"Why are you here?"
Seeing Song Jun, Shen Liannuo was a little surprised. "Are you injured?"
Song Jun held two white bags in his hand. "The boss said you were coming, so I specifically bought some wine. Shall we have a drink together?"
It had been a while since they came to Country C. Song Jun and Qing Muye had been so busy that they were constantly teetering on the brink of death. It was a rare moment of leisure, a brief respite they had earned.
"Come in."
Shen Liannuo stepped back two paces and opened the living room door. "You can tell me about your recent experiences."
Song Jun walked in and placed the two bags on the table.
"I specifically went to Chinatown to buy Zhou Hei Ya, grilled skewers, and cold seafood," Song Jun said, arranging the boxes of late-night snacks on the table. He then took out the beer from the other bag.
Seeing his elaborate effort, Shen Liannuo couldn't help but tease, "Doesn't the hotel have wine? Do you need to bring it over?"
Song Jun glanced at her with sincere eyes. "This is fresh draft beer from the night market. The hotel really doesn't have it."
Shen Liannuo: "..."
The two sat down and drank heartily in the living room, wisely not calling Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, wiping her wet hair with another. "After a shower, I feel so much more relaxed... Mm..."
Before she could finish speaking, Qing Muye had already pulled her into his arms, sealing her lips with a kiss.
The woman was caught off guard, her innocent eyes blinking. Her eyelashes fluttered against Qing Muye's face. "Mm... Liannuo is still... next door... Don't you..."
"Song Jun is with her,"
Qing Muye straightened up, a wicked smile on his face. "No one will disturb us."
As he finished speaking, he bent down, lifted the woman horizontally, and carried her directly to the waterbed, dropping her onto it.
Meng Jingwei landed on the waterbed, the surface rippling with her descent. Qing Muye leaned over her, one hand propped beside her head, the other gently stroking the damp strands of hair on her cheek. "Wife, I miss you."
A day apart felt like three years.
After days of not seeing her, his longing for Meng Jingwei had become like vines, tightly entwining and enveloping him, driving him almost to madness.
Qing Muye had always prioritized his career, but ever since meeting Meng Jingwei, everything had changed.
"You're something else. Liannuo came to Country C with me to find you, and not only did you not invite her for a meal, but you sent her away. Don't you feel guilty?"
She wrapped one arm around Qing Muye's neck and poked his chest with the other.
Even though he was wearing a black and gray checkered shirt, the thin fabric could barely conceal his toned physique. Meng Jingwei poked him, then playfully threaded her fingers through the buttons and reached inside.
Her cool fingers touched his firm chest. The skin felt slightly heated. With just a brief touch, Meng Jingwei could clearly see a layer of desire spreading across Qing Muye's dark pupils.
His chest rose and fell, his breathing quickening. His hand instinctively untied the belt of his robe, and his large palm naturally enveloped a full curve.
The elastic feel was intoxicating. Qing Muye couldn't put it down and leaned down to gently caress it.
The collision of ice and fire sparked, drawing them in, making them inevitably fall.
Meng Jingwei slowly closed her eyes, gripping Qing Muye's arm with one hand and clutching the bedsheet tightly with the other. She felt her mind spinning dizzily, hazy and soft.
In that moment, all the love, hate, and the weariness of life vanished.
The two felt as if they were in a paradise, drinking ambrosia, a little tipsy, a little hazy, a little longing, a little intoxicated, floating as if they were soaring through a sea of clouds.