They had shared a cross-cupped wine on the wedding stage, but it wasn't their private, intimate moment.
A small gesture, and Meng Jingwei was deeply touched.
True character is revealed in small actions.
Meng Jingwei saw and remembered every detail that showed his love for her.
Qing Muye raised his wrist, looped it around hers, and together they held their glasses of red wine, gazing at each other with deep affection, smiling, their love overflowing.
They drained their half-filled glasses in one go.
After drinking, Qing Muye frowned, "Why is the wine bitter?"
"Bitter?"
Meng Jingwei blinked, looking at Qing Muye, then at her own glass, "Mine isn't bitter."
"But my wine is quite bitter. Perhaps there's something wrong with the wine."
"Something wrong with the wine?"
"Yes, taste it if you don't believe me," he suggested.
"Okay, I'll taste it."
Meng Jingwei, whose heart was pounding with anxiety, immediately reached for the wine bottle. However, before her hand could even touch it, Qing Muye pulled her into his arms, "We drank from the same cup of wine. Mine is bitter, yours isn't, so it must be me that's wrong. You should taste me instead."
Caught off guard, the man kissed her.
But Meng Jingwei, still foolishly, gently sipped and savored. Her willow brows furrowed slightly, and she pushed him away, "There's no bitterness."
Her expression was serious and earnestly curious, which made Qing Muye chuckle, "Awei, has anyone ever told you that you're... adorably silly?"
Perhaps Meng Jingwei's serious and puzzled expression was indeed too cute, Qing Muye couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her fair, tender cheeks, which were as plump as a baby's.
Meng Jingwei, suddenly realizing the truth, wore a mortified expression, "Qing Muye, you've gone too far!"
"This is too far?"
He swept her into his arms with his long arm, leaned down, and whispered into her ear, "When you cried in bed, you never said I went too far."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
What was that even about?
How did they suddenly veer into such territory?
Qing Muye's deep breaths released a faint, warm mist, caressing the hair by her ear. A few playful strands tickled her ear and neck, making her feel restless.
Her breathing inexplicably deepened, she swallowed, and her cheeks flushed with shyness.
The man took in her expression with a wicked smile, "My dear Awei, I've been away for a while. Are you 'famished'?"
"No... no way."
Meng Jingwei chided him, "Who else thinks like you, with a mind full of dirty, useless thoughts?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. Such an intimate embrace filled the air with sweetness.
"Humans have seven emotions and six desires. How can they be called 'dirty, useless thoughts'? If there were no 'desires,' they wouldn't be called seven emotions and six desires. One could say they are pure-hearted and abstinent."
Qing Muye reached out and flicked her nose, "Are you trying to send me off to become a monk?"
Only monks are free from worldly desires and practice abstinence.
"You're twisting words."
Meng Jingwei listened to Qing Muye's smooth talk, unable to hide the deep sweetness on her face, and added, "It actually makes some sense."
"Naturally."
As he finished speaking, Qing Muye bent down, scooped her up into a princess carry, and took her into the bedroom, "I don't know if my Awei is hungry, but I am truly 'hungry'."
"A Ye~~"
Seeing Qing Muye's intention, Meng Jingwei faltered a little. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kicked her legs, struggling, "Maybe not..."
"Not what?"
He leaned down and gently placed her on the bed, then reached out mischievously to pinch her chin, "Hmm?"