Meng Jingwei leaned against the door, her eyes wide as she looked at him. "Hehe, I... what does this have to do with me?"
Not daring to meet Qing Muye's gaze, she guiltily turned her head away.
This was really overwhelming!
One He Kalingchuan had already caused her a great deal of trouble, and now another He Xiaomingjin had appeared. Meng Jingwei truly felt she had no capacity to handle it all.
"How does it have nothing to do with you?"
He leaned down, his forehead touching hers.
The man's sudden closeness brought an overwhelming sense of pressure, and Meng Jingwei's breathing even skipped a beat.
With a strong survival instinct, she shook her head. "Me liking them is their business, but I only like you."
She looked up, her bright eyes meeting his. Her sincere gaze was truly convincing.
Qing Muye raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is this considered a confession to me?"
A small joy sparked in his heart.
"No," she shook her head without hesitation.
"Why?"
"I've liked you for a long time, you already know that. Otherwise, why would I have married you? So, I'm just stating a fact, not confessing."
Meng Jingwei explained matter-of-factly, causing Qing Muye to purse his lips and smile. "Is there a difference?"
"Of course, there is. It's a fundamental difference."
"So, you're trying to tell me that you liked me a long time ago, but you don't like me anymore?"
Facing a barrage of questions, Meng Jingwei felt that Qing Muye was digging a trap for her.
"Not exactly. You are now the daddy of my two darlings. We are a family, relatives."
"Only familial love, no romantic love?"
"Is there a difference?" This time, it was Meng Jingwei's turn to ask.
Qing Muye's expression immediately darkened. The hand around her waist squeezed her waist. "Don't tell me you don't love me anymore and want to switch your affections. It seems I haven't been performing well lately..."
He let his voice trail off, then directly picked up Meng Jingwei. With his other hand, he deftly locked the door, turned, walked to the bed, and gently placed her down before leaning over her.
"Hey, don't mess around. They're all here. If we're discovered, we're doomed."
Meng Jingwei reminded him, urging him to calm down.
"I don't care. My wife is about to be lost, so it doesn't matter if we're discovered." Qing Muye pulled the quilt over them, wrapping them both up.
What followed was his fervent kissing, a passionate embrace that made them lose themselves in the moment.
However, Meng Jingwei's mind was occupied by Qing Muye's earlier words: "I don't care. My wife is about to be lost, so it doesn't matter if we're discovered."
For some reason, these words did not fit Qing Muye's usual style of speaking, yet he had said them, making her find him inexplicably endearing.
It was hard to imagine the word "endearing" being used for Qing Muye.
With this thought, her heart fluttered, and she actively wrapped her arms around Qing Muye's neck, kissing him back.
Inside the quilt, the temperature rose sharply, and their breathing grew rapid.
At some point, when Meng Jingwei regained her senses, they were both completely undressed.
Knock, knock, knock—
Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted their intimate moment.
Meng Jingwei, who had been lost in a cloud of ecstasy, found herself abruptly pulled back to reality by the knocking.
"Who is it?"
Enduring the physical discomfort, Meng Jingwei cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible.
"Jingwei, it's me."
Her gentle voice immediately identified He Xiaolanya.
Her lips curved slightly. She glanced at the man hovering over her, shook her head, feeling both shy and helpless.
"What is it?" she asked again.
Qing Muye held her gently, not daring to move or make a sound, fearing that the person outside would discover their shameful actions.