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

Chapter 62 I'll help you wash

Song Xinya was wearing a light pink ice silk nightgown. The smooth fabric clung to her soft curves, and even the thin layer of fabric couldn't hide Qin Yuhe's hot, strong, and well-defined hands on it.

Perhaps because she was too nervous, she could even feel the thin calluses on his palms and the hard knuckles.

Qin Yuhe lifted his face from her body, his sharp chin resting between her breasts, his eyes as dark and deep as the sea, churning with emotion.

Without stopping his hands, he rubbed it hard again.

"Mrs. Qin, do you know how to serve a man, hmm?"

Song Xinya looked down at him, her gaze misty, her heart pounding wildly with his every move.

She saw in his eyes a playful, flirtatious, and lustful nature.

Normally serious, his mischievous side resurfaced at this moment.

Song Xinya really wanted to save face and say, "It's just serving men, anyone can do that."

But she really doesn't know how.

If she makes that boast, Qin Yuhe will really make her serve him, and the truth will be revealed immediately.

Song Xinya pursed her lips: "No."

Qin Yuhe smiled, "All you do is lie there and let men serve you, is that it?"

Song Xinya felt a little embarrassed, and her ears turned cherry red.

However, what he said was true; in the past, she had always been the passive party.

However, what he said didn't seem to be entirely correct. What did he mean by asking him to serve her? Song Xinya lowered her thick, fluffy eyelashes and said, "Weren't you quite happy at the time?"

Qin Yuhe let out a low laugh: "You seem pretty happy too, making such a loud noise."

Song Xinya was extremely embarrassed.

Qin Yuhe added, "If it weren't for the good soundproofing in this room, I could hear you screaming from ten miles away."

Song Xinya's face flushed bright red instantly.

She blushed and argued, "Don't exaggerate like that. What do you mean you can hear it from ten miles away? What would that make me, a loudspeaker? You're framing me."

She pushed his shoulder and struggled to walk out.

He hugged her even tighter.

His strong arms tightened around her legs and hips, his bulging muscles hard and hot like branding irons, the force solid and digging into her.

"If I don't let you leave, do you think you can escape?"

Song Xinya, who always thinks quickly, said, "My foot isn't fully healed yet. You have to let me walk. My foot hurts from standing like this."

What a convenient excuse.

How could someone as gentlemanly as Qin Yuhe possibly refuse her?

Just as Song Xinya was secretly rejoicing, the world suddenly spun around her, and he turned her body over in his arms, pinning her to the bed.

Qin Yuhe's heavy weight pressed down on her.

"Do you like lying like this?"

He thinks faster than she does.

If you don't want to stand, then lie down.

He lowered his head, his excessively handsome face close to hers, his nose touching hers, his warm breath enveloping hers, their lips almost touching, as if he might kiss her at any moment.

He was an extremely charming man, and faced with his deliberate flirting, Song Xinya couldn't remain calm. Her heart was in turmoil, and she turned her face away shyly.

Qin Yuhe grasped her cheeks with his fingers, using the base of his thumb to hold her chin, turning her face back.

His long, slender fingers pressed indentations into her soft, white face.

"Do you like this with me? Answer me."

Song Xinya looked at his lips, her eyes shimmering with a gentle light, her breath sweet as orchids, and softly uttered two words: "I like it."

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow with a flourish and asked with a smile, "No work tomorrow, right?"

Why are we suddenly talking about work? Song Xinya replied truthfully, "I don't work."

Qin Yuhe said meaningfully, "Not having to go to work, great..."

What's so good about it?

Song Xinya couldn't figure it out for a moment.

There was no time to think about it anymore, because—

Qin Yuhe's hand caressed her slender waist, climbing up her light pink silk nightgown, and suddenly, he grasped her delicate waist.

A thin layer of mist welled up in Song Xinya's eyes, her eyes glistening with a deep red. Her fingers, gripping the bedsheet, suddenly tightened, leaving a small patch of damp sweat on the dry fabric.

He was very interested, as if he were playing with a soft rubber ball.

He usually appears gentle and handsome, but when he does this kind of thing, his inherent desire for control is strong and domineering, like an unbreakable net that tightly binds her and wraps around every part of her body.

The night was dark and turbulent.

The villa in the Forbidden City Mansion is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, boasting an excellent natural environment with lush forests and clear lakes.

On a summer night, birds chirp, cicadas sing, frogs croak, pigeons coo, and the wind rustles through the treetops—countless sounds combine to create a lively symphony.

The cool moonlight shone on the glass window. In the bedroom upstairs, the temperature was scorching, and all that could be heard were their panting and heartbeats.

Qin Yuhe's movements were forceful, and his kneading and stroking postures revealed a wild, beast-like rage.

Song Xinya was prey caught by a wild beast, pinned down by its sharp claws.

Behind her was a double bed, her thighs were firmly held by his strong and powerful thighs, and her hands were held by his large hand above her head.

The bedroom was large, spacious enough to run and play badminton, but at this moment, the only space left for Song Xinya was the area under Qin Yuhe.

Whether it was because she was too nervous or because he was too controlling, Song Xinya felt dizzy and swallowed nervously, feeling a little uncomfortable. Or perhaps it was because she felt too comfortable, she felt a little lost and twisted her body, trying to rub against him.

She had only dodged for a moment when the weight of his body pressed down on her even more heavily.

Originally, she thought she was bearing his entire weight.

It turned out that he was feeling weak and unwell just now.

As she flinched, he punished her by placing all his weight on her.

It's so heavy.

Song Xinya felt like she couldn't breathe.

Qin Yuhe's tongue untied the bow tie on her chest, and the fabric opened to both sides, revealing the view that had been covered.

His lips traced along her delicate neck, caressing and stroking as they descended.

Song Xinya felt like a drowning person falling into a deep-sea whirlpool, feeling like she was about to suffocate.

She realized once again that Qin Yuhe was a perfectionist.

His excellence is evident not only in his problem-solving skills, but also in his impeccable preparation for lessons.

Song Xinya seemed to float on clouds, ethereal and otherworldly.

Seriously, could the intro be a little shorter?

She was already melting even before it officially started.

Under the enchanting lights, the hem of her skirt billowed in a graceful arc, and Qin Yuhe's hand reached inside.

"Can we wait a little longer?" Song Xinya's voice was as soft as spring water, three parts coquettish, three parts shy, and four parts pleading.

"Wait for what?" Qin Yuhe's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

Song Xinya: "I haven't showered yet."

Qin Yuhe said somewhat anxiously, "I'm not washing today."

Song Xinya: "No..."

He doesn't mind, but she feels embarrassed.

She went to check if Song Tingye had secretly come out to eat beef, so she let Qin Yuhe take a shower first.

As soon as she returned to the house, Qin Yuhe hugged and kissed her, leaving her no time to shower.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Is it easy to wash your feet if you've sprained your ankle?"

That must be it, Song Xinya said: "It's inconvenient."

How could Qin Yuhe not know? He asked on purpose so that Qin Yuhe's next words would make sense.

"I'll help you take a bath."