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

Chapter 61 Do you know how to serve a man?

How should I serve him?

Song Xinya understood immediately.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Now that they've met, it's like rain after a long drought, or dry wood meeting a raging fire.

This is human nature, and also a bodily instinct.

For adults, this need is as essential as eating and drinking.

Song Xinya understood this principle.

But that doesn't mean she's not shy.

Her face flushed, she turned her head to one side, her eyelashes fluttered, and she softly hummed in agreement.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Qin Yuhe thought to himself, "I haven't done enough, that's why she blushes so easily. I need to do more in the future."

After applying ice for a while, the burning, painful, and swollen feeling in my ankle disappeared.

Song Xinya pulled her fair legs, which were draped over his thigh, back a little.

The smooth skin rubbed against the black suit trousers, creating wrinkles in the neat trousers.

His large hand remained holding her calf, the smooth, jade-like touch caressing her skin in his palm—warm, soft, and delicate.

The desires dormant deep within him were activated, and his body acted before his reason could. He grabbed her calf hard, his nails digging into her flesh.

A crescent-shaped indentation appeared on her fair calves.

A slight stinging sensation mixed with a tingling, electric current-like feeling.

It's hard to say whether it hurts or feels good, or maybe both.

This feeling was actually quite familiar to Song Xinya.

Qin Yuhe had given her time and time again...

Her heart swayed, and her body became more sensitive. The fingernails that dug into her flesh became electrodes, and a continuous current seeped from his fingertips into her flesh, drilling into her blood, and numbing every meridian in her body.

Song Xinya felt her heart pounding.

I have no idea what he's up to; this is the living room.

Even if he has this peculiar habit of wanting to try things outside the bedroom, he should wait until no one is around.

There are still servants in the living room now.

Song Xinya struggled slightly as her leg was being held, but she lost control of her strength and her small, white foot landed on his shoulder.

Her jade-like legs were raised high.

Qin Yuhe looked at her, his eyes darkening.

Realizing something, Song Xinya didn't cover herself this time. Instead, she leaned her ample upper body against him and covered his eyes with her hands: "I won't let you see."

Qin Yuhe didn't struggle, letting her cover her eyes, a faint smile curving his thin, crimson lips: "Then who should see?"

Song Xinya reached out her other hand and covered his mouth with her palm: "I won't let you speak."

Qin Yuhe's eyes and mouth were completely covered. He thought to himself, "Thank goodness, she didn't stop him from breathing."

Song Xinya pulled her leg out of his hand and released her grip on him.

Qin Yuhe reached out his hand to her and helped straighten her disheveled skirt.

He looked down at her ankle, which was still quite swollen, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Song Xinya said, looking at him. "After you applied ice to it, it feels much better than before."

Qin Yuhe advised, "When animals are injured, they will choose to hide to avoid being attacked or preyed upon. Humans are the same; when you are vulnerable, do not face your enemies."

"Recently, no matter what that mother and daughter say or do to you, do not go to see them again."

Song Xinya responded with an "okay".

Qin Yuhe's deep voice was filled with tenderness as he said to her, "I will stay with you until your foot is healed."

Song Xinya's eyes widened in surprise: "What about your work? You're so busy."

Qin Yuhe lowered his long eyelashes and pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll stay with you as the main person, and handle work in my spare time."

Song Xinya did not refuse his kindness and readily accepted it, saying, "Thank you."

Qin Yuhe didn't say anything polite, and replied, "You're welcome."

.........

On the other side, after Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe left, Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying walked home dejectedly.

After recovering from her fear of Qin Yuhe, Zhang Yingying suddenly noticed something she had overlooked and abruptly turned to look at Li Cuirou.

"Mom, don't you think that woman's voice sounded familiar?"

Li Cuirou: "It sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before."

Zhang Yingying's eyes lit up: "That woman's voice sounds like Song Xinya's!"

Li Cuirou: "It does look somewhat similar."

Zhang Yingying thought about it carefully: "I don't think it's just a little similar, I think it's extremely similar!"

Li Cuirou: "So what if she looks like her? She's not Song Xinya. Song Xinya isn't that lucky to be noticed by the most handsome, richest, and most powerful prince in high society."

Zhang Yingying: "Is it possible that she is Song Xinya?"

Li Cuirou: "Song Xinya weighs 180 pounds and is as fat as a pig. That woman has a slender and graceful figure and is a million times better than Song Xinya."

Zhang Yingying: "What if Song Xinya loses weight?"

Li Cuirou: "Song Xinya weighs 180 pounds, and that woman's weight is estimated to be less than 100 pounds. Do you think it's possible for her to lose 80 pounds in a year?"

Zhang Yingying thought about herself and said, "I can't do it anyway."

Li Cuirou: "Don't even mention you. I've lived for decades, and it's difficult for me to lose ten pounds a year, let alone eighty pounds. That would require a lot of willpower."

Zhang Yingying said confidently, "If neither of us can do it, Song Xinya definitely can't either."

Li Cuirou agreed, saying, "Definitely."

The mother and daughter arrived at the door of the villa and saw a rectangular brocade box on the ground. It was exquisitely crafted and ingenious.

The mother and daughter, who both loved money, suddenly had their eyes light up.

Zhang Yingying stepped forward and picked up the brocade box from the ground: "What's this?"

Li Cuirou: "Judging from the workmanship, it looks like a jewelry box for high-end jewelry."

Zhang Yingying looked around: "Who put this here?"

Li Cuirou: "It was probably a gift from someone from a humble family, given to us to curry favor with us."

Zhang Yingying shook the brocade box: "What's inside?"

Li Cuirou was also full of curiosity: "Quickly open it and take a look."

Zhang Yingying opened the brocade box, and the mother and daughter both leaned their heads over.

"Hiss—"

A snake with its tongue flicking out crawled out and bit Zhang Yingying on the face.

"ah----"

A heart-wrenching sound ripped through the sky, startling the little birds resting in the trees, who flapped their wings and flew away.

Zhang Yingying twisted her body, screamed and struggled, grabbing the snake's body with both hands and throwing it to the side.

Without grazing, the snake was flung onto Li Cuirou's face.

"Hiss—"

The snake crawled onto Li Cuirou's face and bit her.

Bamboo viper, a venomous snake.

The mother and daughter's faces quickly swelled up like pig heads, and they were admitted to the ICU.

.........

The Forbidden City and its magnificent mansions.

It was quite unusual for Song Tingye to not come out for dinner, as he seemed to be a reincarnation of a starving ghost who was always hungry.

Song Xinya wheeled herself to his door and knocked: "Come out, there's stir-fried beef, braised beef, roast beef, and stewed beef for you tonight, do you want some?"

Song Tingye's voice came through the door: "Sister, I'm doing my Chinese test paper, don't disturb my studies."

Song Xinya: "You're not going to eat, huh?"

Song Tingye: "I'm so engrossed in studying that I don't want to eat."

Song Xinya turned and slid away: "Eat it or don't, it's up to you."

After dinner, Song Xinya was carried upstairs by Qin Yuhe.

All noise in the living room ceased, and the tightly closed bedroom door opened a crack, revealing Song Tingye's round head.

He glanced around the living room, and seeing no one, swaggered out.

The person who just said they didn't want to eat is now standing in the kitchen, picking up a skewer of grilled beef, and eating it with their mouth full of oil.

On the second floor, Song Xinya watched this scene.

She smiled, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Let's preserve the child's self-esteem. Let's not expose him and let him eat properly.

Song Xinya's feet are basically able to walk again, but she walks very slowly to avoid pain.

When she returned to the bedroom, Qin Yuhe had already finished washing up and was sitting on the bed.

He wasn't wearing pajamas, just a loose bathrobe with the collar open, revealing glimpses of his chest muscles. His black hair was half-dry, with water droplets dripping from the ends and sliding down his smooth neckline into the bathrobe, sparking the imagination.

Qin Yuhe's eyes darkened when he saw Song Xinya, and he said, "Come here."

Song Xinya walked towards him, her heart racing.

She walked to his side, and he spread his legs and pulled her between them.

She was standing, he was sitting, one hand on her back and the other around her thigh.

He buried his head in her chest, breathing in her soft, sweet fragrance.

His large, veiny hand stroked down her back, then gave her buttocks a hard squeeze.

"Do you know how to please a man?"