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

Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe stood side by side in front of the toilet and waited for ten minutes.

He remained motionless.

The water in the toilet was still clear and pure.

Song Xinya's face was flushed, her cheeks rosy and radiant.

All was silent; the air was still and quiet.

An awkward atmosphere spread between the two.

Qin Yuhe broke the deadlock first: "I think it's smoother if I hold it myself."

Song Xinya wanted to withdraw her hand, but suddenly paused: "Can you do it yourself?"

Qin Yuhe: "Sure, after all, he doesn't weigh a thousand pounds."

Song Xinya withdrew her hand.

Qin Yuhe: "Turn around."

Song Xinya turned around as he spoke.

A rushing sound came from behind, like a cascading waterfall, rapid and loud, with a powerful and resonant tone.

This feeling can be described as—

Just by listening to the sound of this man urinating, you can tell that his kidneys are exceptionally healthy.

Song Xinya recalled a saying that Tian Tianquan once said: "The louder a man urinates, the stronger his sexual ability is, and the harder he penetrates during sex."

I don't know if this statement applies to other men, but it certainly applies to Qin Yuhe.

The splashing sound stopped, and the blush on Song Xinya's face had spread all over her body, making her look delicate and beautiful.

She took out a piece of paper, placed it on the paper, and wiped it for him.

Qin Yuhe froze.

He hadn't expected her to go this far.

My wife is too considerate.

His long, straight eyelashes drooped down, and he saw her crouching at his calves.

The woman's fingers were slender and fair, gripping the waistband of his blue and white striped trousers and pulling them up his legs.

Song Xinya tries her best to maintain a pure and simple mind.

Her face, flushed red as if it were about to bleed, betrayed her failure to maintain her composure.

There was nothing she could do; the man in front of her was the one she loved, and he was certainly well-off.

After fastening the belt on his pants, Song Xinya suddenly stood up.

As if fleeing, she gripped his arm tightly with both hands: "Let's get out of here quickly, the bathroom is too small and the air is thin, I feel like I can't breathe, how about you?"

Qin Yuhe smiled and said, "I'm really enjoying it."

Song Xinya lowered her eyes obediently and smiled shyly.

She was the one serving him, so he naturally enjoyed it.

However, he was happy, and she was happy too.

His abdominal wound and the palms of his hands are in constant pain. What she does makes him feel better, and it also makes her feel better.

Song Xinya helped Qin Yuhe back to the bedside.

He sat on the bed, and she knelt down, hugged his calves in her arms, lifted them up, and placed them on the bed.

He lay down on the bed, and she supported his shoulders with both hands, slowly lowering her body and gently settling him down on the bed as he leaned down.

Every movement she made was gentle and delicate.

Qin Yuhe lay on the bed, his dark eyes gazing at her, and said, "You've worked hard."

Song Xinya: "It's not hard work. Pinduoduo said I'm the luckiest person."

Qin Yuhe: "Do you still feel lucky to be served like this?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, we are husband and wife. We can share both wealth and hardship. You are my husband, and it is my duty to take care of you if you are injured."

She looked at him with her clear eyes and asked, "If I were the one who was injured today, wouldn't you take care of me when I needed someone to take care of me the most?"

Qin Yuhe: "Of course I will take care of you."

Song Xinya stood up, placed her soft hands on his shoulders, lowered her head, and kissed him with her rose petal-like lips.

"I knew you would, Qin Yuhe, you are the best husband in the world."

The woman's scent was delicate and sweet, wafting into his nostrils, refreshing and intoxicating.

Her soft lips touched and then parted.

Qin Yuhe, still wanting more, pleaded, "Just one kiss?"

Song Xinya smiled gently: "No, you need to take good care of your injury right now."

Qin Yuhe: "Recovering from my injury won't stop us from French kissing. My tongue isn't injured."

Song Xinya smiled shyly, pursing her lips. She knew that once they kissed, he would change, and he would be the one who suffered in the end.

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips again.

"Just one more kiss, just this once."

Qin Yuhe lay lazily with his eyes closed: "One kiss from you can make me feel good for half a day, two kisses will give me a good mood for the whole day."

Song Xinya's shy smile was full of sweetness.

She asked him, "Do you want to sleep?"

Qin Yuhe: "I feel a bit tired."

It's good that you're asleep; you won't feel the pain when you're asleep.

Song Xinya placed her hand on his head and gently stroked his hair: "Sleep now, I'll stay here with you."

Qin Yuhe closed his eyes, his expression gentle and soft, his tone carrying the arrogance of a young master: "Tell me a bedtime story to lull me to sleep."

Song Xinya pressed her forehead against his, her nose gently brushing against his, and said softly, "Okay, I'll tell you a bedtime story to lull you to sleep."

She covered him with the blanket, tucked him in, sat down in a chair, and began to tell him a story.

"A venomous snake and a python were discussing how to hunt. The venomous snake said, 'I only need to bite the other one and inject venom into its body to successfully hunt it.' The python said, 'I don't have venom, I will wrap my arms around the other one's body and strangle it.' The venomous snake said, 'Pah, you lust after other people's bodies, you're despicable.'"

Qin Yuhe smiled, raising the corners of his lips.

Song Xinya: "There was a little crab that was walking along when suddenly its claw fell off. It ran to the hospital in a panic and cried to the doctor, 'My claw is gone, waaaah, I have no claw, I have no money!'"

Qin Yuhe's lips curved upwards even more.

Song Xinya: "One day, Little Pig went to the market to buy a steamed bun and asked the vendor to add extra spice. On his way home, he accidentally dropped the bun into the mud. Little Pig suddenly realized that this was because: Spicy Steamed Bun Likes Mud (So Much Love for You)."

I like you so much, Qin Yuhe.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe and smiled along with him, her delicate eyebrows curving into crescent shapes.

Next, she recited to him one of the most difficult high school Chinese texts to memorize, "Free and Easy Wandering".

"In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, its name is Kun. Kun is so large that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans; it transforms into a bird, its name is Peng..."

After reciting only a few lines, Song Xinya heard Qin Yuhe's breathing become light and long.

Reciting texts is indeed the best lullaby; as soon as I recited a text to President Qin, he fell asleep.

Song Xinya remembered that Qin Yuhe had mentioned before that he was unbalanced in his studies when he was in high school.

Although he didn't say which subject he was better at, according to Song Xinya's understanding, Qin Yuhe, who looks at financial statements every day, certainly wouldn't be bad at science.

Sure enough, like his younger brother, he wasn't very good at Chinese.

After Qin Yuhe fell asleep, Song Xinya took the kettle to fetch water so that he could have hot water whenever he woke up and wanted to drink.

She walked out of the ward carrying a kettle of hot water and saw Old Master Qin standing in the corridor. He was wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, which was neat and tidy. He had an elegant and upright posture and exuded the calm and composed demeanor of an old patriarch. His aura was imposing.

He stood with his hands behind his back, not looking like he had just arrived, but as if he had been waiting for her all along.

Song Xinya respectfully called out, "Grandpa."

Old Master Qin's voice was authoritative and deep: "Come with me for a moment, I have something to tell you."