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

The next day, at noon, Song Xinya still hadn't gotten up.

Qin Yuhe acted very strangely last night.

This is reflected not only in the brutality of the actions, but also in the duration.

He fiddled with her for a long time.

Even as she cried and begged for mercy, his hands continued moving.

The bed sheets in the bedroom are changed every day. Last night, we used champagne gold jacquard fabric, high-precision pearlescent silk, with the ultimate silky smoothness of the highest level. It has the luster of real silk and the softness and breathability of pure cotton. It is noble and elegant, and very comfortable to lie on.

The price is naturally very high.

In the middle of the night, I got soaked and couldn't lie down at all.

Qin Yuhe carried the tear-streaked Song Xinya to the sofa and changed the sheets.

Song Xinya thought this charade would end at the cost of sacrificing a bed sheet.

He carried her to the newly made bed sheets, then leaned over and pressed himself against her, and began to fondle her.

The window was open, and the birds in the tree were frightened away by Song Xinya's delicate and timid crying.

Looking at his wife, who was crying pitifully beneath him, Qin Yuhe had a question lingering in his throat, almost blurting out: Who is more powerful, me or him?

He pressed his thin lips together, clenched his teeth, and forcefully swallowed the words back down his throat.

Actually, after they got their marriage certificate, he knew it wasn't her first time when they made love for the first time after marriage.

How could someone as beautiful as her, with such a slender and graceful figure, have no romantic experience?

Qin Yuhe prides himself on being a man who is not petty and respects all of his partner's past experiences.

After all, he had slept with a woman for one night before getting married.

It wasn't his first time, so naturally he didn't expect it to be her first time either.

However, as they spent more time together, he sometimes couldn't help but wonder who the man she had been with before was.

What kind of person was that man?

Is she taller than him?

Is she more handsome than him?

Is she richer than him?

Is he better than him?

Is there anyone who can make her feel more comfortable than him?

This is probably a man's pride and competitive spirit.

Qin Yuhe attributed his curiosity about her past relationships and affairs to his strong competitive spirit.

When Song Xinya got out of bed, her legs felt as weak as cooked noodles.

When I put my feet on the ground, it felt like I was walking on cotton, with one foot sinking deep and the other shallow.

He was abnormally rough last night.

She seems to be in a bad mood.

He was in a bad mood, why was he taking it out on her?

Animals!

She hadn't provoked him.

Song Xinya felt extremely wronged.

She took a dress from the closet, sat back on the bed, and forcefully flung it across his face with a thud.

Qin Yuhe was asleep when he was woken up by the blow.

Song Xinya swung her clothes again, and with a slap, the hem of her skirt hit Qin Yuhe's face again.

Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it back so that she and her clothes fell into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her firmly against him, not letting her move an inch.

"What are you doing so early in the morning, trying to murder your husband?"

Song Xinya pursed her lips: "What kind of husband treats his wife so badly? I don't even want to talk to you."

Qin Yuhe: "When did I treat you badly? In what way? Explain clearly."

Song Xinya: "In that respect."

Qin Yuhe: "Which aspect are you referring to? Please be more specific."

Song Xinya: "You know you're just asking on purpose, teasing me."

She struggled to sit up, to avoid touching his body.

He tightened his grip, his arms like steel bars, hard and forceful.

Qin Yuhe: "Save your breath. With your strength, if I don't let you get up today, you'll have to stick to me the whole time."

Song Xinya snorted, turned her head, turned the back of her head to him, and rested her cheek on his chest.

Qin Yuhe raised his hand to stroke her soft hair, coaxing her gently, "I didn't satisfy you last night, so you're unhappy?"

What?

That's completely irrelevant.

That's completely irrelevant.

Song Xinya: "That's not what I'm angry about."

Qin Yuhe felt that he hadn't used any force in his hand last night.

Men know that women are delicate, but they don't know just how delicate women are.

Song Xinya: "You're hurting me."

Qin Yuhe: "But I was very happy to hear you call out like that."

Song Xinya blushed and said, "We can't have a conversation like this anymore."

Qin Yuhe: "Why do you always settle scores with me afterward? You were so happy during the process."

Song Xinya: "...I didn't, I didn't."

Qin Yuhe patted her back and said softly, "Okay, you didn't, you didn't."

He helped her sit up and dressed her.

Today, Song Xinya is going to the police station to activate Song Tingyou's household registration and apply for an ID card for Song Tingyou.

She came down from the second floor and saw the four little ones sitting around the table, discussing something enthusiastically.

Song Tingye: "Last night when I was sleeping, I felt a draft, so I opened the window. Guess what happened?"

Qin Yuyan: "A bat flew into your room, wanting to share your bed."

Song Tingyou: "A meteorite fell from the sky and hit you right on the head."

Jin Ruizhi: "What indescribable sounds did you hear?"

Song Tingye pointed at Jin Ruizhi: "Hey, hey, what you said is somewhat close."

Qin Yuyan: "What indescribable sound?"

Song Tingyou: "What indescribable sounds?"

The two spoke in unison, their eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

Song Tingye: "I heard the sound of stray cats in heat."

Jin Ruizhi: "How did you tell that it was the sound of a stray cat in heat?"

Song Tingye: "That voice was so beautiful, like a song, like a lament, melodious and charming, with a hundred turns and twists, it made my heart ache."

Qin Yuyan's big eyes sparkled with curiosity: "The sound of wild cats in heat is so beautiful, I want to hear it too."

Song Tingyou: "I'm a little curious too."

Qin Yuyan: "Xiao Ye, open the window again tonight and listen carefully. If you still hear the sounds of wild cats in heat, record it on your phone and play it for all of us."

Song Tingye readily agreed: "Okay, I'll sleep with the window open tonight and listen to see if any stray cats are still in heat."

Song Xinya felt like she was sitting on pins and needles as she listened to these conversations.

I feel so ashamed to face anyone.

I should have closed the windows last night.

This villa has excellent soundproofing, but with the windows open, what kind of sound can it block out?

Song Tingye continued to ramble on: "Let me tell you, the sound of that little wildcat in heat is just like a human voice. It kept calling all night long. I wonder if its throat hurts."

"Song Tingye!"

Qin Yuhe came down from the second floor and saw Song Xinya's embarrassed face and ears turning red. He strode over to Song Tingye, grabbed Song Tingye by the neck, and lifted him up.

"Have you finished all ten sets of Chinese language tests? Did you write your essay without going off-topic? Can you get first place in the city? Your mouth is more mushy than the dumpling filling chopped by the village auntie, yet it shows how big your mouth is."

Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, why are you reacting so strongly? I didn't say anything about you, and I didn't say anything about my sister."