The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling an immense sense of bliss.
Qing Muy野's thin lips parted, and he opened his mouth, asking, "Are you alright?"
Mindful of the person standing at the door, he only moved his lips, not making a sound.
Meng Jingwei understood his unspoken question, shook her head, and made an 'ok' gesture with her hand, signaling him to relax.
Seeing that she was unharmed, Qing Muy野 finally felt at ease.
He swiftly moved to Lu Yanming's side and whispered, "You guard here, I'm going in."
"No problem."
Lu Yanming, with a cigarette clamped between his lips, nodded. His face was extremely pale.
Despite the biting cold of deep winter, a thin layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and his expression was one of unconcealed pain.
Qing Muy野 patted his shoulder and walked into the bedroom.
Across the way, Meng Jingwei saw Qing Muy野 heading into the bedroom and guessed his intention. She immediately said to Shen Liannuo, "In two minutes, help me distract them."
"Go ahead."
Shen Liannuo nodded, unceremoniously pushed Meng Jingwei aside, and appeared to be in a state of exhilaration.
The customs of the Yin Clan were open, and as long as one had a 'gun permit,' anyone could carry a firearm.
Having lived in a place for over twenty years, she was accustomed to such freedom. Who knew how stifled she had felt during her time in Lancheng.
Finally encountering a stimulating situation, Shen Liannuo only wanted to let loose and have fun.
As soon as Meng Jingwei and Qing Muy野 entered the bedroom, Shen Liannuo grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and tossed it towards the left side of the window.
The moment the pillow flew out, several bullets pierced it. The down pillow burst, and the feathers scattered, falling like a flurry of snow in the winter.
Shen Liannuo accurately observed the position of the person above the window, then stood up, tossed another pillow, also aiming towards the upper left. As she dashed away, she used the iron pillar of the floor-to-ceiling window as leverage, leaning out slightly and firing two shots towards the person on the upper left.
"Ah~!"
The person crouching above was hit and, with a scream, fell to the ground.
Shen Liannuo did not linger. After firing, she immediately retracted her neck and hid behind the wall.
The moment she dodged, someone directly above her opened fire. The bullets struck the wall, and the dislodged fragments of stone grazed Shen Liannuo's face, leaving a bloody mark.
"It hurts so much..." She reached up to cover her face, gasping.
Lu Yanming, standing directly opposite, pressed against the wall, scoffed when he saw this. "So reckless."
Seeing him laugh, Shen Liannuo glared at him, raising her gun as if to say: What are you laughing at? Laugh again, and I'll shoot you.
Lu Yanming immediately stopped smiling and shook his head. "Not laughing, not laughing."
Inside the bedroom.
Qing Muy野 held Meng Jingwei's hand and gently stroked her hair with his other hand, saying with immense tenderness, "Are you scared?" His doting gaze was so fervent it almost melted her.
The man's handsome face had shed its usual coldness; instead, every time he saw her, he transformed into a warm man, his gentleness reaching his very core.
Especially his captivating and tender voice; even after hearing it countless times, Meng Jingwei's heart still fluttered.
Meng Jingwei's fair and delicate cheeks were flushed with a sweet smile. "With you here, I'm not scared."
He held her hand, his fingertips caressing the soft, delicate skin of her hand, a gesture filled with longing.
The man's gaze was deep and affectionate. After meeting her eyes for a long moment, the curve of his lips widened. He leaned down, tilted his head, and placed a kiss on her lips.