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

The hospital bed wasn't as soft as the one at home; it was quite firm.

But when Qin Yuhe lay on top of Song Xinya, he felt as if he were buried in a cloud, soft and warm.

Song Xinya was wearing a thin pink nightgown that revealed her neck, arms, and fair legs.

Large areas of smooth skin are exposed.

Qin Yuhe was only wearing pajama bottoms and no shirt.

The caress of her skin, the moisture, the heat—wherever his hand touched her, it was a soothing, comforting touch, like cotton.

A girl's body truly deserves the description of being "soft and boneless".

Qin Yuhe's breath was hot and moist as it brushed against Song Xinya's lips, ears, and neck.

The tingling, itchy sensation caused by the heat surged through Song Xinya's skin and then shot up to her head.

She gasped for breath, her voice soft and pleading, "Qin Yuhe..."

"I'm here," Qin Yuhe's lips moved from her neck, along her slender shoulders, and down to her shoulder.

His nimble tongue lifted the thin, pink ribbon on her shoulder, sucked it into his mouth, bit it with his teeth, and pulled it to one side.

The pink ribbons she was wearing, which she had originally dressed very modestly, now hung down on her forearms, swaying precariously.

"That's going too far, Mrs. Qin. You're wearing underwear again tonight."

Song Xinya bit her lower lip and snorted softly, "So what if I wore it? You still took it off."

Qin Yuhe chuckled and said, "Dissatisfied?"

Song Xinya: "The doctor said that you cannot have sex until your abdominal wound heals."

Qin Yuhe: "We don't share a room, but we're intimate."

Song Xinya paused for a moment, then asked, "Isn't that the same thing?"

Qin Yuhe: "What do you think?"

"Big liar" means the same thing.

At the foot of the hospital bed, there is an iron railing.

Qin Yuhe glanced at Song Xinya's hand gripping the bed sheet and said, "The bed sheet isn't secure. Grab the iron railing instead, or you'll be thrown out in a bit."

Song Xinya: "..."

He reached out to lift her skirt.

Her soft, white hand gripped his fingers tightly: "Qin Yuhe, you can't do this..."

Qin Yuhe assumed she was unwilling and said, "How long has it been since we were intimate?"

This isn't like your period, where you need to remember the exact day it comes every month. Who remembers when they last had sex with their husband every time?

Song Xinya replied, "I don't know."

Qin Yuhe: "It's been eighteen days."

Song Xinya: "It hasn't been that long."

Qin Yuhe: "Newlywed couples only do it once every eighteen days; even long-married couples do it more often."

Song Xinya muttered, "Wasn't that because you were injured? I didn't intentionally refuse to give it to you."

"It's not like we haven't been affectionate. We kissed during the day today."

Qin Yuhe: "Kissing doesn't mean being intimate."

Song Xinya: "What's it called?"

Qin Yuhe: "An appetizer before intimacy."

Kissing is the appetizer before intimacy.

He gripped her shoulders with both hands and turned her around so that they were facing each other.

She sat on the hospital bed, with his arms supporting her on either side of her body.

This is a strong, domineering, and aggressive pose; he looks very sensual when he makes this gesture.

Qin Yuhe looked at her with his clear, dark eyes and said, "My hands can move, and my waist can move too."

As he spoke, the warm breath from his lips fell on her cheek and the crook of her neck.

The heat and the scalding words made Song Xinya flinch.

She looked up, her moist, shimmering eyes gazing at him, seeing his current appearance.

Her black hair fell across her forehead, her brow bones were slightly raised, her eyelashes were wet, her nose was high and straight, her profile was well-defined, and her jawline was angular.

She wasn't wearing a shirt.

This is a stark contrast to his usual formal attire in a suit and tie.

Alluring, seductive, gorgeous.

He seems to be a male demon who specializes in eating human hearts.

A male fairy with hard pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs.

This beautiful male body.

Who could refuse?!

Song Xinya's gaze followed Qin Yuhe's chest muscles and lingered on his abdominal muscles.

Qin Yuhe looked into her bright, shining eyes and a smile played on his lips.

He sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, exuding a lazy and carefree air.

He reached out his hand to her, who was sitting on the edge of the bed: "Come here."

Song Xinya turned around, stuck out her cute buttocks, and crawled to his side, looking at him with her watery eyes.

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on her cheek: "Good girl."

His hand traced her face, across her lips, down her chin, and across her neck, stopping right in the center of the line connecting her breasts, and then he pushed her back forcefully.

Song Xinya fell backward like a rag doll that had tipped over.

Qin Yuhe supported her waist with his other arm and pulled her into his arms.

She slumped onto his lap, her cheeks and ears burning hot.

Song Xinya was torn between "giving in to him" and "what if his injury worsens," her emotions constantly being pulled in different directions.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Would you like me to examine my hands?"

Song Xinya remembered that he had just had a scar removal treatment and nodded, "I'd like to see."

Qin Yuhe held out his palm for her to see.

Whether it was psychological or not, Song Xinya noticed the lines of the scar on his palm and remarked, "They seem to have faded a bit."

Qin Yuhe: "It is indeed a bit bland."

It wasn't her imagination after all. Song Xinya held his hand, her heart leaping with joy: "That's wonderful! It's really wonderful! It works! Qin Yuhe!"

Qin Yuhe: "You don't need to worry about my hands anymore, right?"

Song Xinya: "I was still worried, but seeing that the burn specialist's treatment was really effective, I felt there was hope for my hand to heal, and that made me so happy, so incredibly happy!"

Qin Yuhe looked at her curved eyebrows and bright smile: "I can feel your happiness."

Overjoyed, Song Xinya cupped his face in her hands and kissed his lips forcefully: "Mua!"

Qin Yuhe: "Just for a moment?"

Song Xinya lowered her head, nestled against his neck, and sucked hard on his Adam's apple with her soft, rose-colored lips.

Qin Yuhe's heart skipped a beat, his eyes turning dark and brooding: "You're stirring up trouble."

Song Xinya raised her alluring fox-like eyes, her gaze captivating and mesmerizing: "I'm just stirring things up."

Qin Yuhe sensed the relenting and agreement in her words, and his pupils brightened.

He rolled over and tried to pin her down on the bed.

She pushed against his chest with her palm: "I'll do it."

Qin Yuhe was overjoyed: "Really?"

Song Xinya: "I'm worried that the wound on your abdomen will reopen."

She twisted her slender waist, lifted her skirt, and straddled his lap.

A rustling sound came from the ward.

Adrenaline surged.

Song Xinya's body sank.

Qin Yuhe sighed.

His hand, which was gripping her waist, sank into her soft flesh.

The two were pressed tightly together, and she could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, pressing against hers.

Their heartbeats resonated, their breaths mingled.

It was very gentle and slow. The small bed was only 1.2 meters wide, and the space was limited. The two people's clothes were messily tangled together.

Before long, she lay motionless on his shoulder.

He kissed her sweaty forehead and chuckled, "Didn't you eat enough for dinner? Is that all the energy you have?"

Why is she coming? The project isn't even halfway done, and he has to come too.

His scent was different from others; it didn't smell of shower gel or laundry detergent, but rather a deep, masculine pheromone scent, similar to the smell of cedar trees in a forest.

The smell of hormones would intensify every time he sweated.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in it, and her misty, moist eyes saw beads of sweat trickling down his broad, muscular back.

Her body and soul were filled with the scent of his cedar trees in the forest…