"No, I don't dare anymore…"
Meng Jingwei shook her head like a rattle drum, pursed her lips, and her wronged expression made Qing Muye's heart itch.
He was used to seeing Meng Jingwei's calm and wise side. How could he have seen her acting coquettish and alluring like a little enchantress?
Qing Muye met her gaze for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her lips.
The kiss was wild and passionate, releasing the strong longing of the past two days.
"Mmm…"
After the passionate kiss, Meng Jingwei's heart raced. She felt a heat spread through her body, and the primal desire for love hidden within her surged forth.
But she still restrained herself.
"Don't, don't do this." Meng Jingwei whispered into his ear, "Let's go home first…"
Her voice was soft and carried a hint of pleading.
As they were close, a fire blazed between them, the heat almost engulfing Qing Muye.
He placed her hand on "Brother Qing" and asked in a magnetic, husky, and sexy voice, "Have you considered her feelings?"
That damned woman, every time she lit the fire, she wanted to run.
The hard sensation made Meng Jingwei's cheeks flush with a blush. She half-closed her eyes shyly, not daring to look directly at Qing Muye.
"Shen… Shen Liannuo is in the hospital. We should go see her."
Meng Jingwei murmured softly.
Even though she had been married to Qing Muye for a long time, she still couldn't get used to such "intimate contact." Her shyness made her look like a young girl experiencing her first crush.
But her most unintentional actions were a fatal temptation to Qing Muye, making him feel like he was burning all over.
"I can let you off, but you have to 'feed' him until he's satisfied."
Qing Muye's cheek brushed against the skin of her neck. The hot breath he exhaled stirred her hair, lightly tickling her skin and making her feel incredibly sensitive, almost driving Meng Jingwei mad.
"Shameless…"
Meng Jingwei pouted and glared at him.
"What did you say? Hmm?" The word 'hmm' was drawn out, carrying a very obvious warning.
His posture suggested that if Meng Jingwei didn't agree, he would make her experience the unique pleasure of a passionate encounter in the car that day.
Just thinking about Song Ci still driving, Meng Jingwei's face turned even redder, and she had no choice but to surrender.
"Alright."
She agreed reluctantly, her unhappy tone sounding like that of a wronged little wife.
Then, she "helped" Qing Muye to the best of her ability.
But perhaps because of her lying position, or perhaps because he didn't get "satisfied," Qing Muye eventually sat up and pulled Meng Jingwei onto his lap…
People's Hospital.
After arriving at the underground parking lot of People's Hospital, Song Ci remained in the car and did not get out.
Qing Muye held Meng Jingwei's hand as they got out of the car, but Meng Jingwei's steps were somewhat unsteady and weak.
Seeing her like this, the man couldn't help but chuckle, "Do you want me to carry you?"
Meng Jingwei gave him a fierce sidelong glance. "Who needs you, you liar."
He had promised to "handle it with bare hands," but in the end, he had broken his word and exploited her.
And now, she felt her legs weak just walking.
Qing Muye put his arm around her neck, pinching her cheek with the hand resting on her shoulder. "Ah Wei is angry?"
They had reached the elevator. Meng Jingwei pressed the up button and ignored him.
The man's eyebrows arched slightly, and his sexy thin lips curved into a faint smile. "I broke my promise just now. To show my sincerity, I'll let you 'make it up' to me when we get home. Then we'll be even, alright?"
He was scheming.
As his words fell, Meng Jingwei slowly turned her head, her brows furrowed. She glared fiercely at him.