He had never eaten like this before, but Qing Muyue knew Meng Jingwei liked it, so he had inquired about these things beforehand.
"Okay, that's great."
Meng Jingwei was extremely happy.
So the two of them got busy in the room, starting the fire. Not long after, Song Jun arrived.
He knocked on the door, "Mr. Qing?"
"Come in."
Hearing the command, Song Jun walked in holding a thermos. The first thing he saw was Meng Jingwei sitting in the large room, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
His scrutinizing gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.
This...
Didn't the two of them always ignore each other? What was the situation now?
"What are you standing around for? Come over and roast something." Qing Muyue commanded.
Song Jun finally understood that he was just a tool and had come to work. "Oh, okay."
He immediately walked forward, put down his things, then turned back, got a grill, sat in front of the large brazier, and started grilling and warming wine.
Meng Jingwei sat to the side, glanced around, and saw that the two windows on the west side were open. Only then did she feel relieved, otherwise, she would have been poisoned by carbon monoxide.
Qing Muyue bought the best quality charcoal, which burned for a long time and produced very little smoke.
At this moment, Qing Muyue got up and walked out. Song Jun seized the opportunity to ask Meng Jingwei, "Miss Meng, have you and my boss made up?"
"Made up what? Haven't we always been fine?"
"Have we? You guys didn't acknowledge each other before." Song Jun said seriously.
Meng Jingwei felt it was necessary to remind Song Jun, so she said to him, "It's best not to let others know about me and Qing Muyue. Especially you, keep your mouth shut."
"What do you mean?"
Song Jun suddenly caught a strange scent. He narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up Meng Jingwei, then his eyes widened, and he nodded as if he had just realized something. "Oh, I get it. Are you dating my boss?"
"It's just a trial. If we don't get along, it won't count." Meng Jingwei didn't hide anything.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is new. I didn't expect my boss to have a trial period, hahaha..." Song Jun laughed heartily.
Not long after, Qing Muyue returned, holding a fluffy hot water bottle. He walked to her side and handed it to her, "Warm your hands."
"There's fire here, why do you need a hot water bottle?"
Meng Jingwei mumbled, but still took the Pokemon hot water bottle from Qing Muyue's hand. It was super cute and very comfortable and fluffy. "Is this considered... a gift for me?"
"Mm," he nodded.
Song Jun, who was leaning against the grill, smacked his lips and shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk... Mr. Qing, after finally confessing to Miss Meng, you only give her a hand warmer? Isn't that too low-class... Ouch."
Before he could finish his sentence, Qing Muyue slapped him on the head. "Grill your skewers. If they're not tasty, you'll grill all night."
"Mr. Qing, you'd better be gentle with me, after all, you're still in your trial period. Excessive violence, be careful you get fired during your trial period."
Song Jun said with full confidence, relying on Meng Jingwei's presence.
"You've gotten bold, daring to threaten me?" The man's handsome face held a hint of coldness.
Song Jun shrunk his neck and said with great desire to survive, "No, no, no, I wouldn't dare."
Meng Jingwei on the side was amused.
Then, the three of them sat by the brazier, eating skewers, drinking, and chatting.
Perhaps because the skewers Song Jun brought were pre-marinated, they all tasted quite good.
After eating and drinking their fill, it was still past three in the morning.
Qing Muyue walked Meng Jingwei back to her room. Meng Jingwei secretly waved at him and whispered, "Bye-bye."
Her sneaky, timid look was extremely cute.
Just as she was about to close the door, Qing Muyue quickly entered the room and closed the door.
"Hey, what are you coming in here for?"
Meng Jingwei thought Qing Muyue must be crazy. They had agreed to be low-key and discreet, yet he showed up so ostentatiously in her room. Wouldn't it be disastrous if they were discovered?
"I want to sleep with you," he said directly, taking her hand.
Meng Jingwei immediately pointed at him, "This is a violation of the three-chapter agreement we just made."
"Precisely because I agreed to the three-chapter agreement, I want to cherish today. Because, I don't know when we'll see each other again."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going on a business trip abroad tomorrow, and I'll be away from the country for a long time."
"Ah? A long time? Won't you be back for New Year?"
She had just agreed to try dating him, but Qing Muyue suddenly said he would be away from the country for a long time. The sense of security she had just gained vanished, and she unexpectedly felt a pang of reluctance.
"I probably won't be back," he said.
Meng Jingwei drooped her little face, her red lips parted, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped.
Then the man pulled her, shamelessly occupied her bed, and dragged the woman who was standing on the bed unwilling to lie down into the covers. "Don't worry, I just want to hug you."
Meng Jingwei tumbled onto the bed and saw the man lift the quilt, wrap her in it, and hold her in his arms.
He leaned on the bed, stroking her hair with one hand. "It's late, go to sleep."
Qing Muyue did indeed want to hold her, but he also wanted to know the severity of her insomnia at the moment.
"Oh."
Meng Jingwei didn't speak. She rested her head on his arm, still wearing her clothes, leaning against his chest. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Originally, Meng Jingwei thought she would resist close physical contact with Qing Muyue.
But the reality proved otherwise.
Not only did she not resist, but she also found the feeling exceptionally subtle and made her heart race.
The man's unique sunny scent lingered in her nostrils, allowing her to enjoy it greedily, and she felt incredibly secure.
"Don't overthink, get some sleep quickly."
Qing Muyue seemed to know she wasn't asleep. He gently patted her waist with the hand he was holding, coaxing her like a child.
The room fell silent. In the dim bedroom, only the piercing cold wind outside could be heard, moaning like weeping.
Meng Jingwei maintained a posture, not daring to move, for fear of being taken advantage of by the man.
After all, they had been intimate so many times, so it was even easier to lose her guard.
However, it seemed that fate was deliberately playing tricks on Meng Jingwei.
Sleeping fully clothed was already uncomfortable, and she had been keeping her body stiff in one position without moving. After a while, her limbs became numb.
Meng Jingwei couldn't bear it any longer. She suddenly bent her straightened legs, wanting to curl up like a shrimp to sleep, but accidentally bumped into Qing Muyue. She heard him gasp, "Mmm," and the hand holding her waist tightened slightly.
The woman's face instantly flushed, and she instinctively wanted to struggle to get up, but found herself tightly held by the man, unable to break free at all.