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

As dawn broke, Song Xinya woke up to find herself lying in Qin Yuhe's arms.

Her habit of snuggling into his arms as soon as she falls asleep, ugh!

It's fine if it's crowded, but she still insists on sleeping while clinging to his arm, tsk tsk!

Suddenly, Song Xinya's eyes widened, and she sat up abruptly on the bed, carefully staring at his hand.

The gauze remained white and did not bleed from being pressed down.

She reached out to touch it, wanting to check it, but heard Qin Yuhe say, "No need to check, it's fine."

His voice was clear and crisp, not the hoarse, languid sound of someone who had just woken up; he had been awake for quite some time.

Song Xinya turned to look at him: "Do you want to get up now?"

Qin Yuhe: "I can't get up right now."

Song Xinya: "I know, I'll pick you up."

Qin Yuhe: "We're not talking about the same thing."

Song Xinya realized something, her gaze followed his waist and abdomen downwards, her cheeks flushed red, and she turned her head to the side.

I feel so scared every time I watch it.

Because it is truly magnificent and terrifying.

Qin Yuhe: "I really didn't mean to tease you, you know, every man is like that in the morning."

Song Xinya bit her lip: "How can I not understand this basic physiological knowledge, considering I'm a married woman?"

She's used all his stuff, yet she's still pretending to be an innocent and naive girl. It's so fake.

Song Xinya jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When she came out, she had tidied herself up and was holding a wet towel.

Song Xinya walked over to Qin Yuhe, her tone slightly coaxing like she was talking to a child: "Let me wipe your face."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

After wiping his face, Song Xinya said, "Let me wipe your neck now."

Qin Yuhe: "…………"

Song Xinya: "Let me wipe your chest."

Qin Yuhe: "………………"

Song Xinya: "Why have you been so silent?"

Qin Yuhe: "Repetitive words, disgusting."

Song Xinya: "I'm hungry, time to eat."

Qin Yuhe: "Shut up, be quiet."

Song Xinya: "If you don't want it, then just say so."

Qin Yuhe was the first to give in: "Speak like a human being."

Song Xinya: "I need to pee. My phone is charging and I can't carry it with me. Call me if you need anything."

Qin Yuhe is no longer capable.

Song Xinya put the wet towel back in the bathroom, finished urinating, washed her hands, walked to the door, unlocked the door, and saw that the sun was shining brightly today.

She walked back to Qin Yuhe's side, worried that if she used the same words again, she might upset the young master, so she spoke normally again.

"Do you want to get out of bed?"

Qin Yuhe: "Okay."

Song Xinya wrapped her arms around his slender waist, rested her chin on his shoulder, and pressed her soft body against him.

"Sister, brother-in-law."

"Teacher Song, President Qin."

Jian Yi and Jin Ruizhi walked in and saw Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe hugging each other on the hospital bed. They paused abruptly, both looking somewhat embarrassed.

Although intimacy between husband and wife is normal, Song Xinya still wanted to avoid the two minors who were just beginning to experience romantic feelings and were full of curiosity about the opposite sex.

"Because President Qin is injured and has difficulty moving around, I'm helping him sit up."

Jane Yi: "Do you need my help?"

Qin Yuhe's voice and Jin Ruizhi's voice rang out simultaneously: "No need."

Song Xinya picked up Qin Yuhe and turned to face the two little ones: "Why are you two here so early?"

Jin Ruizhi: "There are many questions I don't know how to answer, and I would like to ask Teacher Song for help."

Song Xinya looked at his excited expression: "You slept very well last night?"

Jin Ruizhi: "I slept for three hours last night."

Song Xinya: "And you're still so energetic?"

Jin Ruizhi: "I'm so engrossed in studying that I can't tear myself away."

The academic underachiever has completely changed.

Song Xinya glanced at Jin Ruizhi, then at Jian Yiyi, knowing better but saying nothing.

Who hasn't liked or had feelings for the opposite sex during adolescence? It's human instinct and nature. These feelings can't be suppressed, but they can be guided correctly.

Sometimes, the attraction between young boys and girls isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Instead, it can be transformed into positive energy.

Song Xinya: "If you don't know how to do any of the questions, I'll teach you."

Jin Ruizhi handed the insulated food container to Song Xinya: "You can't teach us on an empty stomach. Teacher Song and President Qin, please have breakfast first."

While Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe were eating breakfast, the two little ones were doing their homework on the table.

After dinner, Song Xinya explained the problems to the two children.

In the afternoon, someone unexpected came to the ward.

Qin Yuhe's personal assistant, carrying two laptops on her back and a large bag full of documents in each hand, appeared before everyone looking travel-worn but not particularly attractive.

"President Qin, I'm here."

Qin Yuhe glanced at him and said, "I didn't ask you to come."

Song Xinya: "I was the one who called him over."

In order to give Qin Yuhe something to do, to burn off his excessive energy, and to divert his attention, Song Xinya sent her assistant over with a bunch of work.

A small table was set up on the hospital bed, and the assistant placed the notebook and documents on it, gesturing for the patient to proceed.

"President Qin, let's get started."

Qin Yuhe didn't say anything about Song Xinya's arrangement and lowered his head to look at the documents.

After being firmly rejected by his wife yesterday, Qin Yuhe realized that his wife really wouldn't give him any food until his injury healed.

He definitely needed to do something to vent.

If you can't do physical labor, then do mental labor.

The assistant stood to the side, his hands clasped in front of him.

Qin Yuhe's gaze shifted from the top of the paper to the bottom, and his assistant quickly bent down to help him turn the page.

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept across the computer screen from left to right, and his assistant quickly bent down to help him press the mouse.

They were extremely attentive and attentive, just like the eunuchs serving an ancient emperor.

Knowing that his wife would "rather die than submit" until he recovered, Qin Yuhe gave up the idea of ​​having sex with her in the following days.

In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.

Qin Yuhe's burns on his hands began to heal, and he no longer had to suffer the pain of having his skin scraped with steel wool every day.

The sutures at the stab wound to his waist and abdomen have been removed.

He went from needing help from others to sit up to being able to sit up on his own.

His energy improved day by day, and his lips gradually regained their color from their pale state.

It hasn't fully recovered to its original deep red color yet; it will take some time.

This prefecture-level city doesn't have an airport, so Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin arranged a convoy of Rolls-Royces to drive from Beijing to welcome their young master home.

The luxurious car boasts a spacious interior and top-notch shock absorption, ensuring a smooth ride even over speed bumps, so the young master won't experience any jolting.

Song Xinya sat with Qin Yuhe in the back row, chatting with him and taking care of him.

The car sped along the highway, leaving the vehicles in the adjacent lanes far behind.

Qin Yuhe raised his hand, and sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating his hand where the bandages had been removed.

His palms were of moderate width, with distinct knuckles, clean wrist lines, long and slender fingers, and flawless, pale skin, like meticulously sculpted jade bones.

He had a pair of very beautiful hands, but now those beautiful hands are covered with hideous and terrifying scars on his palms.

Qin Yuhe kept staring at his hands. Song Xinya thought he was worried about the scar on his palm, and a wave of guilt washed over her, making her heart clench.

She heard his gentle voice say, "Ya Ya, I play the piano very well. Once my hand has recovered, I'll play for you."

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A massive update tomorrow! Over 6000 words!

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