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

Chapter 41 Who is more fun to be with?

Song Xinya is 1.7 meters tall and has never considered herself a petite woman, but every time she is with Qin Yuhe, he is so tall and strong that she appears delicate and frail in comparison.

Moreover, he was very strong and effortlessly pulled her down onto his lap and held her in his arms.

He had her sit with her legs open, facing him, straddling his lap.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, held her hand with the other, and buried his face in her neck.

The sensation beneath Song Xinya's buttocks was all too clear; his hard leg bones pressed against her, and through two thin layers of fabric, his burning body temperature soothed her buttocks.

He spoke, his lips brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"Song Xinya..."

"Um……"

He called her by her full name, somewhat seriously.

Although Qin Yuhe still looked calm, Song Xinya felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment.

Who upset him?

With his lofty and noble status, who would dare to offend him?

Qin Yuhe: "I heard you were assigned to work under a manager named Chen Siyan. Are you happy working with him?"

Chen Siyan is easygoing, honest, and straightforward. She's worldly-wise yet not cynical, sophisticated yet innocent, and possesses a natural sense of humor and silliness. Being around her is indeed quite pleasant.

Song Xinya: "Happy."

Qin Yuhe suddenly opened his mouth and bit her neck, his teeth grinding against her skin with a light touch, his warm lips pressed against hers, very soft.

He used force, not too much, but left a row of teeth marks on her neck.

He licked the row of teeth marks.

The slippery touch, mixed with an electric current, coursed through her neck.

Her heart was pounding and her whole body was tense.

She could sense that something was wrong with him; he seemed a bit lost, but she didn't know why.

Did she answer the question he just asked incorrectly?

Qin Yuhe's face was still buried in her neck, his teeth still grinding against her skin, full of icy aggression.

Song Xinya felt a sharp palpitation, as if she were about to be swallowed up at any moment.

The ambient temperature rose sharply.

The air became humid and sticky.

My breathing became increasingly rapid.

She was breathing softly.

I don't quite understand what he's trying to do.

Qin Yuhe's deep, resonant voice settled in her heart: "Are you happy being with me?"

Song Xinya was stunned.

Is Mr. Qin... being jealous?

But he still looked calm, not like he was jealous.

A man in such a high position would prioritize his career above all else, and wouldn't be so easily swayed by a woman.

Song Xinya didn't want to be presumptuous.

But she also didn't want to run away from her true feelings.

She frankly admitted that she was happy when she was with Qin Yuhe.

This kind of happiness is different from the happiness I feel when I'm with Chen Siyan.

She felt relaxed, at ease, and carefree when she was with Chen Siyan.

When she was with Qin Yuhe, she was reserved, shy, and excited.

Song Xinya lowered her thick, long eyelashes as she pondered this difference.

Seeing that she remained silent, Qin Yuhe rubbed his lips against her neck, then moved down her slender neck, and bit her chest.

"Are you unhappy being with me?"

Song Xinya's heart was pounding, worried that he might do something even more outrageous, so she hugged the fluffy head buried in her chest.

"happy."

"Mr. Qin, I feel very happy when I'm with you."

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "You're not saying you're happy because you're afraid I'll bite you again, are you?"

Song Xinya pressed her cheek against his stiff hair, feeling a slight pain on her face.

"No, I'm genuinely happy being with Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe raised his head, straightened his back, cupped her face in his palm, and asked, "Who are you happier with?"

Song Xinya parted her red lips and looked at him, saying, "I'm happier with Mr. Qin."

Qin Yuhe smiled and gently rubbed the corner of her lips with his thumb.

A tingling sensation came from the corner of her lips. Song Xinya wanted to stick out her tongue and lick it, but realized that this action was not very elegant, so she held back.

The office door was pushed open, and the assistant walked in carrying food.

Seeing the two people sitting on the sofa, the assistant subconsciously looked at the area where the two were touching.

Seeing that both of them were still dressed, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he hadn't ruined President Qin's good time.

"Mr. Qin, Ms. Song, your meals have arrived."

Feeling embarrassed to sit on Qin Yuhe like this in front of outsiders, Song Xinya got off him.

The assistant placed the lunchbox on the reception table and walked out on his own.

The two people sat at the dining table, facing each other.

Song Xinya opened the two lunch boxes and found that one contained spicy Sichuan cuisine and the other contained light Cantonese cuisine.

She placed the Cantonese dishes in front of Qin Yuhe, held the chopsticks by the thicker end (about one-third of the way down) with both hands, and handed them to him with the thicker end facing him.

Qin Yuhe took the chopsticks, and the two began to eat.

In Song Xinya's lunchbox was a dish of spicy shrimp. She reached out, ready to pick it up and peel it.

Her slender wrist was grasped by his hand and lifted up.

His long, beautiful fingers picked up the shrimp and began to peel it.

Song Xinya: "It will get your hands dirty."

Qin Yuhe: "It'll be fine after a wash."

The peeled shrimp were placed in her lunchbox, one shrimp next to another, arranged neatly, like soldiers in training.

Looking at the neatly arranged row of shrimp, Song Xinya suddenly felt—

President Qin is kind of cute.

She glanced at Qin Yuhe and smiled, the corners of her lips curling up.

Qin Yuhe was wiping his hands with a wet wipe when he saw her smiling happily and asked, "Is this food delicious?"

Song Xinya smiled and replied, "It's quite delicious."

After the meal, Song Xinya prepared to clear the table.

Qin Yuhe called out to her, "You don't need to do these things."

He had told her before they got married that she didn't need to do housework.

He has always been a man of his word.

Song Xinya didn't insist and withdrew her hand.

Qin Yuhe pressed the call button, and his assistant came in and cleaned the table.

Once again, only she and he remained in the office.

Song Xinya saw Qin Yuhe unbuttoning his shirt.

She suddenly felt a little nervous.

As Qin Yuhe unbuttoned his shirt, he asked her, "Do you have a habit of taking a nap at noon?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, I usually take a nap at noon."

Qin Yuhe: "I also like to take a nap at noon."

Song Xinya pondered his words, wondering if she should say, "Let's sleep together for a while."

Is that static sleep or dynamic sleep?

During the day, at noon, in the office, people walk by from time to time.

Song Xinya felt a little uneasy; she wasn't quite comfortable sleeping with him in this kind of environment.

"Mr. Qin, I'm going back to my office. I'll just take a nap on my desk."

Qin Yuhe took her hand and led her behind the bookshelf: "Don't you like to take a nap at noon?"

Song Xinya saw a door behind the bookshelf.

Qin Yuhe pushed open the door, revealing a suite with a living room, bedroom, and bathroom.

He led her inside, straight into the bedroom.

With each thud of his leather shoes on the floor, her heart raced faster and faster.

Qin Yuhe sat on the bed, and Song Xinya stood between his legs, one of her hands being held by him.

He pulled her arm back, and she threw herself into his arms, her soft arms wrapping around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, nimbly flipped her over, and pinned her to the bed.