"It hurts."
Qing Muye said.
"A lot?"
"A lot!"
"Is it serious? Do you need me to call 120?"
Meng Jingwei was startled by Qing Muye and was worried but dared not move.
Meng Jingwei was too worried about Qing Muye's condition, or perhaps her sudden actions had caused her brain to freeze, leading her to say something outrageously inappropriate without thinking.
Before she could react, Qing Muye responded with a serious tone, "Then, I'll take it off."
"Take..."
Meng Jingwei's mind went blank. She immediately realized what he meant and said, "Qing Muye, you… you’re being a pervert."
The man chuckled softly, leaned down, and sealed her lips with a kiss.
"Qing Muye, are you crazy? This… this is Grandma's house…"
Meng Jingwei felt like she was going insane, filled with anger and exasperation, "Liar… what happened to the agreement of three chapters?"
"You said the three chapters within the three-month period, so… it's fine if we start tomorrow."
Meng Jingwei: "...Qing Muye, you have no shame."
"You ignited the fire first. If you don't help extinguish it, do you want me to find someone else?"
"You…"
She was speechless for a moment. The man kissed her forehead, "Silly girl, I will take responsibility for you. Don't say seven years, even ten years, I'm willing to wait for you."
That sentence was a promise, and even more so, it was his vow to her.
In the darkness, she could hear the man's heavy breathing, and his words echoed in her mind, making her already turbulent heart beat even faster.
Meng Jingwei had expected to calm down after the passionate encounter, and so would he.
However, the reality was quite different.
Love was like dry grass in autumn; once ignited, it would burn uncontrollably.
But suddenly, her shoulder hurt. The man gently bit her shoulder and then said to her, "Silly girl, from today onwards, you belong to me, Qing Muye. This is the mark I leave."
"Hiss, that hurt so much."
Meng Jingwei gasped and snorted with displeasure, "Why should it be like that? I want to leave my mark on you too. From now on, if you dare to have anything to do with another woman besides me, I’ll cripple you!"
Saying that, she pounced on his shoulder and bit down hard, leaving an imprint.
The pain was insignificant to Qing Muye, but he was filled with joy.
Because Qing Muye knew that from this moment on, it meant she had accepted him.
What three-month adaptation period?
It was all invalidated!
"Okay, I promise."
Qing Muye readily agreed.
The next day.
Meng Jingwei slept until late morning. When she woke up, Qing Muye was nowhere to be found.
She suddenly remembered that Shu Yao might come into the room at any moment. She felt her body and saw she was still clothed, which finally put her worried heart at ease. She secretly let out a sigh of relief.
There was no longer that sticky feeling on the bed or her body, which meant Qing Muye had cleaned everything up for her before leaving.
Thinking of this, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but smile.
But when she thought about the craziness between her and Qing Muye last night, Meng Jingwei slapped her forehead, "Damn it, beauty is a curse."
She had promised Qing Muye a three-month trial period, but she had ended up sleeping with him so carelessly.
She was filled with remorse and kicked her legs on the bed, hugging the quilt and snorting coldly.
Speaking of which, it had been more than half a year since their last passionate encounter.
During this period, Qing Muye had spent a lot of time with her and had many opportunities to forcefully take her, but he had always restrained himself.
Only yesterday, when she agreed to be with him, he had unceremoniously 'eaten and wiped clean'.
Knock, knock, knock—
Someone knocked on the door from outside.
"Who?"
Meng Jingwei called out.
"Me."
Qing Muye replied and pushed the door open to enter.
"What are you doing here? It’ll be bad if Shu Yao and the others find out," Meng Jingwei muttered and said, "Hurry and leave."
The man smiled charmingly, "I had Song Jun and the others drive away both your car and mine and informed her that you had an emergency. Shu Yao and Uncle Seven left after breakfast."
He locked the door, walked to Meng Jingwei's bedside, and sat down. Seeing the blush on the little woman's face, he couldn't help but pinch her cheek, "Good morning, silly girl."
"Good morning my foot, don't touch me."
Meng Jingwei slapped his hand away and said angrily, "Qing Muye, you scoundrel. You broke your promise, you're too much."
She pursed her lips, glared at him indignantly, her face full of resentment.
The man casually lay down on the edge of the bed, resting his elbow on the bed to support his head. His handsome face was filled with a smile, and he reached out to tap her nose, teasingly, "You were the one begging last night. Why are you blaming me for bullying you now? Hmm?"
"You…"
"Qing Muye, you… you… shameless!"
She pulled the quilt over her head, snorted haughtily, and ignored him.
"Mm, whatever Ah Wei says is right."
"Qing Muye, you… get out!"
Meng Jingwei was so embarrassed by his few words that she wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it.
It was too, too shameful.
"Then I'll leave. I've booked a flight for three hours from now," he said seriously, his smile fading.
Hearing that he was leaving, Meng Jingwei finally pulled the quilt away from her head. Looking at the man so close to her, she felt a pang of reluctance.