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

What makes her feel good!

She didn't even ask him for it, yet he was already offering to make her feel good.

It was pleasurable.

One second she was applying moisturizer to her legs, the next she was being placed on the dressing table.

Song Xinya panicked and braced herself on the dressing table behind her, her ample bosom thrusting forward.

"etc……"

The light reflected in Qin Yuhe's dark eyes, as if carrying a scorching heat.

"What are you waiting for?"

Song Xinya: "I'm not ready yet."

Qin Yuhe: "What do you need to prepare? Showering, bathing, changing clothes—you've already done all those preludes to going to bed."

Song Xinya's back was against the mirror, which felt cold to the touch. Because her body was leaning against it, her legs were held up in mid-air by Qin Yuhe's hands. Her buttocks were not firmly planted, and her entire body was not stable. She felt as if she might slip off the dressing table at any moment.

As a result, her heart was also unsettled and was beating very fast.

Song Xinya: "This is a dressing table!"

Qin Yuhe: "I can't tell this is a dressing table?"

She knew he understood what she meant: "Don't be here."

She knew that his deliberate question indicated that he intended to stay there.

These past few days, he's been acting very domineeringly in this kind of thing.

Song Xinya looked up and saw his Adam's apple bobbing up and down very slightly, the sharp Adam's apple rolling out a sexy curve in the thin layer of skin.

Her face was as red as if she had a fever.

"Don't do anything reckless."

Qin Yuhe stared at her intently, his eyes unblinking, filled with a certain ambition to win.

"What exactly constitutes recklessness? Give me a definition."

Song Xinya: "It's just..."

Her gaze followed his Adam's apple downwards.

Because she had struggled while he was holding her, her hands had flung open his bathrobe, revealing his muscular chest and faintly visible abs.

"Your abdominal wound hasn't been stitched up yet, so you can't exert yourself."

Qin Yuhe: "Did I say we were going to fight for real?"

He usually appears aloof and ascetic, but when he talks to her in private, he is always so frank and direct.

Song Xinya hasn't gotten used to it yet; he might blurt out some inappropriate or vulgar words at any moment.

She looked at his hand that was gripping her thigh, his well-defined fingers sinking into her soft flesh, leaving long, narrow indentations.

He said he wouldn't do it, but he wouldn't let go of her either.

Song Xinya: "What do you mean?"

Qin Yuhe: "Same as yesterday."

Song Xinya understood and asked, "Why not go to bed?"

Qin Yuhe: "Unlock new location."

Song Xinya: "It's not like we're actually doing it, why do we need to unlock this?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'll make up for it here later, for the real thing."

Song Xinya felt that she had fallen into his trap again.

His hands roamed freely over her thighs, carefully feeling the texture of her skin. Her already delicate and smooth skin became even more radiant and tender after applying moisturizer.

Why did I suddenly think of putting moisturizer on my legs?

Song Xinya: "The weather was a bit dry today, so I applied some."

Qin Yuhe: "Is that really the reason?"

Song Xinya: "Otherwise, what other reason could it be?"

Qin Yuhe: "That's probably the best reason."

He's been acting a bit strange these past few days.

Song Xinya: "This is inexplicable."

Qin Yuhe pinched her thigh, and her snow-white skin was stained with the bright red of winter plum blossoms.

"Ahhh!" she screamed.

On a whim, he pinched her again.

Her two legs, one on each side, were tinged with the vibrant red of winter plum blossoms, creating a perfect symmetry.

Song Xinya trembled as if struck by lightning, and groaned, "Don't do this..."

A soft, delicate moan escaped her throat; it was less a refusal and more an intoxicating invitation.

There's a saying in Tian Tian Circle that's very true: Song Xinya is especially delicate and pitiful in front of Qin Yuhe, with a soft and charming demeanor.

Women generally admire strength. Qin Yuhe is powerful, capable, and noble. Whether in terms of appearance, family background, or personal ability, he is an outstanding person. In front of him, Song Xinya is like a person standing in a vast desert. She always feels very small and has a natural sense of obedience and submission to him.

This psychological sense of submission and obedience manifests in outward body language as a delicate and alluring softness.

Song Xinya's breathing trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked at him with moist eyes, like a seductive fox, charming and alluring.

Qin Yuhe's hard body pressed between her legs, getting an inch closer to her.

"Look at you, you don't look like you don't want it at all, you're clearly begging me to give it to you."

His hand began to search downwards...

The bedroom was lit by a dim, yellow light, the light ambiguous, and her legs, which had just been coated with shower gel, exuded a delicate rose fragrance.

Qin Yuhe is a man of his word; if he said he would make his wife happy, he would definitely make her happy.

When Song Xinya was thrown to the clouds, she was in a daze. Her arms, which were supporting her on the dressing table, were weak and powerless. Her body collapsed, knocking the bottles and jars on it to the ground.

Toner, lotion, moisturizer, sunscreen, face mask... all fell off the vanity.

The white plush carpet on the floor caught anything that fell, preventing the room from becoming muddy.

Song Xinya, lying on the dressing table, was covered in mud...

.........

The next day, even the sun shining brightly couldn't wake Song Xinya; she slept until 2 PM.

On days when she's not working, Song Xinya feels like she spends half her time in bed.

I'm either sleeping in bed or being messed with in bed.

The culprit's schedule was not affected at all; Qin Yuhe still got up at six o'clock in the morning to start his day's work.

When Song Xinya went downstairs, she saw Qin Yuhe sitting in the living room working.

She asked in confusion, "Why don't you go to your study to work?"

Qin Yuhe looked up from the computer and turned to look at her intently: "So that I can see you at a glance."

Waking up to sweet nothings is a delightful experience.

Song Xinya smiled and ran to his side in her high heels, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek.

Qin Yuhe was pleasantly surprised: "It's rare that you didn't have any lingering irritability after waking up today."

Song Xinya buried her face in his neck and rubbed against him, muttering coquettishly, "I'm still angry."

Qin Yuhe: "What's wrong with you? Did I make you feel too good?"

Song Xinya opened her mouth and bit his neck: "All you ever do is show off how great you are."

Qin Yuhe: "Am I not amazing?"

Song Xinya: "99 points is amazing."

Qin Yuhe: "Where is the remaining one-point difference?"

Song Xinya: "I'm afraid you'll become arrogant."

She nuzzled against his neck, her lips, cheeks, and the tip of her nose, affectionately rubbing against his skin.

Qin Yuhe felt as if a cute little fox was lying on his neck.

After cuddling and cuddling with Qin Yuhe for a while, Song Xinya finally remembered to look around the living room.

Where did the four little ones go?

Qin Yuhe: "I sent them to the servants' quarters."

Song Xinya: "President Qin is so cold-hearted."

Qin Yuhe: "A strict father produces a proud son."

Song Xinya laughed and said, "Taking advantage of someone else's child and calling yourself their father."

On second thought, Song Tingye and Song Tingyou were also among the four little ones. If those two called Qin Yuhe "Dad," then wouldn't she be saying, "I have to call you Dad too?"

Qin Yuhe drawled out, "Eh—"

Song Xinya leaned over his neck and bit him again.

She turned to leave, but he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his embrace. He then bit and sucked a small hickey on the other side of her neck.

As the two were embracing and flirting, Song Tingyou walked out of a room and looked up to see—

Qin Yuhe reached his hand under Song Xinya's skirt, and Song Xinya giggled.