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

Chapter 25 Sleeping in pants is inconvenient

Marriage certificates have a kind of magic; once you get one, a woman has the obligation to sleep with a man.

Song Xinya didn't say anything more and readily accepted Qin Yuhe's request to sleep together.

However, she was still a little uncomfortable being pressed against by a man...

Tian Tianquan even suggested that she go to the urology department to make an appointment for Qin Yuhe, but that was completely unnecessary; he was perfectly energetic.

The two of them didn't do anything, they just hugged, and that's how he got.

We're in Grandma's room at the nursing home right now, and Grandma and my brother are sleeping in the same room.

Song Xinya remained motionless, afraid to move, lying stiffly on her side in the same position.

She wasn't bold enough to start a fight with him when there were two other people in the room.

That kind of thing makes a sound...

As Song Xinya tried her best to remain calm, suddenly, a large hand that was across her waist began to slide down her waistline.

The darkness was silent, and the man's breathing was deep and sensual.

Qin Yuhe's voice rang out in the thick darkness: "Why are you wearing pants today?"

He said, with a hidden meaning, "It's inconvenient to sleep in pants."

This bed isn't very sturdy; it creaks and groans when you turn over even slightly.

Qin Yuhe knew this, so he didn't make a big fuss, and his hands that had been stroking her body earlier were still relatively restrained.

This resulted in his hand groping around her waist for a long time, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot; he couldn't manage to get it inside.

Song Xinya chuckled to herself; wearing skinny jeans today was a good choice.

Perhaps because he was not satisfied, Qin Yuhe suddenly tightened his grip on her arms, holding her even tighter.

Song Xinya suddenly tensed up, her nerves taut as if she were walking a tightrope high in the air.

Before she could say anything, Qin Yuhe's hot breath brushed against her ear: "Mrs. Qin, your body is so hard. Holding you feels like holding a frozen fish."

Song Xinya: "...Mr. Qin, you're holding me too tightly."

Qin Yuhe: "Are you feeling unwell?"

It wasn't that she was uncomfortable, but she was worried that if she moved, his tense body would lose control.

Song Xinya: "Could you hold me a little looser?"

"Okay," Qin Yuhe stepped back a little.

Song Xinya turned over and lay flat on her back to avoid being pressed against.

The bed was narrow, and the two people's arms were folded together.

Song Xinya's slender arms were underneath, while Qin Yuhe's strong arms pressed down on her.

At this moment, the two people felt very differently.

Qin Yuhe felt that the girl's body was so soft, even the arm he was pressing down on was as soft as a willow branch.

Song Xinya's feelings were the exact opposite of his. He was just pressing her down with his arm, but she felt so heavy, so hard. Why was it that every part of a man was hard and stiff?

It seems impossible to sleep with this kind of pressure on me.

Qin Yuhe raised his arm and placed it on top of hers: "Is this okay?"

Song Xinya breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

She moved further away, creating some distance between herself and him.

As the night deepened and Song Xinya realized that Qin Yuhe wouldn't do anything more, and mainly because there was nothing he could do, she felt sleepy and gradually drifted off to sleep.

After she fell asleep, she relaxed completely, feeling limp all over.

Qin Yuhe looked at her by the moonlight. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed, her lips were as delicate and red as if they had been coated with glaze, her nose was small and upturned, and her eyelashes, like small fans, hung quietly, exuding a delicate innocence.

Now she is, the Little Mermaid.

Qin Yuhe stared at Song Xinya for a while, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

.........

When Song Xinya woke up in the morning, she found herself hugging Qin Yuhe's arm like she was holding a precious treasure.

Why does she like to sleep with her arms around his?

What kind of quirk is this?

She didn't have this habit before.

Before he woke up, Song Xinya released her grip on his arm.

Thankfully, he didn't find out again.

Song Xinya got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Qin Yuhe opened his eyes and looked at the arm next to hers.

He got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and pushed open the bathroom door.

Song Xinya paused in her brushing.

Qin Yuhe stood beside her, his arm reaching behind her waist to pick up the toothpaste from the sink.

The mirror reflected two figures, each holding a toothbrush, standing side by side brushing their teeth.

What should have been a simple washing routine became difficult for Song Xinya because of Qin Yuhe's presence; her hands were somewhat out of control.

Her brushing motions became a little hurried, creating a soft, rapid swishing sound in the air.

She lowered her head, took a sip of water, and quickly rinsed the foam out of her mouth.

Not long after she left the bathroom, Qin Yuhe also came out.

He sat across from her, and like a teacher instructing a student, earnestly said, "Your brushing technique is a bit rough, which will damage your teeth and gums. It's better to be gentler in the future."

Song Xinya: "..."

That's all because he's there.

She doesn't usually treat her teeth so roughly.

Suddenly, a message notification sounded on her phone. Song Xinya opened it, tapped on WeChat, and saw that it was a message from Qin Yuhe.

A video teaching children the correct way to brush their teeth.

Song Xinya: "…………"

She really was saying, "Thank you."

Qin Yuhe replied in a serious tone, "You're welcome."

A soft murmur echoed in the room; the sleeping god Song Tingye had finally woken up.

When he got up and saw Qin Yuhe, he exclaimed, "Brother-in-law! What brings you here?"

Qin Yuhe put his index finger to his lips and shushed him, pointing at his grandmother to signal her to be quiet and not disturb her sleep.

Unfortunately, Grandma had already been woken up by Song Tingye's shout.

Qin Yuhe was the first to notice that his grandmother had opened her eyes. He went over and helped her up.

Grandma asked, "What time is it now?"

Qin Yuhe: "Eight o'clock in the morning."

Song Xinya was surprised for a moment. According to Qin Yuhe's schedule, he would leave for work at six o'clock in the morning, but he was still there at eight o'clock this morning.

Qin Yuhe noticed her surprise and said, "I made an appointment for Grandma today with an internationally renowned psychiatrist. He will come to the nursing home to see her."

He still has this heart; Song Xinya felt as if her heart was enveloped in a warm cloud.

A good marital relationship requires mutual effort, and she also wanted to do something for him.

Realizing he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, she turned around and walked towards the door: "Mr. Qin, I'll go buy breakfast."

In fact, she didn't need to buy breakfast; Qin Yuhe had already had it bought and delivered.

An assistant carrying large and small bags came in and laid out a well-balanced breakfast on the table.

After the meal, the internationally renowned psychiatrist arrived.

After examining and evaluating his grandmother, he developed a personalized treatment plan for her and will come to provide her with psychological therapy three times a week.

People usually beg him to treat their illnesses, but he was willing to personally go to the nursing home to treat her grandmother. Song Xinya knew that it was because Qin Yuhe had taken care of things for her behind the scenes.

She sincerely said, "Mr. Qin, thank you."

This time, Qin Yuhe didn't say "you're welcome." He patted her head and said, "What are you thanking me for? Your grandmother is also my grandmother."