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

[Where do you miss me?]

Those four simple words made Song Xinya's fingers tremble as she looked at her phone; something else flashed through her mind...

In the hospital ward, the door was locked from the inside. The woman, with her curvaceous figure and snow-white feet, stood on the floor, her hands gripping the iron railings of the bed tightly.

Her slender waist slumped down, forming a captivating curve with her round, pert buttocks.

The man stood behind her, his tall, muscular body exuding a menacing aura, his muscles bulging with blood, his large, veiny hands gripping her soft waist.

Wild, and lustful.

The ward is a place for patients to rest and recuperate. At this moment, the whole room is filled with the sound of the iron bed shaking, the woman's charming moans, the man's low and heavy breathing, and the intense and hot sounds of collisions... sticky and clear.

A scene of dampness and entanglement flashed through Song Xinya's mind.

Her heart was pounding wildly, pounding uncontrollably.

She hasn't had one since the last time.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't been around for too long, or perhaps it was because Tian Tian brought up this topic tonight, or perhaps it was because she had been drinking; in any case, Song Xinya was a little agitated.

She hadn't even met Qin Yuhe yet, but upon seeing the four words he sent, her body's instincts were almost immediately awakened.

The legs, which were originally standing straight, were now pressed tightly together.

Song Xinya placed her hand on her chest, took a deep breath, and replied to Qin Yuhe:

My heart is thinking of you.

Qin Yuhe's message came in shortly after:

[Doesn't your body want to?]

Song Xinya suspected that Qin Yuhe might have installed a camera in the corridor, and guiltily looked up and glanced around.

[I feel nothing in my body.]

Qin Yuhe: [Really?]

Song Xinya: [Yes.]

Qin Yuhe: [Mrs. Qin, you are frigid.]

A crow flew overhead.

She looked down at her legs, which were pressed together and rubbing against each other.

Is she frigid?

What a joke!

She's more likely to be sexually aroused.

Song Xinya: [I'm not cold; I'm a normal person.]

Qin Yuhe: [Sexual frigidity in normal people.]

Song Xinya couldn't very well take a picture of her legs pressed together and send it to him, so she had no choice but to take the blame.

Qin Yuhe was watching the footage in the bedroom through monitoring software.

The blankets on the double bed were neatly made without a single wrinkle, and the large room was completely empty.

[Haven't you gone home yet? Is it because you're working overtime again today?]

Song Xinya: [Shout "Open Sesame!" towards the door.]

Qin Yuhe stared at the bedroom door in the monitor and shouted, "Open Sesame!"

The tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open, and Song Xinya walked in. She was wearing a white V-neck sleeveless dress, which made her look tall and graceful. She was as fresh and elegant as a white peony in the moonlight.

She bent over, tilted her upper body, smiled sweetly at the camera, and waved.

"Mr. Qin, I'm back."

In the fairy tale "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves," if you shout "Open Sesame" at a cave full of treasures, the stone door will open, and you can go inside and take all sorts of treasures.

Therefore, "Open Sesame" is often used as a metaphor for the key to unlocking the door to wealth.

Looking at the vibrant and sweet smiling face on the screen, Qin Yuhe felt that he had also opened the door to wealth and gained a treasure.

Her precious darling.

Qin Yuhe was charmed by her sweet smile; his deep, stern eyes softened, and a smile appeared on his lips.

In fact, he was extremely busy today, dealing with government officials and negotiating with various winning bidders about profit distribution. In addition to the resort project, the venture capital firm had encountered some thorny issues with its financial business, requiring him to negotiate with foreign capital oligarchs.

Throughout the day, his schedule was meticulously planned down to the second, with all sorts of work scheduled to the brim. Even his meals were eaten within ten minutes during breaks in meetings.

Such high-intensity work, busy, urgent, and stressful, lasting from 6 a.m. to midnight for a full 18 hours, causing machines to malfunction, is the norm for Qin Yuhe.

He took over the family business before he was eighteen and has always lived this kind of life.

It's impossible to say that I'm not tired at all.

But all the fatigue vanished the moment I saw her sweet smile.

Qin Yuhe leaned back in his chair, the back of his head against the backrest, his sharp chin slightly raised, his eyes fixed on the woman on the screen.

"Ya Ya, there are still fifteen days left..."

Song Xinya didn't understand what he was talking about: "What? There are still fifteen days left?"

She walked over to the camera, sat down in a chair, and leaned her upper body towards the camera, her large eyes darting towards it.

Inside the V-neck, there's a deep cleavage, enough to drown your face if you buried it there.

Qin Yuhe ran his fingers over his meticulously tied tie, pulled it down forcefully, and unbuttoned two more buttons, revealing his smooth collarbone and the faint outline of his firm chest muscles.

"In fifteen more days, my abdominal wound will be completely healed..."

Song Xinya understood this time, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted around.

What should I say?

You can't exactly say, "Great, great, your abdominal injury is finally healed, so we can finally have sex without restraint! I'm so happy!"

They are not subtle at all.

She is a very ladylike woman.

Then simply say to him, "Congratulations."

Qin Yuhe: "Congratulations to you too, you no longer have to stay alone in your empty room."

"..." Song Xinya: "I didn't stay alone in my room."

Qin Yuhe: "Then let's use the phrase 'unbearable loneliness'."

It sounds better to be alone in an empty room.

Song Xinya: "Who's alone in an empty room? Who's feeling lonely? I'm perfectly fine sleeping alone. I've never even thought about that kind of thing."

Qin Yuhe asked knowingly, "What kind of thing are you referring to?"

Song Xinya knowingly gave a false answer: "That kind of thing is watching the cartoon 'Peppa Pig,' it's very innocent."

Qin Yuhe: "Is your brain like a winding mountain road with nine bends and eighteen turns? Even a GPS navigation system would get lost in it."

Song Xinya blinked, her expression innocent and naive: "What, was my answer wrong just now?"

Qin Yuhe smiled faintly: "You are a married woman, and you don't even know about the things between husband and wife. This is my dereliction of duty as a husband. After my abdominal injury has fully healed, I will teach you properly in bed, or on the sofa, in the kitchen, in front of the mirror, or at the dining table. I will give you a lesson."

Song Xinya thought to herself, "Oh no, Barbie Q is gone."

She pretended to be naive, and he played along.

Sofa, kitchen, and in front of the mirror—those three places are one thing, she can barely accept them. But what's with the dining table? Is she food?

Song Xinya swallowed hard, startled. "It's late, and I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."

Qin Yuhe: "Go."

Song Xinya asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't want to sleep, I just want to sleep with you."