But what else could be done?
One had to indulge one's woman.
“Apply… apply the medicine?”
Meng Jingwei’s gaze fell on the ointment tube he was holding. She immediately felt embarrassed and guilty. She blinked, forced a smile, and said, “Um… I’m sorry, I’m just… too defensive. Are you okay? Did I kick… kick you anywhere?”
She was concerned.
Where had she kicked him?
Qing Muyue licked his lips as if he had just drawn blood, suppressing the anger in his heart. “Of course… my stomach.”
He had lied.
Did he really expect her to tell her she’d kicked him in the face?
Of course not!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Meng Jingwei instinctively tried to get up and help Qing Muyue, but as she moved, she suddenly felt a chill all over her body. She realized she wasn’t wearing clothes and could only sit on the bed, her innocent eyes fixed on Qing Muyue, as if begging for forgiveness.
Qing Muyue got up and walked to her side. He said to her, “Lie down!”
“No need, I’ll do it myself.”
Meng Jingwei snatched the ointment from Qing Muyue’s hand, hid under the covers, and applied a little of the medicine to herself.
Then, she leaned against the headboard, wrapped herself tightly in the bedding, revealing only her head. She asked him, “Are you really not leaving? Will it not delay your important business later?”
“It’s fine.”
The man, who was fully dressed, unbuttoned his suit with a hint of irritation. He pulled open his suit jacket and put his hands in his pants pockets, his cold face staring expressionlessly at her.
His eyes, deep and thick like the dark night, seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words.
But Meng Jingwei couldn’t read his mind.
She suddenly noticed that his handsome face was a little red. “Your right cheek looks so red. Is it an allergy?”
Qing Muyue: “……”
He didn’t want to admit that it was the mark left by Meng Jingwei’s foot directly kicking his right cheek just now.
It showed how much force she had used.
“Yes, an allergy,”
He replied perfunctorily, unwilling to explain.
“Here, let me see. How can you be allergic?”
Meng Jingwei reached out and tugged at the corner of his suit jacket. The man was forced to move closer to her. Then, she, with her fair arms like lotus roots, grabbed his tie and pulled it down. She then casually put her arms around his neck, tilted her head, and leaned in close to his face, staring intently at his right cheek.
She muttered from time to time, “It’s so strange, why is the allergy only on the right side of your face?”
The man suppressed the anger in his heart and slowly lowered his gaze, not wanting to look directly at Meng Jingwei’s face.
Because he feared that he would be unable to resist and discipline her severely later.
But heaven knew that when he lowered his gaze, he suddenly noticed that the quilt in front of Meng Jingwei had slipped down to her waist at some unknown point.
A surge of blood rushed to his head. He frowned, both angry and helpless, and leaned closer to her ear, saying in a deep voice, “Could it be that I’m not strong enough to satisfy you? So, you’re trying to provoke me again, aren’t you?”
“Ah?”
Meng Jingwei froze for a moment. She pushed Qing Muyue away, and only then did she belatedly realize that the bedding on her body had slipped to her waist at some point, revealing a hint of her bare skin.
She awkwardly pulled the bedding, immediately burrowed into it, and revealed a cute little head. “You’re a pervert. Don’t you know it’s improper to look without permission?”
“Okay, I’ll be careful next time.”
The man pointed to a set of clothes on the bedside table. “Since you’re awake, change your clothes, and I’ll take you down the mountain.”
“Oh, alright.”
She responded, nodding her head. Her beautiful eyes stared at him.
“I told you to change, why are you staring at me?”
Damn it, this woman always provoked him inadvertently. Little did she know, the volcano of self-restraint was about to erupt.
“How can I change if you don’t go out?”
Qing Muyue: “…It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
“That’s not allowed either. You go out!”
He once again shook his head in exasperation, turned his back to her.
Meng Jingwei put on her clothes and went to the bathroom.
She took a shower in the bathroom, did some simple grooming, and then came out.
The two of them left the room, went out through the back door of the old house, and drove down the mountain.
In the car, Qing Muyue was driving.
Meng Jingwei’s stomach rumbled unceremoniously.
She had been almost drained by the bastard, and she was already hungry, starving.
“What do you want to eat?”
The man drove cautiously.
The road was slippery in the snow, and he was carrying Meng Jingwei, so he had to drive with extra care.
“Anything to eat. I just want to eat now, I’m so hungry.”
Speaking of which, Meng Jingwei glared at Qing Muyue indignantly. “Are you a devil? You have so much energy? You almost wore me out.”
As she spoke, she even felt a little wronged.
She had only known the bastard had good stamina before, but last night and this morning truly showed her what good stamina meant.
After all, Meng Jingwei herself was a martial artist, and even she found it a bit much. She couldn't help but wonder, if Qing Muyue had a weak and delicate girlfriend, wouldn't he wear her out in bed?
Qing Muyue saw her anger and vexation and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, I… didn’t restrain myself. Next time, I’ll be mindful.”
“There’s a next time? Hmph, then you’d better not come back when you go abroad.”
She snorted coldly.
Although it was a complaint, it made Qing Muyue reflect. He had been too unrestrained these past two days and hadn’t considered the silly girl’s feelings.
Perhaps it was because they had finally gotten together after so many hardships, so he had expressed the ‘love’ he had kept in his heart in another way.
He hadn't expected it to be too intense and hurt her.
“Sorry.”
He sighed slightly, feeling a pang of guilt.
Seeing this, Meng Jingwei said nothing more.
Forty to fifty minutes later, the car arrived at the outskirts of the city. At a private dining restaurant, Qing Muyue led Meng Jingwei upstairs and into a private room.
“This place is so secluded.”
“It’s a private dining restaurant with good food. I stumbled upon it once.”
“Oh.”
The two of them sat in the private dining restaurant, ordered some dishes, and then Meng Jingwei began to eat heartily at the table.
Her ravenous eating made others feel a bit more appetite.
Qing Muyue sat opposite her, watching her eat, and served her dishes.
By the time Meng Jingwei was full, she put down her chopsticks, exclaiming, “The food is really delicious, I’m stuffed.”
She smiled with satisfaction, and accidentally let out a burp.
Meng Jingwei awkwardly covered her mouth with her hand, looked at him, and smiled shyly.
The man had a gentle smile on his face the entire time, his gaze always affectionately on her, cherishing every moment they spent together.
He took out a tissue, leaned forward slightly, and reached out to wipe the oil from the corner of her mouth.
Meng Jingwei’s body stiffened, and she sat there rigidly, letting Qing Muyue hold the tissue and wipe the oil from her mouth. Her heart felt warm.
So, this was love.
It was truly… incredibly wonderful.
“Aren’t you eating?” Meng Jingwei noticed that Qing Muyue had hardly touched his chopsticks and asked.
“Just watching you eat is enough.”
A casual remark that touched Meng Jingwei deeply for a long time.