A kiss, hot and wild, swept through them like a storm. Hours later, the aftermath left the originally tidy bed in disarray.
After their satisfaction, the two held each other. Meng Jingwei leaned against his chest, "A Ye, I saw Yun Shasha get beaten by Sato Nagamune that day. You used to be good brothers, I think this matter should be told to you."
At the mourning hall, Yun Shasha had slapped her, which she remembered clearly.
However, Meng Jingwei had always been clear about grievances. She did not hate Yun Shasha just because Yun Shasha had slapped her.
"Yun Shasha doesn't love Sato Nagamune, but Sato Nagamune has an extraordinary background. She..." Qing Muyie paused and said in a deep voice, "She brought it upon herself."
Earlier, he and Tang Si had taught Sato Nagamune a lesson for beating Yun Shasha and told him to stay away from Yun Shasha. But Yun Shasha later approached Sato Nagamune again.
If she insisted on courting death, they could do nothing.
It was just a pity that no one knew Yun Shasha approached Sato Nagamune solely to provoke Qing Muyie.
Firstly, she wanted to use Sato Nagamune's affection for her to stimulate Qing Muyie, making him aware of his love for her. Secondly, if Qing Muyie truly didn't love her, she might get beaten due to her entanglement with Sato Nagamune, thereby attracting Qing Muyie's attention.
Men liked women who were petite and dependent, and they were naturally irresistibly drawn to protect pitiful women. Yun Shasha fantasized that perhaps only in this way could she "awaken" Qing Muyie's love for her.
However, Yun Shasha lacked self-awareness and did not realize that everything she did was self-deception.
"Rumble—"
Just then, Meng Jingwei's stomach rumbled.
She looked shyly at Qing Muyie and smiled sweetly, "I'm hungry."
"If you're hungry, order something to eat. I'll eat with you," he said.
Meng Jingwei nodded, feeling that she had been immersed in acting recently and had made Antony and others deeply convinced. Therefore, ordering takeout to eat together was understandable.
So, she called the front desk to order late-night snacks.
Before long, the late-night snacks were delivered.
The two got up and sat in the living room. Looking at the table full of a rich late-night meal, Meng Jingwei rested her elbows on the table and looked at Qing Muyie with overflowing affection, "A Ye, when was the last time we ate together?"
Qing Muyie, wearing a bathrobe, sat opposite her. His handsome and unparalleled face was adorned with a clear, refined smile. "It's been a long time."
As he spoke, he picked up a glove and peeled shrimp for Meng Jingwei. "I know you like to eat this. Eat more."
Having not seen Meng Jingwei for some time, seeing her again, she was growing thinner day by day. Qing Muyie saw this and felt heartbroken.
The last time they met was in the woods. In the dark night, he could not see Meng Jingwei's features clearly, nor did he know her weight.
This time, seeing Meng Jingwei under the light, he clearly realized that her facial features were more defined, and she had become so thin that her face was almost gaunt.
"I'm sorry, I made you suffer."
Qing Muyie placed the peeled shrimp on Meng Jingwei's plate, his brows furrowed like ink. Then, he got up, walked to her side, reached out again to cup her cheeks, and made her lean on him. "Suddenly, I realized the plan was too clumsy, and it made you bear too much pain alone. I regret it. Perhaps, I should have faced it head-on."
Feeling the man's guilt and self-blame, Meng Jingwei's red lips curved into a blissful smile. She felt that all her previous efforts were worth it.