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

Chapter 20 Folding her underwear into small squares

Qin Yuhe remained sober throughout the night and took three cold showers.

Because he had a joint meeting between government and business leaders to attend at 7 a.m., he took his third cold shower at 6 a.m., got dressed, and headed to the meeting building.

A tall, imposing man stood beside the wardrobe and opened the door.

The closet originally only contained clothes in black, white, and gray, but now it's filled with many colors that don't belong to him.

She wore a pink T-shirt, a pale yellow shirt, a red skirt, blue jeans, and a violet bra.

His clothes hung together next to his.

Qin Yuhe has obsessive-compulsive disorder and likes to hang clothes of the same color together and then sort them from lightest to darkest color.

At this moment, Song Xinya's colorful clothes were hanging mixed together.

He had a fit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and arranged her clothes in order of color from light to dark.

Qin Yuhe doesn't like hanging underwear in the closet; he prefers to put it in the drawer below.

His long, slender, pale fingers picked up her bra, opened the drawer, and put it inside.

His obsessive-compulsive disorder flared up again. He opened all the cabinets, took out all her bras, folded each bra in half into a small square, and then arranged them in order of color from light to dark before placing them in the drawers.

The small squares were arranged neatly.

After doing all this, Qin Yuhe began to take off his bathrobe and put on his clothes.

The black suit trousers were ironed without a single wrinkle, and the white shirt covered his strong and muscular chest.

His clothes were buttoned up to the top, exuding nobility, refinement, and an air of purity.

With a black tie draped over the back of his neck, just as he was about to tie it, a woman's soft, fragrant scent wafted over him, filling his lungs, and a pair of delicate white hands grasped his tie.

"Mr. Qin, let me tie your tie."

Song Xinya stood face to face with Qin Yuhe, very close, and could feel his hot breath spraying onto her forehead.

His clean, refreshing scent, mixed with the faint fragrance of shower gel, lingered around her upturned nose.

She looked up at him and saw that his thick black hair was half-dry, still damp with moisture.

"Mr. Qin, have you just taken a shower?"

Qin Yuhe gave a nonchalant "hmm".

He didn't mention that he took three cold showers.

That would make him look like a pervert.

He also cares about his image.

While helping him tie his tie, Song Xinya asked, "Why didn't I hear anything when you were showering?"

"I took a shower in the next room so as not to disturb your sleep," Qin Yuhe said, looking at her porcelain-white face. "But it seems I still woke you up."

Song Xinya: "No, I woke up on my own."

He was too tall, and she felt a little tired raising her arms, so she stood on tiptoe.

With her entire weight resting on her toes, she was inevitably unsteady, and her slender body swayed like a willow branch in the wind.

Qin Yuhe supported her lower back with his palm.

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

What he touched in his palm was not the fabric with a rubbing feel, but her smooth, delicate, and burning hot skin.

Skin to skin, his palms instantly felt like they were on fire.

She felt the same way he did; the man's palm was hot and dry, almost burning, as if carrying a subtle electric current. Her skin felt numb and itchy from his touch.

Qin Yuhe's gaze followed her face down and he finally noticed what clothes she was wearing.

From the front, the burgundy nightgown appears to be of a normal size.

But at this moment, the two of them were standing very close. He was very tall, and his perspective was from above, looking down at her.

The neckline was already a deep V, and with the angle from above, Qin Yuhe could see everything.

However, there was only a floor lamp in the room, and the light was dim, making it difficult to make out a hazy, white outline.

Qin Yuhe's hands suddenly felt a little itchy.

I took three cold showers, but it was all for nothing; things have changed again.

Song Xinya didn't notice his gaze fixed on her deep V-neck, because the hand covering her lower back was so hot and getting hotter, she felt as if she were being roasted over a raging fire.

Her movements as she tied his tie betrayed her nervousness, but she was still quite efficient; with a quick pull of her fingers, she tied a Windsor knot.

Her heart was pounding so erratically that she took a step back, creating some distance between them: "Your tie is tied."

The smooth, warm sensation in Qin Yuhe's palm disappeared.

He noticed her practiced Windsor knot tying technique and looked at her with his dark eyes, saying, "Did you practice tying ties before?"

Song Xinya replied truthfully, "I have practiced it specifically."

Qin Yuhe's jawline tightened as he said, "That man is truly blessed."

Song Xinya: "That man is my brother."

Qin Yuhe's eyes were slightly upturned at the corners.

Song Xinya: "My younger brother, as an outstanding student representative of the whole school, participated in the International Model United Nations Conference for high school students. He needed to wear a suit and tie, so I specifically practiced the Windsor knot."

"Hmm," Qin Yuhe's tense jawline softened.

He paused for a moment, then said, "I didn't know my younger brother's grades were so good."

Song Xinya: "I'm a bit unbalanced in my subjects. I can get full marks in math, but sometimes I only barely pass Chinese."

Qin Yuhe: "He's quite like me."

This time it was Song Xinya's turn to be surprised. She asked unexpectedly, "Did you also have an uneven academic performance when you were in school?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm biased; I never get tired of the subjects I like, but I get annoyed just looking at the subjects I don't like."

Song Xinya smiled with a sense of novelty. She never expected that the seemingly perfect and composed young master Qin would have such a willful and unruly side during his school days. It was a charming contrast.

Qin Yuhe: "However, even though I was severely unbalanced in my studies during my school years, I still consistently ranked first in my grade in every exam."

Song Xinya: "Then you're better than my brother. Sometimes when my brother's essays go off-topic, reaching the summit of Mount Everest and then taking a detour to the Pacific Ocean, he still gets second place in the grade."

Qin Yuhe said with amusement, "When your younger brother gets up, remember to tell him to learn more from his brother-in-law."

Song Xinya said earnestly, "Okay, I've got it."

Qin Yuhe smiled slightly. He was just joking, but she took it as if she had received an imperial edict.

The phone rang; it was his assistant calling to remind Qin Yuhe that it was time to leave for a meeting.

Qin Yuhe gently squeezed her fair arm: "I'm leaving. It's still early. You can go back to sleep."

Song Xinya: "I'll take you."

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her: "No need. There's an assistant standing outside the door. I don't want anyone to see you like this."

Song Xinya realized that she was still wearing sexy lingerie.

She turned around, pulled out her bathrobe, and put it on, covering herself completely.

Qin Yuhe's tall and handsome figure walked out, and she jogged after him.

The light robe's hem fluttered in a beautiful arc in the dim light.

Qin Yuhe stopped abruptly as he reached the door.

Song Xinya couldn't brake in time and bumped into his back.

Her pert nose bumped against his hard back, a wave of pain washing over her. Tears welled in her eyes, and she whimpered from her red lips, "Mmm, you're so hard."

Qin Yuhe smiled, turned around, reached out and hooked his arm around her waist, picked her up and walked towards the double bed.

He held Song Xinya in his arms, her cheek pressed against his strong chest, her body enveloped by his scent, and she momentarily forgot the pain in her nose.

Qin Yuhe walked to the bedside, lifted his leg, and nudged her buttock with his knee: "Hold my neck with both hands."

Song Xinya's body jerked upwards, her heart skipped a beat, and she pressed her graceful body against his chest, her soft arms encircling the back of his neck, her warm body temperature flowing between them.

Qin Yuhe supported her legs with one hand and released his arms from her back: "I'll go lift the covers."

Song Xinya's upper body was suspended in the air, supported entirely by the arms wrapped around his neck.

He lifted the blanket while still holding her, why didn't he put her down?

He leaned down, and her body followed.

Song Xinya felt like a baby kangaroo clinging to its mother.

He pulled back the covers, put her on the bed, covered her with the covers, and tucked the corners of the covers in.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes deep and intense, and Song Xinya felt her cheeks burning.

Suddenly, he leaned down and pressed himself against her, his thin, red lips brushing against her ear as he whispered:

"Mrs. Qin, let's save those three words for when we're doing our business."

Those three words...

Song Xinya was stunned for a moment, then realized what those three words he meant, and her face flushed red.