novelraw Chapter 33 Mrs. Qin, are you ready?
Chapter 33 Mrs. Qin, are you ready?
The car was already cramped, and the two of them were very close. His body heat, combined with his cool breath, enveloped them, and the air was filled with a tender scent.
The man's aggressive aura was pervasive, like a spider web woven layer upon layer, and Song Xinya was the prey caught in the web.
She leaned against the cold seat, her body burning hot.
The lights from the roof shone on Qin Yuhe, and he pressed his body lightly against hers. Her gaze, which had been lowered, inevitably fell on him.
In the interplay of light and shadow, his neck appeared long and beautiful, and on his pale skin, the bluish-brown veins bulged with tension, suggesting a surge of desire.
He was so close to her that she could smell his scent with every breath she took.
Her face turned red.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.
"Let's talk about having the baby when I get home."
It was, after all, their first time together; they couldn't very well start their passionate encounter in the car.
Although the partition had been raised, Song Xinya really couldn't do it. The driver was driving in front, and she was doing *that* with a man in the back.
That takes a lot of nerve.
Qin Yuhe is a perfectionist in everything, including sex.
On the bus, it can serve as a spice in future married life.
It's better for their first time to happen in bed.
He followed the force of her push and sat back down in his seat.
Song Xinya looked out the car window, trying to calm the pounding in her chest.
She only had one experience.
A year ago, she got drunk, went into the wrong room, and slept with a man she didn't know.
That man was both gentle and fierce, assertive yet considerate, and incredibly skilled.
She admitted that she gained a lot of happiness.
Song Xinya gazed at Qin Yuhe's profile reflected in the car window. In the interplay of light and shadow, his facial features were strikingly beautiful, with smooth, defined lines.
I don't know if he's ever slept with a woman.
If so, who is that woman?
While Song Xinya was lost in thought, Qin Yuhe suddenly turned his head to look at her, his gaze following her slender waistline and sweeping over her hips.
He asked, "Do you have any moles?"
Song Xinya has moles on her body, more than one.
The first mole that came to her mind was the small, round black mole in the middle of her right buttock.
The small black mole was located in a rather private area and was particularly round, so she remembered it most vividly.
Song Xinya replied, "Yes."
Qin Yuhe met Song Xinya for the first time at the coffee shop where they were on a blind date, and a sense of familiarity immediately washed over him.
He had wondered if Song Xinya was the woman he had spent the night with.
Besides leaving him a 2000 coin, the woman left him with the deepest impression of him, especially the small, round black mole in the middle of his right buttock.
Qin Yuhe pressed further, asking, "Which parts of your body do you have moles?"
Song Xinya replied, "I have moles in many places, but I haven't searched my whole body."
Qin Yuhe said, "I'll help you search through all the moles on your body."
Song Xinya was slightly taken aback. How could there be men with such a fetish, liking moles on women's bodies?
.........
The car sped along the highway, and the streetlights outside the window rushed past, transforming into a luminous stream.
Qin Yuhe's phone rang; it was a young woman's voice with a hint of naivety.
"Brother, have you and your wife gone home?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
Qin Yuyan, the youngest princess of the Qin family: "I haven't even seen what my sister-in-law looks like yet, how come you've brought her home already?"
Qin Yuhe: "You were at a summer camp in the US, how did you see that? Did your soul leave your body?"
Qin Yuyan: "I'm back from America."
Qin Yuhe frowned slightly.
Back then, this spoiled little princess cried and screamed, causing a huge commotion in the family, all because she wanted to go to the American summer camp to learn something. But she wanted to come back after only a week.
Qin Yuhe: "What knowledge can be learned so quickly? Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 10?"
Qin Yuyan: "I already know addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within 10."
Qin Yuhe: "Really? I thought with your meager intelligence, you wouldn't even know addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within 10. I was going to hire a famous teacher to teach you properly."
Qin Yuyan pouted in dissatisfaction: "Brother, you're always making sarcastic remarks."
Qin Yuhe: "You never listened when I tried to talk to you nicely."
If this ancestor had listened to a single word, he wouldn't have gotten a 5 on his final math exam.
5 points!
Qin Yuhe was quite impressed with her score; he couldn't even get that many points if he were blindfolded.
How can a person be so stupid?
Qin Yuhe once suspected that his sister was mentally challenged.
He took her to get an IQ test, and the results were normal.
His younger sister simply doesn't like studying.
Qin Yuhe hired many famous teachers to teach her, but without exception, they all couldn't last more than three days before being tricked away by this spoiled younger sister.
A troublesome little devil.
The voice of the little devil Qin Yuyan came from the phone: "Brother, let's go to your and sister-in-law's house now. I want to see sister-in-law."
Qin Yuhe said coldly, "Don't come."
Qin Yuyan: "Why?"
Qin Yuhe: "It's in the way."
Qin Yuyan: "What did I do wrong? I just plan to have a good chat with my sister-in-law tonight, and also to get to know her better and sleep in the same bed with her."
Isn't this a problem?
Qin Yuhe sneered.
"Don't come. I won't open the door for you even if you do."
The phone hangs up.
Qin Yuyan's words, which she hadn't yet uttered, were swallowed back down.
I'm really curious, what kind of sister-in-law could tame her brother, this big devil?
.........
Song Xinya followed Qin Yuhe upstairs to the bedroom.
Knowing what was about to happen, she felt the temperature around her rise by one degree with every step she took forward.
She began to secretly observe his body.
A broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted inverted triangle body shape, with clean, sharp shoulder lines, and a sleek, tailored silhouette. The curve from the back to the waist is both clean and sexy.
She has a very perky butt.
Arms hung at his sides, sleeves rolled up halfway, forearm muscles firm and smooth, full but not exaggerated, exuding a balanced strength from years of training.
Not only does he have a sexy face, but his body also looks sexy.
As for whether it works well or not, you'll have to try it to find out.
Song Xinya had expectations in her heart.
After all, no one wants to marry a man who is impotent; they want to marry a man with normal sexual function.
Moreover, she had experienced the wonder of that kind of thing and enjoyed its pleasure.
The two walked through the spacious hall, up the brown spiral staircase, down the long corridor, and stood in front of the bedroom door.
Qin Yuhe's slender fingers gripped the doorknob.
Song Xinya looked up at his face, which remained aloof and expressionless.
With a soft click, the door opened.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the house with an overwhelming force. The shadow fell over her, and her soft body was pressed against the door.
Qin Yuhe leaned down and buried his face in her neck.
His soft lips pressed against the skin of her neck.
He first kissed her, his teeth gently grinding together, and then he felt a wet sensation on Song Xinya's neck as he began to lick her.
His hand gripping her waist tightened and became more forceful.
His verbal actions reflected this as well.
Song Xinya's lips weren't sealed, but she felt like a fish thrown ashore, suffocating and struggling to breathe.
He forcefully squeezed one hand between her back and the door, his fingers precisely grabbing the zipper at the back of her skirt and pulling it down.
The shoulder strap hanging on her shoulder was taken off by his hand.
His kisses slowly, tenderly, and teasingly descended along her neck.
My heart is racing.
The brain has veered off course from reason.
The chaotic breathing from the doorway to the bed.
Her soft hair got tangled in the buttons of his white shirt.
His strong, tall body loomed over her, one hand gripping her waist, the other stroking her face.
"Mrs. Qin, are you ready?"