Thump, thump—
Her heart pounded. Kissing in this environment made Meng Jingwei feel nervous and excited, as if there was a constant sense of being caught.
She didn't struggle, allowing the man to kiss her passionately.
Her nostrils filled with the unique scent of Qing Muye, which captivated her.
After two minutes of kissing, Qing Muye finally released her. Seeing her shy expression, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Your face is so red, aren't you afraid He Xiaomingjin will notice later?"
Meng Jingwei panicked, covering her face with both hands. "My face is very red?"
"What, after so many kisses, you're still shy?"
"Who's shy? It's just that you kissed too fiercely, and I couldn't catch my breath."
"That's because you're too slow, don't shift the blame." Qing Muye gently flicked her forehead. "There are no surveillance cameras in the room, so you don't need to be so nervous. I'm not going to eat you."
Creak—
Suddenly, the study door was pushed open, and He Xiaomingjin walked in carrying coffee.
He had expected to catch them laughing and playing or slacking off, but instead, he found them sitting upright, diligently memorizing words.
He paused, feeling like he had judged them with a narrow mind.
Closing the door, He Xiaomingjin walked to his seat, leaning lazily against the executive chair to read, listening to them recite words.
However, he didn't notice that Meng Jingwei's left hand was under the table, and Qing Muye's left hand was also under the table…
His hand restlessly toyed with her fingers, playing with her soft digits with great enjoyment.
Facing He Xiaomingjin's surveillance, Qing Muye was audacious. Meng Jingwei struggled a little, but finding she couldn't break free from his grip, she could only let him hold her hand tightly.
"Start writing after you've memorized them. Words require extensive reading and writing to consolidate and deepen memory. Otherwise, you'll never learn them," He Xiaomingjin said lazily.
He seemed to have little patience for them, his gaze towards Qing Muye even carrying a hint of disgust.
The two picked up their notebooks and began to diligently read and write words.
Before coming to the Hidden Tribe, Qing Muye had intensified his studies. Through this vigorous learning, he mastered the Hidden Language in six months.
No one knew the price he paid, merely assuming he had a great, even extraordinary, talent for languages.
"Understood."
"Okay."
The two obediently took their pens and notebooks, seriously writing words.
He Xiaomingjin, tired of sitting in the executive chair, adjusted the backrest downwards, allowing him to recline. The executive chair instantly transformed into a lounge chair.
He lay back, used his book to cover his face, and drifted into a deep sleep.
The two, who were writing words, stopped as they heard steady breathing.
They put down their pens, looked up at the sleeping He Xiaomingjin, and exchanged a smile.
Qing Muye mischievously raised his hand, cupped Meng Jingwei's chin, and leaned in, planting a passionate kiss on her lips.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei stiffened, her pupils widening in alarm, afraid that Qing Muye's actions would be discovered by He Xiaomingjin.
She struggled, her peripheral vision constantly scanning He Xiaomingjin, feeling her heart nearly leap out of her chest.
Pushing Qing Muye away, she held her book in front of her face, turned her head, and glared at him, lowering her voice. "Are you crazy? If he finds out, we're finished."
"Don't worry, he won't wake up anytime soon," Qing Muye replied calmly and composedly.
Meng Jingwei was very surprised. "He won't wake up anytime soon? Why?"
"I added a little 'something' to his coffee earlier."
Even without Qing Muye saying it, Meng Jingwei could guess what that something was.