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

"Hiss—" Qin Yuhe chuckled, his meaning ambiguous.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Xinya scrutinized his expression. "I'm telling you something very serious."

Qin Yuhe sat on the bed, the fabric of his pajamas rubbing against the sheets with a rough sound.

"I know that preparing for pregnancy is a very serious matter, and I will take it very seriously and actively cooperate with you."

Song Xinya carefully observed every expression on Qin Yuhe's face, and felt that there was something profound in them.

She remembered a short video she had seen while searching for information about preparing for pregnancy online.

One of the women complained about her husband, saying she wanted to have a child with him and had devised a plan to conceive: during the seven days of ovulation, she would have sex with her husband three times a day.

Her husband refused.

The reason is: her husband said that it was too much to ask him to do it three times a day.

So that woman made a video and asked her fellow women:

Is it really that hard for my husband to make love to me three times a day?

It's just that during the seven days of ovulation, my husband has to do it three times a day. It's not like it's 365 days a year, three times every day. Is that so difficult? Is it extremely difficult? Is it particularly difficult?

The key point is that her husband is only twenty-four years old this year.

At the end of the video, the woman posed a thought-provoking question: "Sisters, what are your husbands like? Can't they do it three times a day?"

Song Xinya reviewed the video, pondered for a moment, and looked at Qin Yuhe, saying, "Don't you think it's a bit too much to ask you to do it at least four times a day for seven consecutive days?"

"Hiss—" Qin Yuhe laughed again.

This time it was louder than the last.

Qin Yuhe leaned against the headboard, his posture relaxed and his long legs stretched out naturally.

Song Xinya lifted her skirt slightly, her fair thighs passing in front of Qin Yuhe's eyes. She then knelt on him, her buttocks pressing against his thighs.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, looked straight at him with exceptional gentleness and consideration, and said with a look of concern for him, "If you feel that making you do it four times a day for seven consecutive days is too much for you, we can discuss this."

Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to look at her: "I just think it's too much for you to do it at least four times in seven consecutive days."

Song Xinya: "No, there's no such thing as land that's been over-cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion."

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "When we officially get down to business, I hope you can be just as confident."

The girl who usually cries and begs for mercy after only two tries is now worried about him. I really don't know where she gets her confidence from. Doesn't she have any self-awareness?

She even said that during the seven-day ovulation period, you have to have sex with him at least four times every day.

hiss--

Great, words, not ashamed.

Qin Yuhe's laughter just now was directed at this young girl for her arrogant and boastful words.

At this moment, Song Xinya had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. She said to Qin Yuhe, "Since you think there is no problem, then let's make a happy decision. From now on, during my ovulation period every month, for seven consecutive days, we will have to do it at least four times a day."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm really looking forward to it."

Song Xinya moved her hips from his thighs to the sheets, lifted the blankets, and lay down in bed, her face beaming with the joy of having finalized the matter.

"Everything is ready. We'll begin once your abdominal wound has healed!"

Qin Yuhe: "The way you put it, I've been looking forward to it for ages."

Song Xinya: "..."

He seems a bit sarcastic and unsettling.

Song Xinya lay there, tilting her head back to look at Qin Yuhe. Her neck was stretched and smooth, revealing a long and slender line, and her chest was covered in a patch of snow-white skin.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Qin Yuhe remained seated casually: "Wait a minute."

"I won't sleep yet, I'll study later."

Song Xinya got out of bed and picked up a book from the bedside table.

Good Pregnancy Begins with the Egg

—A scientific guide to precisely improving egg quality for successful conception.

Qin Yuhe glanced at the book in her hand, then at the three remaining books on the bedside table.

A New Approach to Perfect Conception

Say goodbye to anxiety about preparing for pregnancy, and learn about healthy births from experts at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Bedtime Prenatal Education Stories for Expectant Mothers

—The perfect bedside book for prenatal education, allowing you to feel the boundless power of maternal love.

Encyclopedia of Newborn and Infant Care

With expert advice, you can feel confident in caring for your newborn.

Qin Yuhe's lips curled up slightly. She wasn't even pregnant yet, and she was already thinking about what would happen after the baby was born.

He picked up the calendar placed next to him, flipped through it, and saw that the next four months of the year—September, October, November, and December—were all circled in red for seven days.

His gaze swept across the bedside table, and Qin Yuhe saw a calendar for next year.

Upon opening the calendar, I discovered that seven days from January to December were circled in red on next year's calendar.

Qin Yuhe chuckled, "Mrs. Qin, are you preparing for a protracted battle with me?"

Song Xinya looked up from the book "Good Pregnancy Begins with the Egg" and replied, "Yes."

No one can predict when it comes to pregnancy. Some women get pregnant on their first try, some try for eight months without success, and some try for four or five years without success. But just when they're feeling hopeless and have given up all hope, lo and behold, they suddenly get pregnant.

Everyone is different; they are all unique.

Therefore, Song Xinya made various preparations and was prepared for a protracted battle.

Qin Yuhe said with a smirk, "A protracted war isn't bad either."

Could Song Xinya not guess what he was thinking? He just wanted to do it a few more times.

She said, "I don't want to fight you for eight years. It would be best to hit the mark on the first try."

Qin Yuhe: "That depends on how fertile your land is."

Song Xinya: "No, fertile land alone is useless; the most important thing is how powerful a man's bullets are."

Qin Yuhe: "I will take good care of my body for the next month. When the battle officially begins, I will prove to you how powerful my bullets are."

Song Xinya reminded him, "You can't smoke or drink alcohol lately."

Qin Yuhe doesn't smoke. He's a clean freak, disliking both the smell of smoke and the smell of smoke on his body.

As for alcohol, it's inevitable to drink a little when socializing.

But now that his wife is taking preparing for pregnancy so seriously, he naturally wants to respect her wishes and be serious about it with her: "I won't drink anymore."

Song Xinya turned to him and, as if rewarding him, gave him a loud kiss on the face: "Good boy."

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow and looked at her, saying, "I've been good, now it's your turn to be good, isn't it?"

Song Xinya sat cross-legged, her small frame upright, her eyes fixed on the book "Good Pregnancy Begins with the Egg": "I've always been a good girl."

Qin Yuhe checked the time; it was 10 p.m.

In the past, he would return to his bedroom from his study at 11 p.m., but today he came back at 10 p.m.

He came back an hour early, not just to sit idly with her.

Song Xinya was engrossed in reading "Which position with your husband is more conducive to getting pregnant"...

Suddenly, her hand went empty; the book had been snatched away by Qin Yuhe.

He placed the book on the bedside table, turned around, wrapped his arms around her fragrant and soft body, and pushed her down onto the bed.

The man's body was strong, powerful, and hot, forcefully and domineeringly suppressing her.

"I'm going to Shanghai on a business trip tomorrow, let's spend some quality time together tonight."

Song Xinya: "What are you being so lovey-dovey about? You're still not fully recovered."

Qin Yuhe's hand reached inside her shirt, his movements somewhat ruthless, his rough palm grinding heavily against her jade-like skin: "Let me have some fun."

Song Xinya struggled to breathe, gasping for air: "No way."

Qin Yuhe put it another way: "I'll give you a good service."

Song Xinya obediently breathed, "Okay."

Qin Yuhe smiled.

He lifted the hem of her shirt and buried his entire head inside...