"So, you agree to come back to Nightfall Apartment with me?" Qing Muye gazed at the playful and adorable woman in his arms. She was exceptionally mischievous today.
In front of outsiders, Meng Jingwei projected an image of a cold and stunning ice beauty. Only when she was with him or her close girlfriends would she let loose and reveal her genuine, cute side.
"What benefit do I get if I agree?"
"What do you want?"
"Hmm... let me think..." Meng Jingwei furrowed her brow seriously, contemplating. After a while, she said, "Never mind, I won't go. After thinking it over, you're already mine, and you can't give me any benefits."
"Is that so?"
Qing Muye leaned down and embraced her, striding to the bedside. He gently placed her on the bed, leaned in, and brought his face closer. "Does this count?"
A主动 kiss, lightly caressing her red lips, savoring the sweet tenderness, a feeling he inexplicably cherished, even becoming somewhat greedy.
It had to be said, Qing Muye's kissing skills were masterful, and he easily won over Meng Jingwei.
The woman closed her eyes in enjoyment, emitting faint moans from her nostrils, her breathing even becoming heavy.
Qing Muye smiled with satisfaction, his eyes filled with the delight of a successful scheme.
However...
Knock, knock, knock—
Heaven did not cooperate. A knock sounded from outside the bedroom.
"Mengmeng? Mengmeng? What are you doing? I want to see you, can you come out?" Qiao Ziqian repeatedly knocked, his voice urgent and shouting.
Qing Muye's intended next move was abruptly halted. He propped his hands on either side of Meng Jingwei's head, his expression instantly darkening like ink.
With just a glance, Meng Jingwei could sense the coldness radiating from him, an aura as sharp as a blade, as if he wished to flay Qiao Ziqian alive.
Hadn't Lan Shu promised to keep a good eye on Qiao Ziqian? How did he get up here?
Meng Jingwei offered Qiao Ziqian three seconds of silent mourning.
The next moment, Qing Muye stood up, exuding an aggressive aura as he strode towards the door and pulled it open.
"Ye, don't be rash..."
"Ah!"
Meng Jingwei's attempt to dissuade him was interrupted by a scream.
In the hallway outside, Qiao Ziqian was hit by Qing Muye on his other eye, causing him to cry out in pain, clutching his eye. "It hurts so much... it hurts like hell..."
Hearing this, Meng Jingwei practically leaped from the bed. In two quick strides, she dashed to the bedroom door, only to see Qiao Ziqian covering his eye, his face contorted in pain, on the verge of tears from distress.
Qiao Ziqian, with his naturally fair skin, gave off the impression of a youthful boy. After being punched by Qing Muye, he pouted tearfully, his eyes watery and pitiful.
"Mengmeng, he's so mean, woo woo..." Qiao Ziqian complained tearfully.
Seeing this, Meng Jingwei yanked Qing Muye behind her and scoffed, "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of blinding him?"
"It's for symmetry," Qing Muye replied calmly and nonchalantly.
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Her gaze shifted back to Qiao Ziqian. He had just released the eye that Qing Muye had punched. Sure enough, it was bruised and swollen, perfectly symmetrical with the other eye, a classic panda eye.
She let out a snort and laughed without restraint.
"Since the family doctor is here, he shouldn't come for nothing. Let him take a look at this too," Qing Muye remarked.
Downstairs, Lan Shu had only gone to the restroom for a moment and hadn't expected Qiao Ziqian to disappear.
Elder Mrs. Qing's Alzheimer's had acted up again, and she sat alone, lost in thought. Lan Shu, hearing sounds from upstairs, immediately rushed up.
As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, Qing Muye instructed her, "Take him down."
"Oh, alright, Mr. Qing." Lan Shu walked to Qiao Ziqian's side, grabbed his arm, and said, "Come down with me."