Meng Jingwei turned on the shaver, which buzzed loudly, its sound exceptionally clear in the quiet ward.
Her slender fingers gripped the shaver as she leaned closer to Qing Muye, diligently shaving his beard.
Looking at the woman before him, the faint, pleasant scent she exuded filling his nostrils, everything felt as though they were back in Lancheng, during the time they first met and cherished each other, a time of unparalleled beauty.
As Meng Jingwei leaned forward slightly, a strand of hair playfully fell from her forehead, adding a touch of messy charm to her cool, serene face.
Qing Muye’s heart raced, and he suppressed the urge to pull her into his embrace. He merely raised his hand, his long fingers gently lifting that strand of dark hair from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear.
Meng Jingwei’s shaving motion paused slightly. She raised her eyelids, her beautiful eyes meeting his.
In that simple gaze, they could feel the intense love within each other's hearts.
Then, they smiled at each other, a blissful atmosphere permeating the room, lingering all around, refusing to dissipate.
At this moment, it inexplicably felt like a time of tranquil beauty.
"All done."
After finishing the shave, Meng Jingwei put away the shaver and sat up straight, looking at Qing Muye. "My husband is so handsome."
She complimented him sincerely.
"Is that so?"
Qing Muye raised an eyebrow, seeming to find her words somewhat perfunctory.
"Of course."
"Prove it to me."
"How do I prove it?" Meng Jingwei asked in return.
Qing Muye took the shaver from her hand and placed it on the table. He then pulled her waist towards him, drawing her into his embrace, and kissed her red lips with unrestrained passion.
Her lips were soft and sweet, like delicious candy, making him a little infatuated. He gently suckled them, reluctant to let go.
As they became fully immersed, his breathing gradually grew heavy.
Meng Jingwei sensed the anomaly in his body and quickly pushed him away. "A Ye, you're still injured. Your health is important."
If she didn't stop him, she didn't know what astonishing actions he might take with his injury.
His large hand cupped the back of her neck, his voice turning low and hoarse. "A Wei, I want you."
Meng Jingwei smiled helplessly, reaching out and gently poking his wound. "Please, does it not hurt here anymore?"
"It hurts."
"If it hurts, why don't you restrain yourself?"
"No matter how much it hurts, it can't compare to my desire for you," he said, unable to help but smile. He took her hand, gently kneading her fingers, and sighed, "Since meeting you, my self-control has become very poor. What kind of magic do you possess that makes me so infatuated?"
"I guess..."
Meng Jingwei deliberately elongated her tone, tilted her head in thought, and then suddenly leaned close to his face, a playful and cute smile appearing on her lips. "It must be your true nature showing."
"Oh?"
The man raised an eyebrow, suddenly pulling her, flipping her over, and pinning her beneath him. "Now I'll let you know what it means for my true nature to show."
She felt a dizzying sensation, and when her vision cleared, she was already lying on the bed.
Meng Jingwei shook her head. "Don't mess around, your health is important."
"This is all thanks to Mrs. Qing showing mercy. The wound isn't deep; it's nothing."
Today, in front of everyone, he had merely been putting on a show with Meng Jingwei, feigning serious injury.
Later, to avoid suspicion, he had been transferred to another hospital.
This hospital had doctors who were part of his people, making him feel more at ease and confident.
Meng Jingwei couldn't bear to refuse any longer and wholeheartedly reciprocated his affections.
Before long, sounds that brought blushes to the face filled the room, a scene of intimacy, the joy of the bedchamber, intoxicating.
An hour later, Qing Muye held Meng Jingwei tightly, his large palm caressing her flushed cheek, and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. "If only you could stay longer, I wouldn't be willing to let you go so easily."