novelraw Chapter 44 can now officially begin.
Chapter 44 can now officially begin.
This time, Qin Yuhe did not misunderstand.
Song Xinya's statement that she wanted to go to sleep quickly was indeed a subtle hint that he should get things done as soon as possible.
It wasn't because she was particularly thirsty, but because it was already 10:30, and if the two of them continued like this, it would be well past midnight by the time they finished.
She has to go to work tomorrow, and if she goes to bed too late, she won't be able to get up the next day.
She noticed that Qin Yuhe was engrossed in his book and wasn't making any touching or teasing gestures. His gaze was fixed on the book, as if he was about to continue reading. She couldn't tell whether he still wanted tonight, so she made that suggestive remark.
After she finished speaking, her face felt a little hot.
The first time you hint at something to a man, he'll feel a little embarrassed.
She lowered her eyelashes, her gaze fixed on the book in his hand, as if she were reading intently, but in reality, she wasn't reading a single word. She breathed very softly, waiting for his reaction.
A brief silence.
The air seemed to freeze and not circulate.
Seeing that Qin Yuhe didn't react much, Song Xinya guessed that he probably didn't want to do it tonight.
She moved away from his soft body, straightened up, lay down in bed, turned over, and faced away from him.
She reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
There was a soft rustling sound coming from the side; the books on the bedside table made a slight thud.
He turned on the bedside lamp that she had turned off.
His warm chest pressed against her back.
Qin Yuhe's arm pressed heavily on her waist, and he whispered in her ear, "We agreed to do the homework this morning, Mrs. Qin, why didn't you keep your promise?"
"..." Song Xinya: "I didn't break my promise, I..." hinted at it to you.
He even turned the tables on her.
Qin Yuhe's fingers, which were resting on her waist, slowly caressed her, then slid down to her thighs, stroking them with skillful and forceful strokes.
The intention is clear.
His face was buried in her neck, his lips pressed against her skin, sucking and biting her tender flesh, his teeth grinding against it.
The lingering heat and the slight pain came together.
Song Xinya twisted her body, inevitably brushing against his body.
"Mr. Qin, please don't..."
Qin Yuhe stopped biting her, lifted his head from her neck, and asked, "Don't you like this?"
Actually, Song Xinya quite liked it; his gesture had a tender and wild gentleness to it.
However, Song Xinya said, "This will leave a trace, and others will see it."
Qin Yuhe looked at her slender neck, where a small patch of purplish-red mark remained on her fair skin—the mark he had made that morning.
Her skin was fair, so the mark was particularly noticeable.
Qin Yuhe felt like he had no strength at all; he just nibbled at her a few times, and her skin turned purplish-red.
It's so delicate, it's fragile in every way.
Girls are generally shy and don't want others to know about their private matters in bed.
Qin Yuhe naturally respected her idea. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I won't bite you anymore. Instead, I'll lick you."
He gripped her slender waist with his large hand, and with a forceful pull of his long arm, turned her from a side-lying position to a prone position.
His strong, muscular body pressed down on her, his chilling aura overwhelming her.
He buried his face in her neck again, his handsome face pressed against hers, his breath on her skin. His stiff hair felt like fine needles pricking her already sensitive neck, causing a mix of itchiness, pain, and numbness. These sensations blended together, turning into countless electric currents that surged into her body, stimulating every nerve.
The damp sensation traveled inch by inch along her neck.
Song Xinya closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat, unable to contain her emotions.
The damp, sticky sensation didn't stop at her neck; it traveled along her slender shoulders, her beautiful shoulder blades, and down her smooth, delicate back.
She had previously thought of him as a lazy, noble lion, unapproachable and majestic.
She now thinks of him as a snake, with beautiful scales and a flexible tongue.
She was the prey that the snake devoured inch by inch.
Her heart was beating so fast that Song Xinya was having trouble breathing.
She breathed rapidly with her rosy lips parted, her chest rising and falling.
She couldn't take it anymore.
"Mr. Qin, you...you might as well bite me."
Her soft, seductive voice trembled like a butterfly being pattered by raindrops.
Qin Yuhe raised his head, his warm lips leaving her skin: "What, you don't like it?"
Why did he ask her again if she liked it? It's so embarrassing.
Song Xinya always found it difficult to answer his questions.
Everyone says that men who only care about themselves are too selfish...
It's said that men who jump straight to the point without giving women any preamble are too selfish...
Neither of these two situations will occur in Qin Yuhe.
Because he constantly asks the other person how they feel, constantly asks if they like this or that...
He was such a gentleman.
She was so considerate.
It was so...embarrassing.
Song Xinya buried her face in the pillow, biting her lip with her white teeth, and remained silent.
Qin Yuhe watched as a beautiful blush rose on her snow-white skin.
"Are you shy?"
A soft, muffled "hmm" came from under the pillow.
Qin Yuhe placed his hand on her lower back, his long, slender fingers circling and caressing her: "Then..."
"Should we do it directly?"
Song Xinya: "Okay."
That's enough.
The prelude is enough.
She is ready.
My mind and body are ready.
We can officially begin now...