novelraw Chapter 51, let's move the camera down and take a look.
Chapter 51, let's move the camera down and take a look.
Song Xinya's cheeks flushed.
He went to great lengths to get her pregnant, as if she was particularly eager to have his child.
She said she wasn't pregnant, and he thought she was implying he should try harder.
We were talking at cross purposes that day, like talking to a brick wall.
Song Xinya: [That's not what I meant.]
Qin Yuhe: [Isn't that right? You seem particularly anxious.]
Song Xinya sat up in bed and typed: [You're the one in a hurry!]
Qin Yuhe: [Actually, I'm not in a hurry.]
Song Xinya was very surprised.
Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin are so eager to have grandchildren, but Qin Yuhe isn't in a hurry?
Song Xinya: [Really?]
Qin Yuhe: [Hmm]
Song Xinya: [Why?]
Qin Yuhe: [I haven't had enough fun yet]
Song Xinya's cheeks flushed bright red instantly.
Qin Yuhe: [If you are pregnant and cannot do it for several months, I will be worried.]
Bang—Song Xinya's phone fell onto the bed.
She looked at the screen, and another message from Qin Yuhe popped up.
[I've only done it twice, but I'm not done yet. I want to do it a few more times.]
Song Xinya blushed and her heart pounded; she was incredibly shy.
She frantically picked up her phone and sent him a message: [I'm going to sleep, goodnight!]
Qin Yuhe originally wanted to chat with her a few more times, but the conversation was forced to stop.
He put down his phone, looked up and glanced around the conference room: "The meeting continues."
The executives didn't know who Qin Yuhe had been chatting with, but they could clearly sense that President Qin was in a better mood.
In the following meeting, President Qin's tone was no longer as cold and ruthless as before.
The words "bad," "clumsy," and "redo" have been transformed into "you still have a lot of room for improvement."
After the meeting, Qin Yuhe returned to his hotel to rest.
In the bathroom, the man stood naked under the showerhead, his strong and muscular male body fully exposed.
Qin Yuhe stood with his head tilted back, the cool water splashing against his handsome face. The flowing water ran down his long, smooth neck, over his strong chest muscles, over his lean and powerful abdomen, and into his firm and muscular thighs.
Her well-defined hands swept from her forehead to the back of her head, gathering her thick black hair behind her ears, revealing her exquisite and beautiful features with smooth and gorgeous facial lines.
With his eyes closed, Qin Yuhe recalled the scene of him pinning Song Xinya down last night.
Normally, she is captivatingly beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, and so beautiful that she seems like a magnificent dream, making one dare not defile her.
But whenever she's in bed with him, lying beneath him, she's incredibly obedient.
She agreed to whatever he wanted to do, and cooperated with whatever he did.
She was so badly bullied by him that she cried timidly, tears streaming down her face.
Whenever this happens, he would lower his head and kiss her tears, licking them into his lips, letting her hot tears melt in his mouth.
She was good at crying; her voice was soft and gentle, like rice wine coated in honey, sweet and tender, with a delicate aftertaste that drifted gently into his heart, incredibly alluring.
At this point, he would try to coax her while simultaneously teasing her even more.
The bedroom became a battlefield, and the double bed became his territory for expansion.
Her soft, seductive sobs and trembling eyelashes were the most captivating sight.
Her snow-white skin glowed with a rosy blush, and his fingers left marks on it.
A series of erotic images flashed through Qin Yuhe's mind. His breathing became heavy, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
Looking down at himself, Qin Yuhe's thin lips curled into a slight sneer.
That kind of thing is really addictive.
Qin Yuhe disliked anything fake and always faced his true feelings directly. After thinking about it, he felt that the above statement was incorrect.
To be precise—
Doing that kind of thing with Song Xinya was truly addictive for him.
He felt that he and Song Xinya were very compatible in bed.
Of course, this is his feeling; I don't know what Song Xinya thinks.
I reckon she wasn't very satisfied.
Because she thought he was too forceful and that it took him too long.
Tsk, this has become a drawback.
The shower was turned off. Qin Yuhe, wrapped in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom, casually wiping his head with a towel.
He had only ever heard of women complaining that men were weaklings, impotent, or had premature ejaculation; this was the first time he had heard Mrs. Qin express such disdain for a man.
Mrs. Qin, aren't you taking your good fortune for granted?
Of course, as a man with great virtues in bed, Qin Yuhe would take Song Xinya's words to heart and think about how to improve so that their married life would be more harmonious.
For Qin Yuhe, a perfectionist, not being able to satisfy his wife was a disgrace.
Gradually increase the intensity for her; don't go too hard at once and scare her.
After placing the used towel on the shelf and drying his hair, Qin Yuhe lay down on the bed.
He opened WeChat, and she said she was going to sleep, so she didn't send him any more messages.
Are they really asleep?
Qin Yuhe knew that Song Xinya had a habit of exercising every day, so he opened WeChat Sports and clicked on the step count leaderboard.
Sure enough, Song Xinya was in first place with 21596 steps.
Half an hour later, Qin Yuhe checked the steps leaderboard again and saw that Song Xinya's steps had become 24097.
I was asleep, so why is my step count still increasing?
Little liar.
.........
North of Beijing, Forbidden City.
Song Xinya had slept alone for twenty-five years and slept with Qin Yuhe for two nights. Tonight, Qin Yuhe was not there, but she felt uncomfortable and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Young Master Qin broke her original habits and made her establish new ones.
After lying in bed for a while without falling asleep, Song Xinya got up.
She took off her burgundy nightgown, changed into a sports vest and sports shorts, and stood on the treadmill. Since she couldn't run vigorously, she walked at a leisurely pace for half an hour.
A thin layer of glistening sweat clung to her fair skin, like a layer of mist rising from a white porcelain vase.
After her walk, Song Xinya went to the bathroom to dry herself off. Because of the walk and the steam, her skin was fair and rosy, tender and smooth, like a sweet peach.
She put on a pair of leak-proof safety shorts and wore nothing else; she planned to sleep naked tonight.
Her smooth skin, like silk, rubbed against the thin silk quilt before she slipped into bed.
The moment she lay down, her phone, which was on the bedside table, rang.
She picked up her phone and glanced at it, a look of surprise flashing across Song Xinya's face.
The call came from Qin Yuhe.
video call.
Why is he making a video call to her so late?
Normally, people who are very close to each other make video calls.
He must have something important to tell her.
They should be finished soon.
Song Xinya was too lazy to get dressed, so she sat up from the covers and pressed the answer button.
Her slender, graceful body swept across the screen, and her fair and radiant face appeared in the frame.
"Mr. Qin..."
When Song Xinya made her first video call with Qin Yuhe, his already handsome face was magnified on the screen, making him appear even more alluring and captivating.
What's more, his dark, deep eyes were fixed on her.
Song Xinya's heart raced, and her voice was more hurried than usual: "Mr. Qin, what do you want to tell me?"
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her face, her bare shoulders, and then downwards, beyond the camera's view, where he couldn't see her.
"Is there anything I can't video call you for?"
Song Xinya was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "You can fight."
For the next three minutes, he didn't say a word, only staring at her with his deep black eyes.
He wasn't embarrassed at all; he seemed completely at ease, as if it were a perfectly normal thing.
He has always had a strong mental fortitude.
Song Xinya was flustered and nervous, her skin flushed slightly.
As she was about to make conversation and start a casual topic, Qin Yuhe spoke up, his deep voice asking, "Are you not wearing any clothes?"
Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat: "How did you know?"
Qin Yuhe gazed at her slender, bare neck: "There are no thin straps on your shoulders."
"I'm not wearing any clothes," Song Xinya said softly, sounding somewhat embarrassed. Making a video call with someone without wearing any clothes made it seem like she was deliberately seducing him.
Qin Yuhe's dark eyes flashed with a hidden fire as he said, "Let me see."
Song Xinya was taken aback: "What are you looking at?"
Qin Yuhe: "Move the camera down, let me take a look."