Strange in public! Addicted in private! Pampered every night.

Qin Yuhe braced his arms on either side of Song Xinya's body.

Noticing that she was too tense, he talked to her, gently comforting her, his deep voice hoarse from being soaked in desire.

"Why are you home so late today?"

Song Xinya lay there with her eyes closed, her rosy cheeks buried in the pillow, her delicate body soft and boneless, like a pool of spring water scalded by the blazing sun.

"I went for a tutoring interview."

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her snow-white back, the smooth strands shimmering with a silky sheen, swaying back and forth on her flawless back with his movements.

He lowered his head and kissed her hair.

"How did the interview go?"

His warm, moist lips pressed against her hair, tenderly caressing her, making her feel cherished and pampered.

Her heart was pounding so hard she was practically screaming.

"The interview... um... went pretty well..."

Qin Yuhe swept her hair, which was spread across her back, to one side, revealing her slender neck and her fair, jade-like back. He buried his face in the warm, smooth crevice of her neck, stroking and caressing her as he moved down.

"Male or female?"

Song Xinya's rationality was churning in a bottomless vortex, her brain short-circuited by a dense electric current, and she couldn't immediately understand what his words meant.

"What do you mean, male or female?"

Qin Yuhe knew that Song Xinya mainly did college entrance exam tutoring. He was a high school boy, not quite an adult yet. Although he was not yet an adult from a legal point of view, from a physiological point of view, his functions were fully developed and he had all the necessary abilities.

"Are your students male or female?"

too hot.

It's so hot.

Although the room was equipped with a constant temperature system, keeping the temperature at 22 degrees Celsius, Song Xinya still felt hot, as if a fire was burning inside her body while her body was being scorched by his excessively high body temperature.

Her flushed face lifted from the pillow, her slender neck arched beautifully, and her eyelashes trembled.

"A woman."

"Hmm," Qin Yuhe's voice was no longer as cold and tense as before, and the tone at the end revealed a hint of relaxation.

His fingers twirled a strand of her hair, entwining it around his fingertips, the movement languid and unhurried, like a helmsman controlling the course of a ship, with absolute control.

His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, like smoke and mist, slowly sliding down his pale fingers, tracing the bulging veins on the back of his hand.

"How are the grades of the student you're tutoring?"

"My math grades are a bit low."

"How bad is it?"

"You got 8 points."

Qin Yuhe chuckled. This girl was just as good as his silly sister.

Before she even started doing anything, Song Xinya was so nervous that she was covered in sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

Qin Yuhe asked with a knowing smile, "Why are you sweating so much?"

Song Xinya: "...You...you didn't know...?"

Qin Yuhe laughed and said, "I don't know."

He did it on purpose.

Song Xinya discovered that the seemingly aloof and celibate Crown Prince was quite wicked at times like this.

His deep voice coaxed her, "Mrs. Qin, tell me why. Is it because of me, hmm?"

Song Xinya didn't want to answer the question he was deliberately trying to provoke.

Just then, her phone, which was on the bedside table, rang. She reached for it, pretended to be busy, and tried to distract herself.

There wasn't anything particularly noteworthy; it was just a news item that popped up.

Whatever comes out right now is Song Xinya's lifeline.

She was looking at her phone "very seriously".

Qin Yuhe leaned over her from behind, his gaze fixed on the phone screen in her hand.

Why watch the news at a time like this?

She's actually watching the news at a time like this!

Is it because he didn't work hard enough?

Qin Yuhe asked in a deep, cold voice, "Didn't your teacher teach you to concentrate when doing problems?"

Song Xinya lied and said, "I never taught her."

Qin Yuhe took the phone from her hand and put it back on the bedside table with a crisp click that was captivating.

"Your teacher didn't teach you this, but as your husband, I will."

He pressed down on top of him.

Her red lips parted slightly, her eyes were alluring, more beautiful than the sunset.

Only the bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, and invisible sparks floated everywhere in the dim light. Every wisp of air was ignited, and flames shot into the sky with a roar, the tongues of fire leaping and burning, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Two ships, adrift on the sea, collided and shattered in a fierce storm. Their hearts pounded wildly because of each other, and they sank together, utterly lost...

.........

Morning light streamed through the window, casting shimmering, golden shadows along the edge of the bed.

The alarm clock rang loudly three times in the morning, but it failed to wake Song Xinya.

Qin Yuhe was already dressed neatly, in a white shirt and black suit pants; the black suit exuded a composed and dignified air.

He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, his dark eyes filled with a faint smile and tenderness.

He stroked her face with his fingers and pinched it.

The sleeping girl did not react at all.

Qin Yuhe reached out and pinched her nose.

Song Xinya was literally woken up by suffocation.

In her sleep, she felt as if she had suddenly fallen into water, her nose became useless, and she couldn't breathe.

Instinct drove her to open her mouth to survive, gasping for air as she struggled to wake up.

Then she saw Qin Yuhe pinching her nose.

What is this person doing?

Song Xinya, still a little groggy from just waking up, was more daring than usual, like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.

She's never been one to suffer a loss; if someone pinches her nose, of course she'll pinch it back.

She sat up in bed, the thin silk quilt draped down her smooth skin and piled up around her slender waist.

She reached out and pinched his nose.

A girl's fingertips are soft, like cotton, but more resilient, warm, and delicate.

Having successfully "taken revenge," her bright, foxy eyes gleamed with cunning, and her beautiful face shone with a lively and vibrant energy.

Qin Yuhe neither dodged nor avoided, letting her pinch him.

After a brief moment of smugness, Song Xinya's dazed mind began to regain its rationality. The moment she met his gaze, it was as if she had suddenly gained enlightenment and became completely awake.

She hurriedly released her grip on his nose: "Mr. Qin, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

Qin Yuhe's gaze followed her nervous little face down, past the continuous mountain peaks, and slid to her waist.

"Mrs. Qin, before you apologize to me, shouldn't you put on some clothes first?"

Song Xinya's brain suddenly went blank, and she immediately grabbed the blanket and covered her chest.

Her face flushed red: "Turn around!"

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow slightly. They were already husband and wife, so why couldn't he look at her?

He thought about himself; if she wanted to see him, he would show her any part of him without hesitation.

The difference in thinking between men and women means that men have never felt ashamed in this regard.

Song Xinya pulled the blanket up and lay back down in bed.

The phone on the bedside table sounded its alarm again, loud and noisy.

Song Xinya stretched her fair arm out from under the covers, picked up her phone and glanced at it. If she didn't get up soon, she would be late.

As a new employee, being late on your second day of work is not good; it will give others something to talk about.

"I'm up," Song Xinya said, wrapped in a thin blanket, and dashed into the bathroom, looking rather like she was fleeing in panic.

She was not wearing anything at the moment.

She was only wrapped in a small blanket.

There was no way to wash up while wrapped in a blanket. Song Xinya looked around the bathroom; there were no pajamas there.

There was a white shirt that Qin Yuhe had changed out of last night.

Song Xinya put the blanket she was wearing aside, picked up Qin Yuhe's white shirt, and smelled the lingering scent of the man. It was faint, not strong, but exceptionally alluring.

He was tall, and his oversized white shirt draped over her slender body, hanging loosely over her hips, revealing two straight, slender legs that were tender and dazzlingly white.

She was wearing his white shirt, and she smelled of him.

Song Xinya stood in front of the mirror and looked carefully down her chest.

There is a slight bulge, but it's not too bad; the shirt is loose and oversized, so it's not very noticeable.

At least I have some clothes to wear.

She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and after finishing her routine, stood at the bathroom door.

Qin Yuhe is so busy, at this time, Song Xinya told herself that he must have already left.

She opened the bathroom door and walked out, where she saw Qin Yuhe.

A flicker of interest crossed his eyes the moment he saw her wearing his white shirt.

Qin Yuhe's gaze was not intentionally set on Song Xinya's chest.

I intended to just skim over it, but something was just too conspicuous...