Qing Muye held her waist, letting her straddle his lap. He raised his hand to hook her chin, his fingertips gently caressing her skin. With heartfelt sincerity, he confessed, "If I reveal my identity, can I eliminate the 'warblers and swallows' around you?"
"Hey, 'warblers and swallows' refers to women, right?" Meng Jingwei was successfully amused by him.
But she had to admit, Qing Muye's jealous demeanor...
Surprisingly made her find him a little cute.
And... a tiny bit pitiful.
"Don't evade the question," Qing Muye said, applying gentle pressure to her chin with his hand, a hint of punishment in his touch.
"Oh, A Ye, what are you thinking?"
Meng Jingwei was amused by Qing Muye, who seemed to be drowning in a vinegar vat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his neck, nuzzling him. "My heart is only for you. Forget about He Xiaomingjin, or He Kalingchuan. Even if a hundred men stood naked in front of me, they wouldn't be as charming as my husband."
"Is that so?"
"Naturally, it is true."
She straightened up, nodding vigorously.
Meeting his gaze, she felt his anxiety on Qing Muye's face and felt immense tenderness. She leaned forward and initiated a kiss.
The kiss, however, led to an unstoppable momentum.
Qing Muye cupped the back of her head, his lips pressing against hers, gently nibbling and sucking, savoring the sweet softness of her lips. It was like encountering a poppy; he was irresistibly drawn into its depths.
When their breaths grew heavy, Meng Jingwei reached out to pat his chest, intending to push him away, but Qing Muye held her tightly.
Meng Jingwei had no choice but to let him kiss her wantonly, mumbling indistinctly, "A Ye, stop fooling around, someone might see us."
The man's arousal and his noticeable erection exposed his desires.
Meng Jingwei, however, felt shy and nervously glanced around, afraid that Qing Muye might lose control and do something, only to be discovered.
"No. Few people come here. And around here, everyone is mine."
He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice low and hoarse.
Now, Meng Jingwei had no reason to resist.
But...
"I... A Ye, I'm afraid..."
"Silly girl, don't be afraid. I'm here."
"It's because you're here that I'm even more scared... I'm afraid you'll be too wild, and if we're discovered, I won't be able to face anyone."
Her small face flushed, even the roots of her ears turning red.
Qing Muye paused, holding her, and leaned close to her ear, "But... I want to."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Her heart suddenly ached, a pain that threatened to shatter it.
Thinking about Qing Muye's silent, selfless devotion and sacrifices since her identity was revealed, she felt these 'debts' could never be repaid, even in three lifetimes.
If she were to refuse his reasonable marital requests now, it would be truly excessive.
The most important point was that Meng Jingwei couldn't bear to see Qing Muye upset.
How could she bear to see a man who would risk his life for her suffer from such pent-up desire?
"Then... then can we... be quick?"
She bit her rosy lips, her skin as fair as congealed fat glowing with a blush, so tender it seemed about to drip with moisture.
It was precisely this pure appearance that, like a delicate feather, continuously stirred Qing Muye's heart, driving him to the brink of ecstasy.
"Ah Wei, you truly are a captivating little vixen."
Qing Muye, who had always possessed excellent self-control, found himself utterly defenseless against Meng Jingwei.