novelraw Chapter 35 Mrs. Qin, you're so sweet
Chapter 35 Mrs. Qin, you're so sweet
Song Xinya could sense Qin Yuhe's urgency.
She thought he would get straight to the point and start eating the main meal.
But he didn't. Before "doing the questions," he spent some time with her "pre-class preparation."
His prelude was extremely long, with perfect rhythm control, starting gently and tenderly, then suddenly becoming fiercely engulfing.
Qin Yuhe is a good teacher.
As a student with limited skills, Song Xinya didn't need to worry about anything under his guidance. She only needed to follow his pace and instructions to master the methods of "solving problems" and experience the joy of "solving problems".
She felt as if she were floating on clouds, dizzy and euphoric. She wrapped her arms around his strong, broad back, and unable to contain her emotions, she scratched marks on his fair, jade-like skin with her fingertips.
Tiny, bright red beads of blood seeped from the marks on his back.
He had no time to spare.
His attention was entirely on her at that moment.
Qin Yuhe braced his arms on either side of her body, his dark eyes scrutinizing her with burning intensity.
She had no idea how beautiful she looked at that moment.
His thick, long black hair spread out like silk, and his smooth pink nightgown was torn, leaving the neckline wide open.
She lay softly beneath him, her eyes reddening, a thin layer of moisture swirling in them, her eyelashes glistening with tears that spilled from her eyes, clumped together in a wet, glistening pattern.
His skin was as white as snow, and because of his fierce and frivolous movements, it was covered with a layer of decadent pink.
Wherever his fingers touched her, a red mark would appear.
Too young.
Her lips were as red as blood, slightly parted, exhaling soft, hot breaths.
Her fox-like eyes were as shimmering as spring water, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes exuded a charming allure.
Not only is it breathtakingly beautiful, but it's also alluringly captivating.
Qin Yuhe is not a man who only cares about himself; he cares a lot about the feelings of others.
He leaned down and pressed himself against her, biting her ear and asking, "Do you like it?"
Song Xinya gripped the bed sheet tightly with both hands. The pure white color was stained dark by the sweat from her palms, leaving a damp mark.
"like."
He explored in various ways.
Do you like it this way?
"I like it."
"How about this?"
"I like it, I like it."
What kind of questions are these?
Can he please stop asking?
She was so embarrassed she almost stuttered.
Song Xinya's cheeks were so red they looked like they were dripping with color.
She turned her head to one side, reached out and covered his mouth, her charming voice as sweet as if it had been soaked in honey, making one's throat itch.
"I love you no matter what."
Qin Yuhe stared into her eyes, which suddenly became thick and dark.
"You said it yourself."
Suddenly, a torrential downpour began outside the window, with torrential raindrops lashing fiercely against the blooming jasmine flowers in the garden.
The snow-white jasmine petals trembled and swayed in the storm.
Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared; inside, the house was warm and inviting.
Qin Yuhe chose to give the Forbidden City Villa to Song Xinya because of its good sound insulation.
As it turns out, its sound insulation effect is so good that it can be described as absolutely amazing.
The thunder outside roared loudly, as if it would split a hole in the ground, but the two people inside didn't notice at all.
All they could hear was each other's increasingly rapid breathing.
Body temperature continues to rise.
My heart is beating faster and faster.
His hands, with bulging veins, gripped her waist.
"Mrs. Qin, you're so sweet." He pressed his cheek against hers, praising her in a husky, seductive voice.
He seemed particularly pleased, gently nuzzling her nose with his own, cuddling intimately with her.
He was like blazing lava, baking and scorching her, and like a surging sea, engulfing her in unfathomable waves of desire.
A drop of sweat fell from his forehead, landed on her chest, and slid down her smooth, delicate skin.
Gradually, Song Xinya lost all her strength. Her handsome and clear face slowly became a blurry outline. Her hands, which were wrapped around his back, fell to the sheets. Reason vanished, and she was deeply immersed in the raging storm he had given her.
She drifted up and down.
It was tossed into the air, then plunged back into the waves.
He was the one who decided where she was headed.
At 3:30 a.m., the ambiguous sounds in the room subsided, and everything returned to silence.
I've finally finished this big question.
A bolt of lightning shone into the room.
In her dazed state, Song Xinya saw bright lightning and realized that it had rained heavily that night.
Qin Yuhe went downstairs, brought over a glass of warm water, and held the limp Song Xinya in his arms, pressing the rim of the glass against her lips.
"Drink some water, your voice is hoarse."
Why is her voice so hoarse?
Doesn't he have any self-awareness?
Song Xinya's whole body felt like it had been run over by a wheel; everything was limp and weak.
She didn't reach out to take the water glass; instead, she drank the entire glass of water directly from his hand.
Qin Yuhe asked, "Want more?"
Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat: "No, my back hurts."
Qin Yuhe: "What I'm asking is, do you want more water?"
Song Xinya: "..."
"What I meant was that I don't want to drink water."
Qin Yuhe smiled faintly, "Yes, Mrs. Qin is right. I misunderstood."
After drinking the water, Song Xinya slumped onto the sheets, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
The mattress next to her dipped, and Qin Yuhe lifted the blanket and lay down, his burning body heat washing over her.
His arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, and his fingers pinched the soft flesh of her waist.
"Mrs. Qin, how did you feel about my performance just now? Is there anything I could improve?"
Song Xinya understood that the other person wanted to do a review session with her after finishing the exercises.
He is such a good teacher, guiding students to preview lessons before class, work diligently during class, and review lessons after class. He is rigorous and meticulous, leaving no step unattended.
I'm sorry, she's exhausted and really isn't in the mood right now.
Honestly, he's always the one doing all the work, doesn't he get tired?
She's someone who doesn't do any physical labor, yet she's so exhausted she's practically floating on air.
Song Xinya pulled the blanket over her head, and a weak voice came from under the covers: "Go to sleep first, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Qin Yuhe: "Okay."
Considering that sleeping with your head covered is bad for your health, he leaned closer to her and pulled the blanket off her face, revealing her rosy cheeks.
He lay back down in bed, with a gap between them.
The next day, when Song Xinya woke up, she was pressed against Qin Yuhe, as if she were holding a precious treasure, with her hands tightly wrapped around his arm.
Is his arm some kind of sleep aid? As soon as she falls asleep, she's seduced and clings to it.
She couldn't understand why her daughter liked to sleep with her arm around his.
Forget it, if I can't figure it out, I won't think about it anymore. There are plenty of things in this world that I can't understand.
Keep holding on.
The man's arms were muscular, strong, and warm; holding them in my arms gave me a sense of security and comfort.
Song Xinya pressed her cheek against his arm and rubbed it against him.
Qin Yuhe slowly opened his eyes.
Oh no, he found out she likes to sleep with her arm around his.
A guilty feeling, as if she had been caught doing something wrong, flashed through her mind, and she released her grip on his arm.
Qin Yuhe pressed her hand back and said, "It's okay."
His deep voice carried the languor of someone who had just woken up.
Song Xinya: "What? Nothing's wrong?"
Qin Yuhe: "I've known for a long time that you like to sleep with your arm around mine."
Song Xinya: "Ah!"
She thought she had kept it a secret very well.
Song Xinya: "Did I disturb your sleep?"
Qin Yuhe: "No."
He liked people who were independent and had their own space so much that he didn't feel disgusted at all. In fact, he slept better when she held his arm while he slept.
Song Xinya was still holding onto Qin Yuhe's arm.
She was so tired last night that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow without wearing any clothes.
He didn't either.
The two people pressed together, their skin touching without any barrier, their body heat being transferred.
When they were asleep, they didn't feel anything, but now that they were both awake, her heart, which was pressed against his arm, was beating faster and faster.
To relieve her tension, Song Xinya found something to do, saying, "I'm going to get up and go to the gym."
A white lace nightgown was tossed onto a plush carpet.
She threw back the covers, and the moment her feet touched the ground, an indescribable pain washed over her.
Her body slid down the side of the bed to the floor.
Qin Yuhe wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulled her up, and drew her into his embrace.
The two of them pressed themselves tightly together again.
He said to her in a hoarse voice, "I think you probably won't be able to exercise for the next few days."
What should Song Xinya say? Man, you're really amazing.
"By the way, let me help you find the moles on your body," Qin Yuhe said, turning her over so she was lying face down on the bed.
His gaze followed her waist down, as if searching for something on her buttocks...