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

The next day, Song Xinya gloriously missed breakfast.

Because Qin Yuhe had exhausted her the night before, pushing her to the brink of death, her body was worn out from wave after wave of extreme pleasure. She was so tired that she couldn't get up until 1 p.m.

I also gloriously missed lunch.

The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and when the wind blew, the branches swayed gently in the bright light and shadow.

Song Xinya lay on the bed, half-asleep, her eyes barely open, not yet fully awake.

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Qin Yuhe walked in, dressed in a sharp suit.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked very formal.

Hearing the door open, Song Xinya pouted, ignored it, and slid her naked body down into the blanket, burying her head in it, not even leaving him a glimpse of the back of her head.

Qin Yuhe smiled silently and walked to the bedside.

"Others have morning grumpiness, but why do you have post-coital grumpiness? You yell, shout, and spray while you're doing it, but then you get angry the next day."

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to lift the blanket covering her head.

Song Xinya wrapped herself up tightly, gripping the blanket tightly with both hands.

He pulled forward, she pulled back, and the two had a tug-of-war.

Qin Yuhe smiled speechlessly: "So energetic, it seems I went easy on you last night."

Under the covers, Song Xinya rolled her eyes.

Doesn't this person have any shame? If he had "gone easy" on her, would she still be unable to get up at 1 p.m.?

Qin Yuhe stroked the blanket covering her head with his fingers, gently, one stroke at a time, like stroking a cat's fur.

"I bought you your favorite strawberry cream cake, topped with a generous layer of freshly picked strawberries. If you had gotten up late, Song Tingye would have eaten it all."

After saying that, he reached out and lifted the blanket again, easily pulling it off.

The woman had her eyes closed, her face was fair and translucent, her skin was rosy and glowing, and her slightly swollen, bright red lips were pouting, showing her displeasure.

Actually, Song Xinya wasn't unhappy; to be precise, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

As Qin Yuhe said, during the act, she felt blissfully happy, but afterwards, she complained to him, saying his actions were too rough, his methods were too varied, and his time was too long.

It's a bit like this: picking up the bowl to eat, then putting it down to curse your father.

The joy in it was real.

The anger afterwards was genuine.

Qin Yuhe reached out and touched her face: "Are you getting up or not?"

Song Xinya turned her head to the side and gave a cool "humph".

Of course, this "cool" is just her own opinion.

To Qin Yuhe, it sounded like a spoiled child.

A thought struck him, and he lowered his head to kiss her closed eyes.

Song Xinya frowned and kicked the blanket with her legs to show her dissatisfaction.

Qin Yuhe grabbed her slender waist with both hands and pulled her into his arms, saying, "If you don't get up, there won't be a single bite of the strawberry cake left."

Song Xinya: "My arms are sore, I can't lift them up."

It means: You dress me.

Qin Yuhe naturally understood the meaning behind her words. He embraced her naked, fair body, kissed her lips, and said in a gentle and doting tone, "I'll help you get dressed."

He dressed her in a long, gray dress that covered her from head to toe, not even showing her ankles.

Standing in front of the mirror, Song Xinya felt like she looked like an earthworm: "What kind of taste do you have? Where did you find these ugly clothes?"

Qin Yuhe: "Where is it ugly? I think you look great in it."

Song Xinya: "It looks good, you should wear one too, and we'll be earthworms together."

Qin Yuhe pushed her forward, saying, "The strawberry cake is almost gone."

Song Xinya secretly complained to herself, "I look so handsome, and you make me look so ugly. Humph, you bad man."

Upon arriving on the first floor, Song Xinya saw the strawberry cake perfectly intact on the table.

Song Tingye would steal glances at the strawberry cake every now and then, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Because Qin Yuhe had already warned him that the cake was made for Song Xinya and that he shouldn't eat it.

Song Xinya sat at the table as the maid brought out the food.

Qin Yuhe sat down next to her and tossed the strawberry cake aside: "Let's eat first."

Song Xinya: "I want to eat strawberry cake first."

Qin Yuhe: "Let's eat first."

Song Xinya: "I just want to eat strawberry cake first."

Qin Yuhe: "I can only take one bite first."

Song Xinya: "Eat eight bites first."

Qin Yuhe: "Then don't eat a single bite."

Song Xinya: "Just one bite at a time."

Qin Yuhe picked up a serrated knife, cut a small piece of cake, and placed the biggest, reddest strawberry on top, then gave it to her to eat.

Song Xinya ate the strawberry in one bite and swallowed the cake in another.

They give you a free bite after you eat it, and you make a profit.

The strawberry cake was on Qin Yuhe's side, so Song Xinya couldn't sneak a bite. She gave up her idea and started eating in peace.

After the meal, she held a cake fork in each hand, her index fingers twitching as she devoured the strawberry cake.

The cake was exquisitely made and delicious, but it was small in size, and Song Xinya finished it in just a few bites.

She looked at Qin Yuhe expectantly, still wanting more, and asked, "Why didn't you buy me a bigger one?"

Qin Yuhe: "Eating too many sweets will cause worms to grow on your teeth."

Song Xinya: "..."

Do you treat me like a child?

Qin Yuhe: "Aren't you a child? What adult would throw a tantrum in bed and refuse to get up, and then have someone else dress her?"

Song Xinya had nothing to say.

She patted her bottom and stood up: "I'm going upstairs to change my clothes. I'm going out today."

When she came downstairs after changing her clothes, she was surprised to see that Qin Yuhe hadn't gone to the study to work, but was still sitting at the dining table.

She looked at his sharp suit and neatly tied tie and asked, "Are you going to the company?"

Qin Yuhe: "The stitches on my abdomen haven't been removed yet. Walking for too long will pull on the wound, so I won't go."

Song Xinya: "Do you have a video conference to attend?"

Qin Yuhe: "It will begin in one minute."

Song Xinya: "Then why don't you hurry up and go to the study?"

Qin Yuhe's cold gaze was fixed on her, then swept over her.

She dressed up carefully today, wearing an off-the-shoulder dress that showed off her beautiful neck, collarbone, and shoulders.

The long dress featured a cinched waist, perfectly showcasing her slender figure.

Her cascading hair was styled into an updo, making her neck appear even longer and fairer.

Her charming and radiant face was adorned with tasteful light makeup, coral red lipstick on her lips, and pearl earrings on her ears, giving her a mature woman's allure and sexiness.

Qin Yuhe's long, straight eyelashes lowered, concealing the sharp glint in his eyes: "Where to?"

Song Xinya: "Let's have a cup of coffee."

Qin Yuhe gritted her teeth as she went to have coffee with a man.

Song Xinya glanced at her watch: "Your video conference has started, hurry up or you'll be late."

Qin Yuhe stood up, tall and imposing, exuding a cold and austere atmosphere.

Song Xinya walked towards the door, and he strode after her, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her back.

Her back bumped against his chest, and his hands gripped her fair shoulders, the touch burning hot.

He lay on her neck, his red lips sucking on her smooth skin, his teeth grinding together as he bit down hard.

Like being pricked by tiny, dense thorns at once, pain mixed with a tingling numbness suddenly struck, and Song Xinya's body tensed up abruptly.

"Qin Yuhe..."

The voice pleaded, tinged with pleas for mercy.

Qin Yuhe released her, glanced at her neck, and smiled slightly: "Go."

Take the strawberry I sucked and bitten, and go see other men...