lightly pat her backside, "You truly are a demanding little vixen."
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. He was already madly missing Meng Jingwei, and now with the little vixen in his arms acting so unreservedly, it made him even more unable to control himself.
Feeling the flames of desire burning within him, Qin Muye flipped over and pinned her beneath him, "I can't help myself again, what should I do?"
"Don't mess around, it's a special time, and we'll be in big trouble if we're discovered."
Qin Muye felt that Meng Jingwei was like a blooming, alluring poppy, and just one touch made him fall uncontrollably.
This feeling... was wonderful.