Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Meng Yanchen left reluctantly, carrying the food container full of barbecue, and headed towards his parents' house. It was only a seven or eight-minute walk. As soon as he knocked on the door, Fu Wenying and Meng Huaijin looked at him with surprise: "Why are you back at this hour?"

"I grilled some things with Qiu Yingying at a nearby villa and brought them back for you to try." Meng Yanchen handed over the box, his tone revealing a barely perceptible excitement.

Fu Wenying quickly took the package and opened it. The rich aroma instantly filled the living room. Meng Huaijin came over to take a look and couldn't help but laugh, "This looks delicious. Yingying's cooking skills are really good."

The two picked up their chopsticks and took a bite. The meat skewers were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the dipping sauce was fresh, fragrant, and slightly spicy. The more they chewed, the more flavorful it became. Fu Wenying nodded repeatedly: "This dipping sauce is absolutely amazing!" Meng Huaijin also chimed in: "Yingying is not only capable, but also has such good cooking skills. You should really take advantage of her."

Hearing his parents' praise, Meng Yanchen felt a warm glow inside. He stood up after sitting for less than two minutes and said, "Mom and Dad, I have something to do, so I'll head back now."

"Leaving so soon?" Fu Wenying was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant and turned to the kitchen to fetch two boxes of hairy crabs. "They were a gift from a friend, and they're very fresh. Take them to Yingying so she can try them." She patted Meng Yanchen's arm. "I'll have Yingying come over for dinner another day, and I'll learn how to make this dipping sauce from her."

"Okay, I'll tell her." Meng Yanchen took the hairy crab and hurried towards the villa with light steps, his heart filled with anticipation.

Back at the villa entrance, he rang the doorbell. Qiu Yingying opened the door and, seeing him, teased with a smile, "Mr. Meng, why are you back again? Did you miss me?"

Meng Yanchen didn't say anything, but walked in carrying the hairy crabs. He closed the door behind him, went straight up and hugged Qiu Yingying tightly, burying his head in the crook of her neck. His voice carried a hint of coquetry: "Yingying, I don't want to go back. I've been so busy lately and haven't been able to spend time with you. How about we stay here tonight?"

Qiu Yingying was held tightly in his arms, feeling his warm breath brush against her neck: "Are you clinging to me now?"

"Hmm, I'm staying with you." Meng Yanchen tightened his arms, his tone sticky and pleading, his nose brushing against her earlobe. "The villa is so big, you must be lonely living alone. I'll stay and keep you company." He looked up, his usually cool eyes now wet, like a puppy begging for shelter, full of expectation. "Please, Yingying?"

Qiu Yingying was amused by his appearance and felt both amused and embarrassed. Her cheeks turned even redder, but she couldn't bear to refuse in the end: "Okay, then you can stay in the guest room."

The two went to wash up separately. Qiu Yingying changed into a loose cotton nightgown, the neckline slightly open, revealing her slender neck, and her cheeks still had a lingering blush.

Meng Yanchen wore the men's loungewear she had found [actually bought with 1 point from the system], and looked very homey.

After washing up, Qiu Yingying took a thick, fluffy blanket from the closet and spread it on the sofa in the living room. She turned on the TV and selected a lighthearted comedy. Meng Yanchen sat down next to her, and the two leaned against each other on the sofa, covered with the same blanket. His arm casually rested on her shoulder, and she nestled in his arms.

The TV show made others laugh, but Qiu Yingying didn't pay much attention to it. Her focus was entirely on the person next to her, whom she could clearly feel breathing and body temperature.

She secretly turned her head and met Meng Yanchen's gentle gaze. His gaze was deep and focused, as if it could only hold her. Qiu Yingying's cheeks instantly burned, and she quickly lowered her head, her ear tips turning so red they were almost bleeding.

Seeing her shy expression, Meng Yanchen's heart softened. He gently cupped her cheeks and, with utmost tenderness, leaned down to kiss her.

The moment their soft lips touched, Qiu Yingying felt her face flush and her heart race. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and reached out to push him away, pressing her hand against his chest. But as the kiss deepened, she began to respond to his kisses.

The atmosphere between them gradually became more and more intimate. Meng Yanchen's hand gently rested on her waist, his movements tender yet firm. Their breathing became somewhat rapid, and their bodies radiated heat, making the air feel hot.

Meng Yanchen gently lifted her up in his arms. Qiu Yingying instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his chest, listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and felt the warmth of his palm. She dared not open her eyes, hoping it was just her imagination. She buried her cheek in the crook of his shoulder, her burning skin rubbing against his chest.

He walked softly into the master bedroom, gently placed her on the soft bed, and leaned down to gaze at her. Qiu Yingying lay on the bed, her hair loose, her cheeks flushed, her eyes moist, filled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation, like a startled fawn.

Receiving a response, Meng Yanchen leaned down and kissed her again, this time with even greater passion, filled with a long-suppressed desire. His hands gently caressed her skin, his movements tender and careful, as if handling a rare treasure.

Qiu Yingying's heart was pounding so fast it was almost out of control, her cheeks were burning hot, and her whole body was trembling slightly, but she didn't resist at all. Feeling his warmth and love, she was responding in kind.

The night was quiet, with only the sound of their intertwined breaths and their accelerating heartbeats, accompanied by the occasional chirping of insects in the courtyard and the soft sound of leaves touching the water in the pool.

The moonlight shines like silk outside the eaves, and the brocade quilt inside exudes fragrance. The zither and lute play in harmony, and the phoenixes sing in accord, year after year, without ceasing.