Stealing the beauty's sweet kiss and having sex twice, tonight was a great pleasure for Meng Zhao.

He stretched out his arms and held the sleeping girl in his arms. He lowered his head to rub her soft black hair and closed his eyes contentedly.

The couple on the bed hugged each other intimately, like a newlywed couple. The picture was quite warm.

The night was long, and the last flame on the candlestick went out.

When the first ray of light in the morning shone into the room through the gap in the window, Qingying on the bed moved her eyelids and slowly opened her eyes.

She was not fully awake yet, and her mind was still a little confused.

When she saw a wall of flesh in front of her, she was stunned.

When she looked up, she found herself nestled in Meng Zhao's arms, with her limbs entangled on him, hugging him tightly, and the posture of the two was extremely ambiguous.

Qingying was startled, and hurriedly pulled away Meng Zhao's big hand on her waist, and got up and left his arms.

She tried hard to recall what happened last night. She only remembered that she was warming Meng Zhao's bed and fell asleep while warming him.

Yes, she did oversleep. What

about Meng Zhao, did he oversleep too?

Before going to bed, Qingying remembered that she asked Meng Zhao a question, and his voice was calm and sober when he answered, and he didn't sound sleepy.

Couldn't he feel that there was someone lying on the bed?

If he could feel it, why didn't he wake her up.

Or maybe, not long after she fell asleep, he also fell asleep, so he forgot to wake her up.

Qingying got out of bed in confusion. She looked at Meng Zhao who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and wondered for a long time.

The sky outside was gradually getting brighter, and Meng Zhao would wake up soon.

Qingying got dressed and went to the kitchen to tell the maid to bring breakfast over later.

She brought a basin of warm water and went into the room. As soon as the door opened, Meng Zhao woke up on the bed.

Qingying's hand trembled as she held the basin of water. She prayed in her heart that Meng Zhao didn't know that she slept in the bed all night last night.

She brought the basin of water over nervously and said respectfully, "Please wash up, young master."

"Yes."

Meng Zhao sat up, reached out and took the cloth towel and soaked it in the copper basin, then rinsed it half dry and wiped his face.

After washing his face, Qingying brought him some tea for rinsing his mouth.

Meng Zhao took it, rinsed his mouth, called Meng Wu in, and carried him to the wheelchair.

At this time, the maid brought in breakfast, and a dazzling array of delicacies were laid out on the table.

Meng Zhao sat at the table and ate, his manners were elegant, slow and leisurely, and quite noble.

Qingying stood aside, secretly glancing at him, trying to peek out something from his face.

The man's face was calm, peaceful and gentle. He didn't say a word about her sleeping in his bed last night, and it seemed that he didn't know about it.

Qingying secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he didn't know, so she could avoid a punishment.

After breakfast, Qingying pushed Meng Zhao out to sunbathe as usual.

After walking around the yard, Meng Zhao suddenly said, "Push me to go outside the yard. I'm tired of the scenery here. I know where the trees and flowers are."

Qingying paused. She felt that Meng Zhao had discovered her little thoughts. She

was afraid of bumping into Meng Xun when she went out recently, so every time she pushed Meng Zhao to go out for a walk, she stayed in the East Garden and didn't dare to leave the gate.

Meng Zhao had spoken, and Qingying didn't dare to disobey. She replied respectfully, "Yes."

Then, she slowly pushed him out of the East Garden.

Meng Xun's yard was in the northwest corner of the mansion. In order to avoid him, Qingying deliberately pushed Meng Zhao to the southeast.

They walked through the corridors, rockery, and flower beds and enjoyed the scenery for a while.

Qingying thought it was almost time, so she pushed Meng Zhao back, but she bumped into Meng Xun who was walking towards her outside a pavilion.

There was only one main road here, and no other paths. She couldn't avoid it even if she wanted to, and she had to push Meng Zhao, so she wasn't flexible enough and couldn't even hide.

"Brother, what a coincidence." Meng Xun walked up to the two of them and called politely.

Although he called his own brother, his eyes fell on Qingying intentionally or unintentionally.

Qingying froze, lowered her head, and said nothing, pretending not to see him.