novelraw Chapter 4 Doing More Intimate Things
Chapter 4 Doing More Intimate Things
Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, each holding a red marriage certificate.
She is now a legitimate, legally protected Mrs. Qin.
Song Xinya stood behind Qin Yuhe, her probing gaze lingering on him.
He had taken off his suit jacket and casually draped it over his arm, standing tall and unassuming, with the hem of his white shirt tucked into his suit trousers.
Song Xinya's gaze followed his broad shoulders and narrow waist down, and she noticed that his buttocks were very perky.
A thought suddenly popped into my head: Men with big, perky butts are especially good in bed...
Qin Yuhe turned around, and Song Xinya quickly looked away from his buttocks.
Qin Yuhe: "Do you have time now? I'd like to take you back to the Qin family home so you can meet and have dinner with my family."
Now that they're married, meeting each other's families is a natural thing to do. Song Xinya replied, "Yes."
Just as Qin Yuhe took out his phone to call Grandma Qin, the phone suddenly rang.
A man's voice came through, urgent: "President Qin, something unexpected has happened to a collaboration we discussed earlier."
After listening to the other party's words, Qin Yuhe hung up the phone and looked at Song Xinya with his dark eyes, saying, "There's an urgent matter at the company that I need to handle. I'll introduce you to my family when I get back."
They are independent adult men and women with their own lives and jobs, not sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers who would become Siamese twins in thought and body once they establish a relationship.
Song Xinya replied, "Go ahead and do what you need to do. There's plenty of time."
Qin Yuhe strode forward, then stopped and turned back to look at her: "Where are you going? I'll take you there first."
Song Xinya didn't refuse and walked towards him confidently, saying, "I'm going to the company."
This time she was in front, and he was behind.
Qin Yuhe's gaze followed her slender white neck, across her thin back, past her supple waist, and landed on her hips.
Suddenly, a small, round black mole appeared in my mind, on a snow-white, full buttock, alluring, seductive, and captivating.
Qin Yuhe raised his arm, and the white shirt that was originally buttoned up was unbuttoned by two buttons, leaving the collar open and revealing his delicate collarbone.
He looked up at the sun in the sky and said, "Why is it so hot today?"
The assistant standing beside him said, "The temperature today is two degrees lower than yesterday."
"Is that so?" Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over Song Xinya's buttocks again.
.........
In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Qin Yuhe opened his laptop to work, his slender, elegant fingers tapping on the keyboard with a focused expression.
Song Xinya sat next to him, opening an office application on her phone, also busy with work-related matters.
The two were separated by a hand's width, like the Chu River and Han border, clearly distinct.
The car sped along the road, the trees on both sides rushing past, converging into a green stream, then turning into a dot, and finally disappearing into nothingness.
When Song Xinya replied to the work group message, she felt a weight on her leg, and a warm sensation spread through the fabric.
She turned her head and saw Qin Yuhe's thigh pressing down on hers.
He was wearing suit trousers, and her thighs were bare.
The black suit trousers pressed against her fair and delicate skin, creating a stark contrast that exuded a burgeoning tension of desire.
Qin Yuhe kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen and said in a measured tone, "Sorry."
Song Xinya: "It's okay."
Qin Yuhe pulled his leg back.
The two of them then went back to handling their work matters.
After a while, a heavy, warm sensation spread across the skin of her thighs again.
Qin Yuhe pulled his leg back, but then abruptly stopped, and pressed it back heavily onto her thigh.
Song Xinya turned her head to look at his face, her eyes filled with questions.
Qin Yuhe looked up from the computer and gazed at her; their eyes met.
For a moment, everything seemed to be paused, and the two of them stared blankly into each other's eyes.
All the sounds around them were selectively ignored. In this enclosed and quiet space, they could only hear each other's breathing, soft and intertwined.
With a serious expression on his handsome face, he said to her, "We are already husband and wife, and physical contact is normal. We will do more intimate things in the future."
Do something more intimate...
As an adult, Song Xinya naturally understood.
Love.
Knowing is one thing, hearing him say it with your own ears is another; her face instantly burned like fire.
Honestly, it's kind of embarrassing.
She turned her face to look out the window, trying to hide the fact that her face was flushed red.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Qin Yuhe assumed she had agreed.
He turned back to the screen and continued working.
His thigh was pressed against her thigh, occasionally bumping against the center of her thigh.
Because she was sitting, the hem of her skirt rode up, revealing half of her fair and tender thighs.
A pair of suit pants couldn't block out much; he could clearly feel that her body temperature was very high.
The heat, like a subtle electric current, broke through the barrier from her fair thighs, flowed up his skin, and seeped into his blood, coursing through every vein in his body.
A minute later, Qin Yuhe tapped the partition in front of him and raised his voice to the assistant in the passenger seat: "Turn down the air conditioning."
It's so hot today.
.........
A Rolls-Royce was parked in front of an educational technology company in the CBD of northern Beijing.
Song Xinya works here, mainly responsible for educational consulting, big data analysis, and teaching.
She excels at using big data analysis to identify students' weaknesses and create personalized learning plans to help students improve their learning efficiency and achieve the fastest and most effective academic results in the shortest amount of time.
As an A-level instructor, Song Xinya is relatively expensive. She provides one-on-one teaching, with each 40-minute class costing 8000 yuan.
Qin Yuhe looked at the name of the educational technology company and said, "I've heard of this company."
Song Xinya was quite surprised, not expecting that the busy head of the Qin family would know about the company she worked for.
Seeing her surprise, Qin Yuhe said, "Although this company is not a big company, it takes a small but excellent approach and is at the top level in the field of college entrance examination tutoring."
"This company has strict recruitment requirements. All lecturers are outstanding graduates from prestigious 985 universities. The teaching staff is strong. The top scorer in the previous year's college entrance examination in Beijing received tutoring from this company."
His detailed knowledge led Song Xinya to guess something, and she asked, "Does the Qin family have any students currently in their final year of high school?"
Qin Yuhe: "It's summer vacation now, and I'll be a senior in high school when school starts."
The Qin family is large and powerful with many branches and complex relationships among its members. Since he didn't say who it was, Song Xinya, being very tactful, didn't ask any further questions.
As Song Xinya prepared to get out of the car, she stuck out a finger and poked the thigh that was still pressing down on her.
The moment my fingertip touched his thigh muscle, it felt hard.
Her fingertips went numb.
Qin Yuhe lowered his gaze and watched her quickly retract her finger, a smile curving his thin lips.
He pulled his leg off her.
Although Qin Yuhe had been pressing down on Song Xinya the whole way, Song Xinya's thighs did not feel numb. This was because Qin Yuhe had been controlling his strength just right, keeping his thighs pressed against hers without putting all his weight on them.
Knowing that he had urgent business to attend to, he even took a detour to bring her to the company.
Song Xinya: "Thank you."
Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome."
She bent down to unbuckle her seatbelt, and his arm brushed past her chest, his sleeve half-rolled up, revealing strong, powerful muscles and veins snaking across his pale skin.
Song Xinya's breath caught in her throat, and she shrank back slightly.
But we still ran into each other.
A click echoed in the quiet, viscous space, and Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat.
The seatbelt was unbuckled, and Qin Yuhe withdrew his arm. "All done."
Song Xinya pushed open the car door and got out, her steps slightly flustered.
Normally, she would have politely and thoughtfully said goodbye to him, but this time she was so nervous that she forgot to say goodbye.
Qin Yuhe watched Song Xinya's flustered back, then looked away and glanced at the arm that had just touched her, slightly stunned.
He kept looking down at the computer, his expression calm and indifferent, his focus serious, looking just like usual.
A moment later, the sound of knocking on the partition came from inside the car again. Qin Yuhe said to his assistant, "Turn the air conditioning down two degrees."
The weather is getting hotter and hotter.