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

When he said this, Yingjun's face was calm and composed, without any boasting or flattery.

It's as if a husband's kindness to his wife is as natural and expected as breathing.

Song Xinya suddenly understood the true value of a saying: When getting married, you should find someone who is already a good person.

A man who is well-mannered, has principles, and is responsible can't be too bad, no matter how bad he is.

Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe, her gaze lingering on his face, her eyes as soft as spring water, tender and infatuated.

Qin Yuhe looked down at her; her long, straight eyelashes were like fine ink lines, each one distinct, outlining the sharp contours of her eyes.

He chuckled softly, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Song Xinya: "I think you've gone too far."

Qin Yuhe: "??? How did I go too far?"

Song Xinya: "You are too handsome, and I am too infatuated with you."

Qin Yuhe smiled faintly, reached out and pinched her cheek, and said, "I think from now on, you'll be the one knocking on our door."

Song Xinya: "??? Why?"

Qin Yuhe: "Because you are so beautiful, I am so infatuated with you."

He put his arm around her shoulder and led her into the bedroom.

Song Xinya smelled his clean, damp scent: "Did you take a shower downstairs?"

Qin Yuhe: "I thought you were asleep, so I washed up downstairs and came up."

Song Xinya: "I've finished washing up, we can go straight to sleep."

Qin Yuhe lifted the covers and lay down. Song Xinya didn't go around to the other side. She took off her pink slippers next to his blue slippers, climbed onto the bed from the side where he was lying, and crawled over his chest with her buttocks sticking out.

Qin Yuhe watched as the two round, plump peach-shaped buttocks slowly moved away from his eyes.

"What kind of sex position are you in?"

Song Xinya crawled to her side, lifted the blanket and lay down, her fair and smooth leg rubbing against him.

"Didn't you complain that I stepped over your face? So this time I'm crawling."

Qin Yuhe: "When did I ever complain? I like it when you step over my face."

Song Xinya: Really? Then next time I'll step over your face again.

Qin Yuhe: "I'll be waiting."

Song Xinya turned to her side, her pajamas rustling against the blanket. She rested her cheek on her arm, lying on her side and looking at him.

"How come you have this kind of fetish, liking me stepping over your face?"

A rustling sound filled the room again. Qin Yuhe lay on his side, using one arm as a pillow, facing her and saying:

"Because I can admire the view beneath your skirt."

Song Xinya's cheeks flushed red: "If you like admiring grasslands so much, why don't you go to Inner Mongolia to see them?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yours isn't a grassland, it's very clean, it's a small garden that exudes fragrance."

Scalding hot blood surged across Song Xinya's entire face.

Looking at his serious face, she had the illusion that he wasn't talking to her about flirtation, but about national affairs and people's livelihood.

That serious expression and earnest tone are so deceptive.

As she met his gaze and listened to his lewd words, Song Xinya's heart raced.

Flirting is sexual harassment to strangers, but flirting to married couples.

A husband and wife lying in the same bed can't exactly talk about physics, math, or the news.

How boring.

Song Xinya blushed as Qin Yuhe teased her.

She now not only understands his intentions, but also wants to undress him.

But his injuries haven't healed yet.

We can't talk anymore today. If we keep flirting, we'll both feel bad.

Song Xinya turned over, lay flat on her back, and closed her eyes: "Go to sleep. I still have half a bucket of instant noodles left from my dream last night."

A warm, cool masculine scent wafted towards her. Qin Yuhe's hand lifted the hem of her nightgown, slipped inside, and touched her soft waist.

"How about some pre-bedtime exercise?"

Song Xinya: "I thought I didn't want to, but your body can't right now."

Qin Yuhe: "A man cannot tolerate the words 'it'."

Song Xinya: "So what if you can't stand it? You're still no good now."

Qin Yuhe's palm climbed up her waist, burning hot and dangerous, like being roasted by a raging fire.

"What you're saying means that even if it means risking my wound reopening and massive bleeding, I'll still do what you ask."

Song Xinya grabbed his hand that was moving upwards: "Don't do anything reckless. If your wound reopens, I'll be imprisoned for being a femme fatale who brings ruin to the country. It will make me seem like I have such high libido that I can't live without being intimate with a man every day."

She pulled his hand out and threw it aside.

Qin Yuhe lay back on the other side of the bed, his hand covering his eyes: "You definitely don't have a high sex drive, because you're frigid."

Song Xinya was incredulous, shocked, and utterly bewildered!

How could she possibly be frigid!

She went through all that trouble with him, all night long. How could that be frigidity?!

During those sleepless nights, was she sleeping with a dog?

"Don't wrong me. I am a perfectly normal woman, both psychologically and physiologically."

Qin Yuhe: "It would be great if the demand were even greater."

Song Xinya: "...Go to sleep, go to sleep, I'm not talking anymore."

Qin Yuhe rolled over and pinned her down, his large hand once again slipping under her skirt: "Sleeping and being a pervert can happen at the same time."

A moment later, soft moans and panting could be heard from the bedroom...

Song Xinya was manipulated by him for most of the night again...

The next day, when Song Xinya put on her underwear, she moved very carefully, afraid of touching anything, her fair face full of anger: "You've scratched my skin!"

Qin Yuhe: "I feel like I didn't even use any strength. You're too inexperienced."

Song Xinya: "He hurt me and then tried to pin all the blame on me, you cinder man!"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm not trying to shirk responsibility, I genuinely feel like I didn't put in any effort."

Song Xinya: "If you use your mouth too hard, you'll eat a piece of my flesh off."

Qin Yuhe: "No, I don't have the habit of eating human flesh."

Song Xinya: "You haven't eaten enough!"

Qin Yuhe picked up the ointment and applied it to Song Xinya, gently patting it with his fingertips.

"The skin is really broken."

"Now you know how rough you were last night!"

"But you said you really liked it last night."

"Shatap, shut up!"

After applying the ointment, Qin Yuhe helped Song Xinya put on her underwear.

Thin straps hung on her slender shoulders, and his breath fell on her snow-white skin.

He helped her fasten the small buttons on her back.

"I've already had my assistant spread the word to Song Xuanli that the winning company will be announced tomorrow. He should be coming to see you soon."

Song Xinya: "I'm just afraid he won't come."

Qin Yuhe buttoned up a row of small buttons, picked up a white shirt, grasped her arm, and slipped it into the sleeve.

"Time is of the essence. Song Xuanli has no time to negotiate with you anymore. He will agree to your two demands."

After putting on both sleeves, he turned her body around and started buttoning her clothes.

Song Xinya: "What I want is more than just this..."

Qin Yuhe: "What else do you want?"

His well-defined fingers moved from bottom to top, buttoning the shirt one button at a time.

Song Xinya: "I've inquired about it. For children like my sister who were abducted, if they are found again and their previous household registrations haven't been cancelled, they can simply be reinstated."

"Song Xuanli didn't care about us three siblings back then. After my sister went missing, he didn't care at all and was too lazy to go to the police station to cancel my sister's household registration."

"That's perfect. It saves me the trouble of doing a paternity test. All I need to do is get the Song family's household registration book back, go to the police station, and have it reinstated."

Qin Yuhe: "If you go to Song Xuanli to ask for your household registration book, he, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying will definitely make things difficult for you."

Song Xinya: "I know, but I still have to go. My sister can't be without a legal identity. She needs to regain her identity as Song Tingyou."

Qin Yuhe: "You don't need to go to Song Xuanli, I will help you get the Song family's household registration."

Song Xinya: "How do you plan to obtain the Song family's household registration?"

Qin Yuhe: "I have my own methods..."

A way to get Song Xuanli to willingly hand over the Song family's household registration...