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

"ah--"

Song Xinya screamed, her face burning hot, and she covered her chest with her hands: "I'm giving you a bath, what are you doing?"

Qin Yuhe said lazily, "You know you're giving me a bath, what are you doing touching me like that?"

This is nothing short of walking into a trap.

Song Xinya blushed deeply: "I won't catch you anymore, and you shouldn't catch me either."

Qin Yuhe slowly withdrew his hand, standing upright with the demeanor of a wealthy young master: "Hurry up and wipe my body, I've been sitting here for a while."

Song Xinya reached into the drawer and took out a band-aid, sticking it on his belly button: "It's a fine Chinese tradition that the belly button shouldn't get cold."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

Let her make a fuss.

When Song Xinya wiped Qin Yuhe's abdomen with the damp towel in her hand, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

"Qin Yuhe, your injury has healed a bit more!"

The wound on his abdomen was healing rapidly, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Yuhe: "It should be fully healed in seven days."

Song Xinya looked up at him, her delicate chin resting lightly on his abs: "Isn't it the day the stitches are removed in seven days?"

Qin Yuhe spoke in the tone of someone explaining science to an illiterate person: "Once the stitches are removed, it means the wound has healed and you can start exercising your abdominal muscles. Didn't you know that?"

Song Xinya blinked, her thick, fluffy eyelashes creating tiny gusts of air on Qin Yuhe's abs, a ticklish sensation like being scratched by feathers.

"The doctor said that removing the stitches only means that the surface of the skin has healed together. The subcutaneous tissue is not yet firmly healed, and the skin's tensile strength has not returned to normal. Exercising too early or too vigorously may cause the wound to reopen."

Qin Yuhe: "The doctor is wrong, I am right."

Song Xinya isn't stupid; she can see right through him. He's just fooling her to get her to do *that* with him.

"Let's talk about it after your stitches are removed."

Seeing that she didn't object, Qin Yuhe simply hummed in agreement.

After wiping his upper body and limbs, Song Xinya handed him a wet towel: "You can wipe the rest yourself."

She walked out of the bathroom, her expression looking the same as usual, but Qin Yuhe noticed her reddened ears.

He pulled his underwear down with his fingers, the fabric sliding over his strong thighs and slipping off his narrow ankles, where it was placed on a shelf to the side.

She didn't even dare to take off his underwear; she blushed before even seeing his penis. And yet, she still wanted him to wear an underwear bag for her to see.

Seriously, he's bad at the game but loves to play.

He's worried that if he actually wore it one day, it would give her a heart attack.

After washing up, Qin Yuhe walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing that Song Xinya had already finished washing up in another room and changed into a white V-neck silk nightgown.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her slender neck and fair arms exposed to the air, her hands supporting her body on either side, her thin, straight legs swaying playfully.

When she saw him come out, her eyes lit up, and she ran towards him.

"I've been waiting for you, thinking of changing your dressing."

She ran lightly to his side, wrapped her soft arms around his waist affectionately, and pressed her graceful figure against him.

From the bathroom to the double bed, it was only a few steps away. She threw herself into his arms, clinging to him as if she wanted to walk with him.

Qin Yuhe could sense that Song Xinya had become closer to him since he was injured at Bilaoshan.

His ideal marriage is one of mutual respect and non-interference.

He felt that Song Xinya's clinginess to him was not bad.

Qin Yuhe raised his arm, which had been hanging down, and wrapped it around her waist.

His warm palms covered Song Xinya's waist, the warmth spreading along her skin. His long, slender hands held most of her waist in his palms.

The two of them put their arms around each other's waists and walked to the double bed.

Song Xinya pressed Qin Yuhe's shoulder and made him lie on the bed.

She sat on her buttocks with her legs bent outwards in a W shape, in a duck-sitting or kneeling position, beside him.

This sitting posture exudes a cute innocence, yet it's also very alluring.

Song Xinya unscrewed the ointment, dipped a cotton swab in it, and applied it to the wound on Qin Yuhe's abdomen.

Qin Yuhe let out a deep "Hmm—"

Song Xinya paused, her fingers moving slightly. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's not pain, it's sensitivity."

Song Xinya: "?? What are you being so sensitive about?"

Qin Yuhe: "My wife is really beautiful."

Song Xinya paused for a moment, then smiled with her lips curled up.

"Be serious, I'm applying medicine to you."

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on her thigh: "It's not like we're holding a political consultative conference, why are you being so serious?"

Song Xinya didn't say anything more, letting his hand stroke her thigh back and forth.

After applying the medicine, she stepped over his face with her long legs.

Qin Yuhe, lying on his back, asked, "You really enjoy riding over my face?"

Song Xinya lifted the covers and lay down in bed: "No, it just feels really convenient to ride over your face, without having to go around to your feet to get here."

Qin Yuhe thought that she used to walk around behind his feet, but she wasn't as casual as she was now, kicking him right in the face.

He reached out to turn off the light, and she grasped his large hand.

Song Xinya carefully examined his palms: "Did you go to the burn specialist today for scar removal treatment?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm gone."

Song Xinya gently stroked his palm with her fingers, her fingertips delicately feeling the lines of the scar: "It looks a bit flatter now."

Qin Yuhe: "It will be alright, everything will be alright, you don't need to worry."

Song Xinya: "We must restore things to the way they were before."

Qin Yuhe comforted her, saying, "Definitely."

She snuggled into his arms like a clingy piece of malt candy.

He asked her, "Do you want to turn off the lights?"

She hugged him and said, "No, I want to look at you a little longer."

He left the light on, letting her cling to him and hug him.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe with her alluring eyes, bumped her soft body against his chest, and said in a coquettish voice, "You scratched me so hard, it hurts, it's all swollen."

Qin Yuhe looked at the enchanting woman in his arms, his tongue licking across her teeth: "Seduce me?"

Song Xinya drew circles on his chest with her slender white fingers, her fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure, teasing him seductively: "I wasn't seducing you, I was just stating a fact, you really did scratch me until I was swollen."

Qin Yuhe: "That bad?"

Song Xinya: "Mmm."

Qin Yuhe: "Lift up your clothes, let me see."

Song Xinya fell silent, no longer acting coquettishly, and no longer drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

Qin Yuhe's thin lips curled into a knowing smile: "Song Xinya, what kind of skill is it to just flirt with words? If you're really capable, then sit on my lap."

His wife was a giant in words but a dwarf in deeds.

"You think I wouldn't dare!"

Song Xinya flipped herself up, swept her jade-like legs across, and straddled Qin Yuhe.