Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Song Xinya buried her face in Qin Yuhe's neck, her nose touching the fabric of his hospital gown, and could smell his unique, cool scent mixed with a hint of disinfectant.

His hands encircled her, forming a gentle barrier.

Even through the thin fabric of their clothes, I could clearly feel the other person's heartbeat.

The world suddenly became very quiet, and a gentle, peaceful feeling floated in the air. Our hearts melted in the close body temperature.

Song Xinya spoke softly, her warm breath brushing against his neck: "Qin Yuhe, I'm so happy you're awake."

Qin Yuhe's bandaged hand patted her back repeatedly, silently conveying: I'm here, I'm here.

"Were you terrified while I was unconscious?"

Song Xinya mumbled an "Mmm," and said, "I'm so scared."

Qin Yuhe chuckled softly: "I didn't specifically tell you that no matter what happens, you shouldn't be afraid."

Song Xinya nuzzled his neck with her nose and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "I was worried about you."

Qin Yuhe smiled and gently stroked her soft hair.

Song Xinya whispered a reminder: "The doctor said you shouldn't move your hands around."

The palms of his two hands were burned, and the necrotic skin and flesh were scraped off with a steel wool pad.

Doctors say that the pain of burns challenges the limits of human pain tolerance and is one of the six most painful types of pain in the world.

His burned palms hadn't healed yet, and it hurt whenever he moved them.

Song Xinya straightened up from his embrace, carefully holding his hands in her own: "You were moving your hand the whole time, didn't it hurt?"

Qin Yuhe: "It doesn't hurt."

Song Xinya: "You're lying."

Qin Yuhe: "It does hurt a little, but it's within a tolerable range."

Song Xinya: "You'd better try not to move around too much, so you don't suffer as much."

Qin Yuhe said, "Okay."

Song Xinya handled him as if he were fragile glass, her movements as gentle as a breeze on her cheek, placing his hand on the soft blanket.

"I'll put your pants on for you now."

Qin Yuhe: "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Xinya: "It's not tiring at all; I can admire your beautiful body."

Qin Yuhe whispered in her ear, "Admire my beautiful lower body."

Song Xinya's face burned.

She gripped his thigh with her hands and moved him toward the edge of the bed.

Qin Yuhe's irreverent tone drifted over: "How does it feel to grab my thigh?"

Song Xinya: "Hard, solid, and full of power."

Qin Yuhe: "Do you like it?"

Song Xinya lowered her long eyelashes and said, "I like it."

Qin Yuhe: "I also like to hold your legs, soft, white and tender, full of plasticity, which can be easily folded into M shape, V shape, U shape and other shapes."

Song Xinya blushed, reached into the fruit plate, picked up an apple, and stuffed it into Qin Yuhe's mouth: "Eat more fruit to replenish vitamins."

Qin Yuhe spat the apple out of his mouth and looked down her slender white neck: "I want to eat your cherries."

Song Xinya's heart pounded.

Even burns couldn't stop President Qin from flirting with his wife.

Song Xinya knew she couldn't stop him, so she let him be and let him do as he pleased.

She moved his legs to the edge of the bed, letting his calves dangle down.

She crouched between his long legs.

Qin Yuhe looked down at his wife between his legs, and something came to mind...

Song Xinya also thought of something...

She lowered her gaze, trying her best to control her eyes and not look up.

The naked man, the ambiguous posture, the two alone in the environment—her breathing became erratic.

Qin Yuhe, with his silver tongue, remained silent.

In this atmosphere, if he were to open his mouth and speak, it wouldn't evoke such suggestive thoughts.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

In the quiet room, a dangerous spark lingered, as if the slightest touch would unleash an uncontrollable tsunami.

Song Xinya's hand was still gripping Qin Yuhe's thigh.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the corridor, and the door to the ward was pushed open.

Song Xinya abruptly pulled her hand away from Qin Yuhe's thigh, picked up the blanket, and covered Qin Yuhe's waist and abdomen.

Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yi walked in.

Song Xinya stood up.

It was lunchtime, and both Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yi were carrying lunchboxes.

Although Song Xinya appeared calm, Jin Ruizhi caught a fleeting glimpse of panic in her eyes.

"Teacher Song, what were you doing just now?"

Song Xinya: "President Qin and I did nothing."

Jin Ruizhi: "Then why are you so nervous?"

Song Xinya: "Are your eyes scanners? They can see through my body and see if I'm nervous or not. I'm not nervous at all. I haven't done anything wrong. I'm not nervous at all."

Jin Ruizhi looked her over. He had just asked her casually, but he hadn't expected her to react so strongly.

I understand. Teacher Song and President Qin must have been doing something just now.

Jin Ruizhi looked at Qin Yuhe on the bed: "President Qin, did you just wake up?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yeah, just woke up."

Jin Ruizhi thought to himself, "They just woke up and they're already doing this? So intense!"

Song Xinya: "Jin Ruizhi..."

After a moment, Jin Ruizhi came to his senses: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Song Xinya pointed at the lunchbox in his hand: "What are you thinking about? The soup has spilled."

Jin Ruizhi quickly looked down and saw that there were only pork ribs left in the pork rib soup, no soup at all.

Jane walked to his side and said, "It just so happens that I don't like soup. I'll eat this portion, and you can have mine."

Jin Ruizhi: "You eat yours, don't worry about me. I don't like soup either."

The two placed the food on the table and turned to look at Qin Yuhe.

Jin Ruizhi: "President Qin, thank you for saving me from the fire that day."

Jian Yi: "President Qin, thank you for saving me from the fire that day."

She stood there somewhat awkwardly, sizing up the woman's husband, her savior.

She's not the type to be overly familiar with people and call someone "brother-in-law" the moment they meet.

Qin Yuhe: Are you two playing copy-paste games here? Don't just stand there, go eat.

Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yi sat at the table, their backs ramrod straight, their hands on their knees, their posture as obedient as elementary school students.

Jian Yi called out to Song Xinya, "Sister, dinner's ready!"

"Okay," Song Xinya walked over, opened the lunchbox, and saw that the dishes included spicy pork ribs, spicy chicken pieces, pickled pepper fish offal, steamed egg with minced meat and tofu, and steamed sea bass.

She chose steamed egg with minced meat and tofu and steamed sea bass.

She carried the two dishes and walked over to Qin Yuhe: "Shall we eat together?"

Qin Yuhe had just woken up and didn't have much of an appetite, but upon hearing her invitation, he replied, "Okay."

He couldn't hold chopsticks, so Song Xinya fed him.

Knowing he was a germaphobe, she asked, "Is it okay if we use the same pair of chopsticks?"

Qin Yuhe: "What does it matter? We've already French kissed, haven't we?"

Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi, who were eating, suddenly stopped.

The two of them each had a spinach in their mouths, half inside and half dangling.

Song Xinya glanced at Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yi out of the corner of her eye, then winked at Qin Yuhe, signaling him to be careful with his words.

Qin Yuhe said to her, "I was so focused on you that I forgot about the two little ones."

Jin Xiaozai and Jian Xiaozai were no longer hungry after eating just one piece of green vegetable; they were full from being fed dog food.

Both of them were very perceptive; they buried their heads in their rice, wolfed it down, and finished eating as quickly as possible before leaving.

Song Xinya took meticulous care of Qin Yuhe during his meal, cutting the minced meat, tofu, and steamed egg into even small pieces to prevent food from getting on his lips, removing the bones from the sea bass one by one, and feeding him the tender and succulent belly meat.

After the meal, Qin Yuhe's lips were spotless, not a speck of dirt on them.

After the meal, Song Xinya suddenly remembered: "Aren't you wearing pants yet?"

Qin Yuhe: "Mm."

For the first time, President Qin ate a meal with his bare bottom exposed.

I must say, this experience is really novel.

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