"Life is just like this."
Qing Muye raised his hand and covered her head, stroking her dark hair to comfort her.
Meng Jingwei tilted her head, met his gaze, and smiled knowingly.
The two drove to the community where Yun Shasha lived. After parking the car, Qing Muye led Meng Jingwei into the building's elevator as if he were very familiar with it.
Standing in the elevator, Meng Jingwei watched Qing Muye reach out and press the button for the 16th floor.
Her fair, delicate cheeks, like fine mutton-fat jade, showed a hint of complexity. She raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, "So familiar..."
Tilting her head slightly, her gaze fell on Qing Muye with a hidden meaning.
With just a glance, Qing Muye understood the implication of her words. He stretched out his arm, pulled her into his embrace, hooked her chin with one hand, and smiled, "Is my little girl jealous?"
"Hmph, I don't get jealous. I like sweet things."
Meng Jingwei batted away his hand and gave him a playful glare, chiding him.
As her words fell, Qing Muye suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips.
Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Meng Jingwei was stunned. Before she could react, Qing Muye had already straightened up and let her go.
Ding—
The elevator door opened.
Interrupting Meng Jingwei's desire to retort, the two walked out of the elevator, their hands instinctively clasped, fingers intertwined.
Though a casual gesture, it was filled with such unspoken understanding.
Meng Jingwei walked ahead, standing in the corridor, and looked around, "Which way?"
"Left, the one at the end."
Qing Muye pointed in a direction for her.
Following the direction he indicated, she walked in front, holding his hand.
The man followed behind her, looking at the back of the little woman, his gaze then drifting to their intertwined hands.
Even though it was the height of summer, her slender, jade-like fingers were slightly cool, interlacing with his warm ones. The blend of ice and fire made everything feel beautiful.
Qing Muye gently rubbed his index finger on the back of her hand, feeling the soft, smooth, tender skin.
Even such a small gesture made him unconsciously smile.
Perhaps, this was love.