Qing Muye was amused by Meng Jingwei.
He turned back and raised an eyebrow, "I'll go prepare lunch for you."
So, he went to the kitchen and called for fresh ingredients to be delivered.
Meanwhile, Meng Jingwei went to the bedroom to chat with Shu Yao.
At noon, the three of them sat down to eat. Shu Yao had no appetite and ate a little before going back to sleep.
Meng Jingwei then curled up on the sofa playing games.
She had been busy lately, staying up late to play games, fearing her skills would become rusty. It would be most terrible if she were to be the only backup player during company competitions.
Qing Muye sat beside her, working on his laptop.
Perhaps because he knew Meng Jingwei would be leaving for Country C the next day, he wanted to spend more time with her today.
That evening, they also stayed at the Ye Se apartment, keeping Shu Yao company.
After washing up, Meng Jingwei lay down on the bed. At that moment, Qing Muye, wearing a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom.
His hair was wet, water trickling down his cheeks and onto his chest.
Under the dim light of the bedroom, the water droplets glistened, accentuating his well-defined, muscular chest, making him even more alluring.
Even with her excellent self-control, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but swallow.
Damn, this man had too good a physique.
Especially his looks, which were so striking they seemed to defy heavenly order, comparable to a demon.
"Does Ah Wei often stare at other men like this?"
Qing Muye walked over, lifted her chin, and teased.
*Slap—*
Meng Jingwei slapped his hand away, "Go sleep on the sofa."
"You're leaving for Country C tomorrow, and there's no telling when you'll be back. Are you going to make me remain celibate like this?"
"Haven't I lived like this for decades before touching you?"
Qing Muye sat on the edge of the bed, his large hand around her neck, and said softly, "Some things are like poppies. Once you taste them, you can never stop."
Of course, this applied only to Meng Jingwei.
He wasn't interested in other women.
Although his words were rather crude, upon closer thought, they seemed to hold a kernel of truth.
"What are you thinking about? Come, help me dry my hair." He curled his fingers and gently tapped her forehead.
Meng Jingwei lazily got up, picked up the hairdryer, had Qing Muye sit at the dressing table, and began to dry his hair.
While drying his hair, Meng Jingwei suddenly said, "I suddenly feel like I'm at a disadvantage being with you."
"What do you mean?"
"Other couples seem to go through periods of passionate pursuit and infatuation. But with you and me, it's like we're an old married couple."
Especially now, standing behind Qing Muye and drying his hair, she suddenly felt as if they had been together for a long time.
"Does Ah Wei want a passionate period?"
Qing Muye looked at her through the mirror on the dressing table and asked.
Meng Jingwei held the hairdryer, tilting her head, thinking carefully.
"Are you trying to burn me to death?"
Qing Muye suddenly exclaimed.
Only then did Meng Jingwei move the hairdryer further away. She reached out and touched his head; the spot that had been exposed to the hot air was very warm.
She asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I am."
"You are? Ah, that serious? Should I call a doctor?"
Meng Jingwei muttered to herself, thinking that it didn't seem like anything serious.
"Ah…"
While she was lost in thought, the hairdryer was suddenly snatched from her hands by Qing Muye. He then scooped her up by the waist and tossed her onto the bed, before pressing down on her.
Because it was cold, Qing Muye pulled up the quilt and leaned down to kiss Meng Jingwei.
"Hey, Qing Muye, don't go too far."
"Not too far, just once."
"Really?"
"Mmm."
"Then don't leave any marks on me. I have to travel tomorrow."
"Okay."
…
What was agreed as once turned into an 'all-night revelry.'
The next day, Meng Jingwei finally woke up around seven or eight in the morning.
Although Qing Muye felt sympathetic seeing how exhausted Meng Jingwei was, he also knew very well that every time they were intimate for a long time, she actually slept more than two hours longer than usual.
Normally, she would sleep until four or five in the morning and wake up after just two hours of sleep. However, after being entangled with him, she would get at least four to five hours of rest each night.
"Qing Muye!!"
Meng Jingwei opened her eyes. It was already daylight outside.
Lying on the bed, she let out a roar like a tigress.
Qing Muye, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, went to the bedroom, "Ah Wei, good morning…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Meng Jingwei threw a pillow directly at his head, "You scoundrel! You promised me just once yesterday, and you lied to me again!"
The man caught the pillow, leaned against the doorframe, and watched her with great interest, "It was once, it's just that… the duration was relatively longer."
Meng Jingwei: "…"
She opened her mouth, finding herself somewhat speechless.
Finally, she took a deep breath, pointed outside, and said weakly, "Get lost, get far away, I don't want to see you."
She was so angry she could almost explode.
This bastard had too much stamina.
"How many hours did you sleep yesterday?" Qing Muye asked a question that Meng Jingwei found quite baffling.
Her chest heaved with anger, but she still grabbed her phone and checked the time, seven fifty. "I slept… almost four hours…"
"And the night before?" he asked again.
Meng Jingwei recalled carefully. The night before, she went to sleep around four in the morning and woke up past eight. "More than four hours."
As Qing Muye said this, Meng Jingwei blinked her eyes, seeming to realize something.
In the past, her sleep time was only about two hours, and she would nap during the day, leaving her in a terrible state.
But these past two days, her sleep quality had been much better than usual.
"What nonsense is this? I must have taken insomnia medication, and it's working. Get out!"
Meng Jingwei pointed outside, telling Qing Muye to leave.
The man smiled indulgently, "Hurry up and wash up, breakfast is ready." He turned and walked out, closing the door.
Seeing him leave, Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, blankly pulling the quilt over her face, "This is too embarrassing. My insomnia, which has lasted so long, is actually being cured effectively in this way? No, no, impossible. Perhaps it's because of the medication."
She comforted herself this way.
After getting up and freshening up, she sat with Qing Muye in the dining room and ate her meal properly.
Shu Yao hadn't gotten up that morning due to her bad mood, so Meng Jingwei didn't call her.
After breakfast, Qing Muye drove Meng Jingwei to her apartment. She packed a few sets of clothes, picked up her suitcase, and set off for Hua Yu Media.
Upon arriving at the company building, Meng Jingwei unbuckled her seatbelt, "I'm going, bye-bye."
"Forgot again?"
The man's handsome face seemed to cloud over slightly.
Meng Jingwei frowned and whispered, "We're at the company entrance, with so many people. What if someone sees…"
Before she could finish speaking, Qing Muye grabbed her collar again, pulled her closer, leaned down, and kissed her lips.
It was a brief, fleeting kiss, and then he immediately let her go.
The possessive yet doting kiss made Meng Jingwei's heart feel incredibly sweet, but she pretended to be displeased and pouted, "Are you always this overbearing?"