A kiss, before Meng Jingwei could even taste the warmth of his lips, he straightened up.
Seeing the lingering desire on her face, Qing Muye smiled, his large hand covering her cheek. He lowered his voice, "Don't be in a hurry. When we get back to Lancheng, I'll definitely 'satisfy' you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jingwei felt her ears turn red.
Even after marrying Qing Muye, she still couldn't get used to his forward flirtations; every time, she would be flushed.
Meng Jingwei pushed his hand away, "You'd better worry about saving your own life."
"With me here, don't worry," Qing Muye comforted her.
Indeed, with Qing Muye present, Meng Jingwei felt incredibly at ease. Even with the intense gunshots outside, she didn't feel the slightest bit of panic.
The sounds from outside were continuous, accompanied by many screams. Even from the rooftop, the scraping sound of chairs moving on the floor could be heard.
Compared to the nervousness and panic of others fleeing in all directions, the few involved parties appeared remarkably calm and composed.
"I'll draw them away later. You take the shots."
As Qing Muye spoke, he fired several shots, shattering the window glass. With the sound of breaking glass, a gust of bone-chilling wind surged in, making one shiver.
The guards on the upper floor heard the commotion and immediately fired a few shots in their direction.
Meng Jingwei walked to the bedside, picked up the two pillows from the bed, and placed one on the table by the window, handing the other to Qing Muye.
The man took the pillow and gave her a meaningful look.
Meng Jingwei understood, turned to the bedroom door, and signaled to Shen Liannuo, who was squatting in the corner of the living room: Act in ten counts.
Shen Liannuo nodded, her expression exceptionally cold and alluring in its sternness.
After conveying the message, Meng Jingwei returned to the bedroom. Seeing Qing Muye with his feet on the table, already at the window, she also walked over and stood by the other window.
The two faced each other, and Meng Jingwei silently counted down.
Bang, bang, bang—
From the living room, Shen Liannuo's gunshots rang out. Meanwhile, Qing Muye, holding the pillow, extended it. Following several gunshots, his pillow was riddled with holes, and countless white goose feathers flew out.
Just as the people above were firing, Meng Jingwei, holding onto the wall, leaned out and accurately shot two people above.
One of the shot men fell, while the other, secured by a safety rope, was left dangling in mid-air.
The blond man, dangling and enduring the pain, fired at Meng Jingwei, but was instantly killed by Qing Muye.
Shen Liannuo, in the living room, with her excellent marksmanship, also seized the opportunity to take down the person in the upper left corner of the living room.
Qing Muye dropped the pillow and walked along the window to the nearby air conditioning unit. With bare hands, he held onto the protruding edge of the glass frame on the wall and attempted to climb up.
"A Ye!"
Meng Jingwei cried out, her heart pounding with fear, "That's too risky."
The man looked at her and smiled gently, "What, in your heart, is your husband this incompetent?"
Meng Jingwei bit her lip tightly, her hands nervously gripping the glass frame, but she dared not say more.
She watched, with wide eyes, as Qing Muye slowly climbed up the wall.
Although it was early winter, the weather was still cold, with ice everywhere. Even though she trusted Qing Muye's exquisite climbing skills, she had to guard against the slippery ice.
She glanced down at the ground; they were on the twelfth floor.
A single misstep would lead to an eternal abyss.
Looking up, she leaned out and watched him climb. Meng Jingwei could clearly see the strain in Qing Muye's fingers, the veins bulging on the back of his hands.