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

Her slender fingers rested on his chest.

A white silk nightgown was piled up at the waist, and two fair, tender legs were wrapped around his body.

She deliberately avoided his wound and pressed her hips against the upper part of his abdomen.

The moment the woman's weight pressed down on the man, Qin Yuhe's eyes suddenly lit up.

He raised his hand and pinched her waist, his tone laced with wantonness and ambiguity, as he asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Song Xinya leaned closer to him, her bright red lips blowing against his thin lips, and said teasingly, "It means exactly what you think."

Qin Yuhe's breathing became heavy, and his fingers reached for the edge of her panties at her waist.

"I'll take off your clothes."

Song Xinya grasped his large hands with both of hers, interlocked her fingers with his, and pressed his hands firmly above his head.

He had done this to her before.

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Want to go wild today?"

Song Xinya: "Is it not allowed? Can only you be wild with me?"

Qin Yuhe: "It'll feel really fresh if you go wild once in a while."

Song Xinya: "Okay, then I'll be wild with you this once."

Qin Yuhe's eyes were filled with interest and anticipation.

Song Xinya placed her hands on either side of her cheeks and looked at him, meowing.

Qin Yuhe: "?"

Song Xinya: "We're done being wild."

She rolled over and lay on the other side, her two slender, straight white legs swaying gently.

Qin Yuhe turned to look at her: "That's it?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, that's it."

Qin Yuhe: "Little sister, are you kidding me?"

Song Xinya: "Brother, you're only just finding out? Haha."

She pulled the blanket over herself, closed her eyes, and said, "Go to sleep."

Qin Yuhe reached out and turned off the light, plunging the bedroom into darkness.

After teasing Young Master Qin, Song Xinya prepared to go to sleep peacefully.

In the silvery moonlight, the man's Adam's apple bobbed sharply.

Qin Yuhe pulled the blanket over both of their heads.

He rolled over in bed, slipped his hand inside Song Xinya's collar, and squeezed her tightly.

The Crown Prince's punishment has arrived.

Song Xinya let out a coquettish scream, panting as she cursed him, "You bastard!"

Qin Yuhe: "We've done even more outrageous things."

"Ah~, you~, please stop~, please, brother~"

"You were quite capable when you were making fun of me just now."

"I'm useless, I'm useless, my brother is the most capable, ah~"

"Lie still, don't move, let me play with you."

"No, brother, if you keep doing that, I'll bite you!"

"You're capable of biting it."

The thin blanket rippled and swayed like water as the two people inside moved.

The woman's trembling cries occasionally escaped from inside, intermittent and broken into fragments.

The moonlight, like flowing water, shone into the bedroom through the open window.

The woman's shouts carried through the window, startling the birds resting in the trees, which fluttered their wings and flew away.

.........

The two of them woke up a little late the next day.

Last night, mindful that Qin Yuhe's stitches hadn't been removed yet, the two avoided any strenuous activity.

But Song Xinya was also manipulated by Qin Yuhe for most of the night.

In the morning, when Song Xinya got up and put on her bra, the fabric was already very soft, but she accidentally rubbed it and cried out in pain.

"Beast!"

"demon!"

"shameless!"

Lying on his side, Qin Yuhe opened his eyes: "Who are you cursing?"

Song Xinya had her back to him, her lips slightly pursed: "I didn't name names, why are you so agitated?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's probably because, although someone didn't name names, they were indirectly insulting me."

Song Xinya snorted and looked down at herself.

Last night she whine and plead with him, saying her breasts were swollen, and this time her "dream came true."

Crying and chirping.

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Song Xinya put on her bra, turned around and glared at him: "I'm going downstairs by myself today, I'm not waiting for you."

Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lips: "I'll put some medicine on you to reduce the swelling and pain."

Song Xinya: "I don't want you to apply it."

Qin Yuhe: "You applied it yourself?"

Song Xinya: "Do you have any conscience? You've made me swollen, and you haven't even put any medicine on it."

Qin Yuhe pulled her close, pressed her onto the bed, and pushed up her newly put-on clothes, piling them around her neck.

He picked up the ointment, squeezed it onto his fingertip, and applied it to her face by dabbing, dotting, dotting, dotting.

Song Xinya's instep was tense, her toes curled, her moist lips moved, and her voice trembled: "Don't poke me."

Qin Yuhe: "No poking. This dotting method reduces irritation."

This method... is clearly more stimulating.

Song Xinya bit her lower lip to avoid making any unusual sounds.

After Qin Yuhe applied the medicine, he forcefully pulled down the fabric bulging around her neck to cover it.

Song Xinya: "..."

This is the first time I've seen this way of dressing.

That's so brutal.

The two of them went down to the first floor together.

The four little ones were already sitting at the dining table, their hungry eyes revealing an eager anticipation of being fed.

Qin Yuyan: "Sister-in-law, brother, you got up too late today, which made me late for breakfast."

Qin Yuhe: "Go back to your villa and eat whenever you want."

Qin Yuyan: "I don't think it's a big deal if I'm a little hungrier."

Song Tingye: "The most important things in life are eating and drinking. Love can be taken slowly, but meat must be eaten while it's hot. Sister, brother-in-law, you got up too late and delayed my meal."

"I think we should change our family rules so that the children won't have to wait for adults to come and eat."

Qin Yuhe's sharp gaze swept over him: "How about your sister and I wait for you to eat from now on?"

Song Tingye: "Meat tastes good when it's hot, but it's too hot to eat. I think it's better to eat it cold."

Qin Yuhe looked at the other two children: "Qin Yuyan and Song Tingyou have no objections. As for you two, I am a very open-minded person. If you have any opinions, please speak up. I will definitely not blame you."

Song Tingyou and Jin Ruizhi waved their little hands: "We have no objection, we have no objection."

Qin Yuhe: "Very good, we are such a democratic family."

Everyone began to eat breakfast happily.

After finishing her meal, Song Xinya led Song Tingyou out of the living room to meet Song Tingyou's grandmother.

At the large dining table, everyone else had finished eating, but Song Tingye sat as still as a rock, took out a box of instant noodles, opened it, poured a bowl of beef into it, added two eggs, and made himself a deluxe version of instant noodles.

"Life is short, have another bowl, instant noodles with an egg, and bad luck will be gone."

Song Tingyou asked worriedly, "Brother, won't you get indigestion eating like this?"

Song Xinya: "Don't worry about him. His stomach is made of iron. He'd eat anything that falls from the sky. If a knife rolled around in his stomach, it would be digested and absorbed as nutrients."

Song Tingyou: "Wow, my brother is amazing!"

Song Xinya led Song Tingyou out of the living room, into the Porsche, and drove out of the villa to her grandmother's house.

In the living room, Jin Ruizhi gazed in the direction the two had left, his eyes distant.

Song Tingye came over carrying a bucket of instant noodles, slurping as he went: "Young Master Jin, what are you standing there for? Go study! I'll explain the problems to you and give you a 50% discount. It'll only cost you 100 yuan per problem."

Jin Ruizhi strode out: "Wait for me to come back, then you can explain the problem to me. Now, I have something to do."

Song Tingyou: "What's wrong?"

Jin Ruizhi: "There's something very meaningful I want to do for Song Tingyou..."