Meng Jingwei, holding a fork in one hand and a dessert box in the other, was caught off guard by his sudden kiss.
She froze, her eyes blinking as she gazed at Qing Muy野, who was lost in the moment with his eyes closed before her.
His face, so close, wasn't the pale complexion of a young idol, but rather more mature and masculine.
His skin was excellent, smooth to the point where pores were barely visible. At such close proximity, Meng Jingwei could clearly see the fine down on his face.
Unbeknownst to her, her long, thick eyelashes brushed lightly against his face like a brush, adding fuel to the fire and making Qing Muy野 increasingly unable to control himself.
Meng Jingwei gradually realized Qing Muy野’s breathing had become heavy. She snapped back to reality, "Mmmph mmmph mmmph…"
Whatever she was saying turned into indistinct "mmmph" sounds because Qing Muy野 had sealed her lips.
The man, immersed in passion, came back to his senses. He abruptly opened his beautiful eyes, saw Meng Jingwei shake her head slightly, and then released her lips, pressing her head to his chest. "Sorry."
Since Meng Jingwei was hospitalized for pregnancy preservation, Qing Muy野 had been afraid to share a bed with her, fearing he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Just one kiss had been like a poisoned poppy, making him lose his mind in an instant.
"N-no, it's okay."
Meng Jingwei sensed Qing Muy野’s self-reproach and felt a pang of sympathy for him. "You're like this… are you going to… are you going to suffer?"
She asked a very private question with all seriousness.
The heat that had just subsided in the man’s body flared up again because of her words, his temperature suddenly rising.
He pinched her earlobe between his fingers and said in a deep voice, "Ah Wei wants to help me solve this?"
"Ah?"
Meng Jingwei reacted too intensely. She shot up straight, but her head tilted too high, and she violently bumped into the man's chin.
"Hiss…"
"Ah… that really hurts."
Qing Muy野 reached up to cover his chin, while Meng Jingwei clutched her head with the hand holding the fork. She twisted her small face in pain. "Is your chin that sturdy?"
"If this were semi-permanent, with a bump like that, it would be ruined."
He teased her and reached out to rub her head. "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Of course it hurts."
Meng Jingwei grimaced, gasping for breath.
"If it hurts, eat something sweet. Eat a few more bites and the pain will go away."
"Really?"
"Really."
Seeing his firm assertion, Meng Jingwei, with complete faith, ate two bites of tiramisu, chewed them carefully, and nodded.
It seemed that sweet things could indeed alleviate some pain.
"No wonder when Shu Yao was heartbroken, she either lay down to sleep or asked me to buy her desserts. So desserts really…"
Meng Jingwei trailed off as she spoke, her hand holding the fork suddenly stopping. She looked up, her gaze solemn as she looked at Qing Muy野. "No, no!"
"What's wrong?"
Qing Muy野 sensed her change in expression and became nervous too.
She placed the dessert on the table, not bothering to wipe the crumbs from the corner of her mouth. She grabbed her phone and found Shu Yao's Moments and Weibo, discovering she hadn't posted anything for days.
"Oh no, something's happened to Shu Yao."
Meng Jingwei was very certain that Shu Yao was in danger. "She loves gossip the most. My situation with you has been brewing for a day or two, and she hasn't even called to ask. Also, she usually loves to post updates on her Moments and Weibo."
Because Shu Yao’s Moments were only visible to friends in her group, many people couldn't see her Moments and assumed she didn't have the habit of posting.
"Don't worry, maybe she's just busy," Qing Muy野 tried to comfort Meng Jingwei.