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

Chapter 69 Want to Touch It?

A constant stream of heat emanated from him, making him impossible to ignore.

The arm around her felt heavy and had a strong presence.

She breathed in his scent, rested her head on his arm, and pressed her body against his.

She fell into his universe.

Everything around him is related to him.

This was the first time Song Xinya had been held so tightly by Qin Yuhe while sleeping.

Her heart was pounding like a drum.

How can I fall asleep like this?

Recalling her earlier rejection of his advances, Song Xinya couldn't help but wonder, "Mr. Qin, is this your punishment for me?"

Qin Yuhe chuckled speechlessly: "Sleeping in my arms is punishment?"

Song Xinya found it difficult to pronounce the character.

After all, with Qin Yuhe's qualities, whether it's his family background or his personal charm, so many women would want to get into his bed.

"no."

Qin Yuhe tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her body tightly against him. The thin two layers of fabric did little to conceal her exquisite curves.

"I let you sleep in my arms simply because I was worried you would fall."

Song Xinya thought to herself, "There's no need to hold me so tightly."

Even if he had her lie next to him, it wouldn't have been a problem.

He held her tightly, preventing her from turning over or moving. At the same time, she had no time to think about anything else. In addition, his excessively high body temperature was soothing her. Soon, Song Xinya's brain became dizzy, her consciousness blurred, stopped functioning, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of even breathing reached Qin Yuhe's ears. He smiled slightly; she had fallen asleep quite quickly.

Actually, sleeping like this, he feels comfortable on one hand, but very uncomfortable on the other...

The next day, when Song Xinya woke up, the seat next to her was empty.

Qin Yuhe should go and get back to work.

With a soft click, the bathroom door opened, and Qin Yuhe stepped out.

Instead of a meticulously dressed white shirt and black trousers, he wore a bathrobe with the belt tied loosely at the waist in a casual knot. His hair was wet, and there were still water droplets on his neck.

Song Xinya: "Mr. Qin, don't you usually shower at night?"

I showered last night, so why did I shower again this morning?

Qin Yuhe gave her a deep look: "If you feel like it, then take a shower."

Song Xinya thought to herself, "Young Master is so particular; he even takes baths with great interest."

She got out of bed, her bare, white feet lightly stepping onto the plush carpet.

The shimmering champagne-colored nightgown she's wearing today doesn't have any bra padding.

At night, lying in bed, I didn't feel ashamed at all.

In broad daylight, standing and walking back and forth, the silk fabric clothing, without any fixing or support, rippled and swayed.

By the time Song Xinya realized what was happening, it was too late; she had already started walking towards Qin Yuhe.

Turning away or covering it with your hand would be too deliberate.

Song Xinya looked toward the bathroom behind Qin Yuhe, as if she was searching for something.

It was as if she didn't care about anything.

Qin Yuhe's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes dark and viscous.

In the past, people relied on themselves to make a living and had plenty of food and clothing.

Now, even though I do it myself, I still want to do it again whenever I see her.

.........

When Song Xinya arrived on the first floor, she saw Qin Yuhe standing in front of the transparent glass wall, holding a mobile phone and making a call.

Judging from the series of financial terms he used, he was busy with work.

Song Xinya didn't disturb him and went to the dining table to eat breakfast.

Seeing that Song Tingye didn't seem to be in a hurry to eat, it was clear that he had already eaten.

Song Tingye lay on the table, staring down at the Chinese test paper, his little face scrunched up like an orange peel.

The pen cap became his chew toy, making a crunching sound as he chewed on it.

Seeing how distressed he was, Song Xinya took a sandwich and walked over to his side.

Upon seeing the questions Song Tingye had answered, Song Xinya instantly lost her appetite for the sandwich she was eating.

Topic: Recite from memory Ma Zhiyuan's poem "Autumn Thoughts" (天净沙·秋思).

Song Tingye's answer: Roast duck under ancient vines and old trees, chicken feet on an ancient road in the west wind, cola chicken wings and lobster, barbecued chicken frame, and dry rice while wandering at the ends of the earth!

Song Xinya was truly speechless: "Song Tingye, is this supposed to be 'Autumn Thoughts' from the poem 'Tianjingsha'? It's more like 'I'm Hungry' from the poem 'Tianjingsha'!"

"This poem was taught in the first year of junior high, not even high school material, and you still managed to recite it wrong!"

The volume rose uncontrollably by eight octaves.

Song Tingye blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, her pupils filled with self-righteousness: "The poem I learned in the first year of junior high school, it's been 5 years, who can remember it? I can only remember the first four words: ancient vines and old trees. Sister, you have to call me a genius."

Song Xinya curled her finger and gave him a sharp rap on the forehead.

"You call yourself a genius? I think you're just a born idiot."

Song Tingye: "These days, does having a bad Chinese score make you an idiot? I can get a perfect score in math."

Song Xinya: "Alright, stop showing off. I know you're good at math. The most important thing now is to improve your Chinese."

She pointed to the Chinese language test paper: "You're about to be a senior in high school, why are you doing middle school Chinese questions?"

Song Tingye: "You have to lay a foundation before you can build a house. I just want to solidify my foundation."

Song Xinya picked up the Chinese language test paper and asked Song Tingye a question: "I examine myself three times a day..."

Song Tingye: "Did you eat breakfast? Did you eat a full lunch? Did you eat too much dinner?"

Song Xinya: "Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me..."

Song Tingye: "Choose the best and piggyback on them, and report the worst."

Song Xinya: "A friend has come from afar..."

Song Tingye: "Though they are far away, they will be punished!"

Song Xinya slammed her Chinese test paper on the table: "Your Chinese score is terrible, it's comparable to Qin Yuyan's math score!"

Song Tingye: "I know Wang Yuyan from 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils' is very beautiful, but who is Qin Yuyan?"

Song Xinya: "Your brother-in-law's sister, my client."

Song Tingye asked, "Is it pretty?"

Song Xinya glanced at him coldly: "What do you want to do?"

Song Tingye: "What can I do? I'm just asking a simple question."

Just then, Qin Yuyan sent a message: [Teacher Song, when are you coming to my house?]

Song Xinya replied: [I'll go after my foot heals.]

Qin Yuyan: [I miss you, sob sob]

[A cat cries and throws a tantrum, pounding the ground. JPG]

Song Xinya: [Have you finished the 100 math problems I left for you?]

The other party fell silent.

Given that Song Tingye's Chinese language scores were so terrible, Song Xinya tutored him from nine in the morning until nine at night.

Every time Qin Yuhe came out of the study, he saw that Song Xinya's heart and eyes were on Song Tingye.

She was wearing shorts today, her two long legs exposed to the air, tender and dazzlingly white.

Qin Yuhe returned to his study, sat in front of the computer, and the image of those long, fair legs kept flashing through his mind.

That evening, in the bedroom, Qin Yuhe sat opposite Song Xinya, holding a hot water bottle.

Song Xinya consciously raised her right leg and placed it on Qin Yuhe's thigh.

Qin Yuhe placed the hot water bottle on her ankle, his gaze sweeping over her long legs, and said, "Your shorts are too short today; they'd be better if they were longer."

He said it was inconvenient to wear pants, and he said shorts were too short. This guy has a lot of demands.

Suddenly, Song Xinya thought of something, her fox-like eyes slightly raised at the corners, her eyebrows and eyes exuding a charming and alluring aura, making her look enchanting and seductive.

"Mr. Qin, have you been thinking about my legs all day?"

She stepped on his white shirt with her small feet and poked his abs with her toes.

"Mr. Qin, would you like to touch my leg?"