Meng Jingwei had already prepared for the worst, not wanting Qing Muyye to die for her.
"Can't you think of the best outcome? What, you don't believe in my strength?" The man squeezed her flawless skin, teasingly.
"I believe in you, but... there's always someone better. We still don't know how Old Chen Tou and the others sealed Li Yun'er's memory. We can only find out the true power of the Hidden Clan's secret arts when we see Li Yun'er on the day of the Hunting Ceremony."
Meng Jingwei was worried. "A Ye, I want to go back to Lancheng. I miss my parents, I miss our children, and I miss Nightfall Apartment."
Only in Lancheng was her true home.
All her relatives were in Lancheng, but forced to come to the Hidden Clan, Meng Jingwei lived in fear and felt exhausted every day.
"Then rest well. At most, we can leave the Hidden Clan in a month. You can treat it as a trip. Because we will always go back."
He clasped Meng Jingwei's shoulders, looked down at her, and then kissed her lips. "A Wei, I miss you."
The brief kiss seemed to possess a powerful magic, causing Meng Jingwei to gradually forget her troubles and succumb to his passion.
Hysterical madness, lost in each other's embrace.
No matter what it was, the two of them approached it with utter dedication. Even making love, they were fully committed.
Perhaps, this was their attitude towards love.
...
The next day.
Meng Jingwei woke up early. Qing Muyye had not left; he had stayed with her until dawn.
This was the first time since coming to the Hidden Clan that she saw Qing Muyye stay in her room until morning.
Opening her sleepy eyes, the first thing she saw was Qing Muyye's breathtakingly handsome face, the one she longed for day and night.
"When did you take off your makeup? You're still here, aren't you afraid they'll find out when they return?" Meng Jingwei told him to leave, but her hands were already around his strong waist, and she kissed his lips greedily.
The man rested on his elbow, propping his head, gazing silently at the woman in his arms, savoring the beautiful morning, savoring their life as a married couple.
Who would have thought that the woman would proactively kiss him as soon as she woke up?
Qing Muyye's handsome face bloomed into a faint smile, and the dark pupils gradually ignited with a fiery passion.
He wrapped his lean arms around her waist, leaned in, and kissed her back, his teeth gently nibbling her red lips. "Don't you know you shouldn't stir things up in the morning?"
He had been very restrained, but he couldn't resist her advances.
Meng Jingwei regained her senses, pushed against his chest with her hands, and shook her head. "No. Old Chen Tou and the others are already awake. It wouldn't be good if they found out later."
"What are you afraid of? We're legally married. Do we have to sneak around to make love?"
Their identities had been revealed, and Qing Muyye was becoming increasingly brazen.
Meng Jingwei was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
She tilted her head to look out the window, listening to the cuckoo's call, watching the morning sun paint the earth with golden red, a large tree outside bathed in the crimson glow.
What a beautiful morning, giving a false impression of peaceful, tranquil times.
*Slap!*
A sudden slap landed on her behind, and Meng Jingwei yelped in pain, her brows furrowed. "Why did you hit me?"
"It's your punishment! You're distracted when you're with me, so who else would I hit!"
See, how utterly presumptuous.
He hit her and then acted as if he were in the right.
Meng Jingwei, annoyed, raised her hand and slapped him as well.
However, Qing Muyye gave her no chance. He grabbed her wrist, pinned it on the bed, and smiled roguishly, "A Wei, are you provoking me?"
"It's because you hit me."
"It seems I didn't hit hard enough. I need to 'punish' you in a different way to make you remember."