Hearing this, Qingying's body, which had just relaxed, immediately tensed up.

She raised her eyes and looked at Meng Zhao with some trepidation, surprised that he actually knew that she and Meng Xun knew each other.

How did he know?

Qingying wondered, could it be that after she went back to the room to change clothes, Meng Xun told him on the spot?

She was hesitating and hadn't thought about how to answer, and Meng Zhao said again, "In the afternoon, I saw your reaction when you served tea. It didn't seem like you and my second brother were meeting for the first time."

Qingying understood immediately after hearing this.

Meng Xun did not mention anything about the two of them. These were all guesses made by Meng Zhao himself.

She was amazed at Meng Zhao's sharp eyes. She just broke a teacup, but he saw the clues.

Since he had already guessed it, she couldn't pretend that she didn't know Meng Xun.

Qingying raised her head and replied calmly: "I have met the second master a few times before. The eldest master knows that before I married into the Meng family, I was selling snacks at a stall on Jinghua Street. For a period of time, a few hooligans always liked to come to my stall to make trouble. I was a weak woman, powerless, and I didn't dare to fight back when I was bullied."

"The Second Young Master is a chivalrous man. He passed by and saw me being bullied by the bad guys, so he helped and gave those guys a lesson. For a while, the Second Young Master often drank tea in the teahouse at the west end of Lianhua Street. I was grateful to the Second Young Master and sent him snacks as a thank you gift several times."

Meng Zhao raised his eyelids slightly, stared at Qingying's little face, and asked in disbelief: "Is that all?"

"Yeah." Qingying nodded, "That's all."

Meng Zhao retracted his gaze and said nothing more. He held Qingying's slender waist, slowly moved down, and lay on the bed with her.

Just after covering her with the quilt, Qingying seemed to suddenly think of something. She threw back the quilt, immediately propped herself up, and got up from Meng Zhao.

As she stood up, their lower bodies separated and the half-soft penis slid out.

The enlarged hole had not yet closed, and white liquid gushed out, making the pubic hair under Meng Zhao's abdomen wet.

Qingying moved her sore legs, got off the ground, took the cloth on the rack, walked back to the bed, and helped Meng Zhao wipe his messy lower body clean.

She picked up his underwear and put it on him, tied the belt, pulled the quilt over him, and tucked in the corners of the quilt.

After cleaning Meng Zhao, Qingying picked up her own clothes, stood in front of the bed, and slowly put them on.

Seeing that she had no intention of going to bed, Meng Zhao asked, "Are you going to bed without going to bed?"

Qingying tied the last strap of her undergarment, and she replied respectfully, "I will remember the eldest master's instructions and dare not go beyond the rules. I will sleep on the couch."

After Qingying finished speaking, she moved her sore legs and slowly walked towards the couch not far away.

Meng Zhao looked at her petite back, his thin lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself. In the end, he said nothing and let Qingying lie on the small couch as usual. On

the second day of their marriage, he said that Qingying would not be allowed to sleep on the bed in the future, but only on the couch.

He had forgotten about it. He had just finished making love and wanted to lie down with the girl's soft and fragrant body in his arms.

Unexpectedly, Qingying had always remembered it in her heart.

*

Because of Meng Xun's return home, Qingying was afraid of running into him and being embarrassed. She rarely went out and stayed in Meng Zhao's yard all day, not going anywhere else.

After spending a whole day in peace and without running into Meng Xun, Qingying secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the evening, after helping Meng Zhao take a bath, Qingying began to pack her bags.

Meng Zhao was half lying on the bed, leaning against the railing, reading a book. He saw Qingying busy packing her things and asked casually, "Where are you going?"

Qingying folded her clothes and put them in her bag. She looked up and smiled brightly, "Young Master, I'm going home to visit my relatives tomorrow."

Qingying was really happy, and even her voice was full of joy. Meng Zhao could feel her excitement from a distance.

"How many days will you be back?" he asked softly.

"Three days."

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes and stopped talking. He lowered his head and continued to read the book in his hand.

Although his eyes were on the pages of the book, his attention was not focused.

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the wooden bars on the bed railing, as if he was thinking about something.