The sound of the hairdryer was loud, but it didn't affect Meng Jingwei's mood at all. On the contrary, she felt that this moment was truly beautiful and happy. Compared to the heart-wrenching pain she had felt half an hour ago, she was now in a blissful state.
The man held the hairdryer in one hand and stroked her hair with the other, his fingertips gently threading through her strands, each touch conveying unspoken tenderness. Qing Muye discovered that her hair was dark, straight, and astonishingly thick. He dried the back of her head, then her bangs. Afterward, he switched off the hairdryer and set it aside. Qing Muye thoughtfully took a comb and began to style her hair.
Once everything was done, the man leaned in, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her head, gently stroking it. Whispering into her ear, he gazed at their reflections in the mirror, "My A'wei, you are very beautiful."
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips and smiled, a slight blush dusting her fair cheeks. "If you praise me like this, I'll become arrogant."
"I permit you to be arrogant." As he spoke, he cupped her cheek, gently turning her face. Then, he kissed her lips. The kiss was sudden, but Qing Muye had been suppressing his desire for a long time.
In his tender and lingering kiss, Meng Jingwei gradually surrendered, her breathing becoming erratic. The man hugged her waist, pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and pushed her onto the bed, pulling the duvet over them. As Meng Jingwei was wrapped in a bath towel, it loosened and fell as she landed, revealing her magnificent figure.
Qing Muye's eyebrows arched slightly. He reached out and flicked her nose playfully. "Impatient, are we?"
"Scram, I'm not. You didn't prepare clothes for me." She blushed.
"We haven't slept together before, so why are you still so shy?" Her adorable appearance made him feel ticklish.
"Who has a thicker skin than you?"
"I'm only 'shameless' with you." As he finished speaking, Qing Muye kissed her lips again.
"I didn't realize you were such a tease."
"Don't you like it?"
"I like it. I couldn't ask for more." He smiled, content.
Meng Jingwei lay down, exhausted after a long while. "I'm so tired, I don't want any more..."
"You started a fire and now you want to back out?" Qing Muye patted her bottom. "You can't."
...
They were so passionate that they finally fell asleep as the sun rose high in the sky.
Around noon, Meng Jingwei's stomach growled with hunger, and she eventually woke up. She opened her eyes and stretched, only to find Qing Muye lying beside her, a laptop on his lap as he worked. She turned to the side, tilting her head to look at the pleasing man before her.
Before she could speak, Qing Muye said, "Lunch is ready in the kitchen, waiting for you." He then closed his laptop and turned to face Meng Jingwei.
"I don't want to get up." Nestled in the duvet, Meng Jingwei reached out and hugged his waist, rubbing herself against him like a lazy kitten.
"Then I'll have it sent up."
"Forget it, it's too much trouble. I'll get up." Meng Jingwei prepared to get up, but Qing Muye remained still. He couldn't help but say, "You go out, I need to get dressed."
"You've already seen everything, what are you shy about?"
"I... I'm not used to it yet." She clutched the duvet tightly around herself, her small head peeking out, her dark hair casually scattered on the pillow, revealing a face as fair and smooth as a porcelain doll, with red lips and white teeth, beautiful beyond compare. Every smile and frown disturbed Qing Muye's heart.
"I'll wait for you outside." The man lifted the duvet and walked out in his slippers. Watching his retreating back, Meng Jingwei wondered when he had put on clothes.
*Gurgle.* Her stomach rumbled again. Meng Jingwei's hunger was becoming painful. She immediately got up, put on the clothes Qing Muye had prepared by the bed, quickly washed up in the bathroom, and went downstairs.
As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, a fragrant aroma wafted towards her. She quickened her pace to the dining room. "What delicious food have you prepared?"
"Everything you love to eat." Qing Muye stood in the dining room. Seeing her approach, he stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her forehead. Meng Jingwei pushed him away dismissively. "Go away, I'm so hungry."
Originally, he intended to pull out a chair for Meng Jingwei to sit and eat, but the stubborn woman pushed him away and went straight to the dining table, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat ravenously. She looked as if she hadn't eaten for three to five days. Of course, Qing Muye didn't find her unappealing; instead, he felt heartache watching her.
Everything that happened yesterday was entirely beyond his expectations. He hadn't imagined that Meng Jingwei would do so much for him. She jumped into the sea alone and swam several hundred meters, unfazed by the dangers. Facing Xiao Cheng, she was brave and fearless, reacting with swiftness that earned his admiration. He had heard all this from Song Ci, yet he could still feel the tension of the moment.
Qing Muye silently marveled at his good fortune, counting himself lucky to have met such a treasure of a girl. He sat down opposite her and used his chopsticks to pick up food for Meng Jingwei. "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."
"I'm hungry. I didn't eat much yesterday and then worked all night. I'm starving." Meng Jingwei said while chewing her rice.
"Still, eat slowly, don't choke." Qing Muye put down his chopsticks and picked up a prawn to peel for her.
After a while, Meng Jingwei's hunger subsided. She slowed down her eating pace. "You eat too." She picked up a piece of meat and placed it in his bowl, tilting her head to examine Qing Muye. "You've lost weight."
"Same as usual. But you, you should eat more."
"If I eat too much, I'm afraid you won't be able to carry me."
"If a man can't carry his own woman, it only shows his incompetence."
"Ugh, I never realized you could be so eloquent before." Meng Jingwei smiled radiantly.
Suddenly, remembering something, she sobered up and said seriously, "You promised me that you would discuss everything with me in the future. Qing Muye, listen carefully, if you ever hide anything from me again, I will never forgive you."
"Just because you think something is good for me doesn't mean it is. What I want is sincerity, sharing both blessings and hardships."
"Do you understand?"
The man opposite her calmly ate his rice, nodding slightly. "Mmm."
Such a perfunctory answer.
"You..." Meng Jingwei, seeing his dismissive response, was about to get angry. But then she thought about all he had done for her and couldn't bring herself to be upset.
"So, are you still not going to tell me the truth?" After finishing the last bite of rice in her bowl, Meng Jingwei put down her chopsticks, took a napkin to wipe her mouth, and then gazed intently at him, awaiting his answer.