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

Chapter 78 Helping her pull up the back zipper

On her birthday, Qin Yuyan made a sincere wish: that Teacher Song would marry her brother and become her sister-in-law.

Now her dream has come true!

My head is spinning, and I feel a dizzy sensation, like a wish suddenly coming true.

Happiness came too suddenly, I'm so worried that I'll wake up and find it was all a dream!

Qin Yuyan asked, still uneasy, "Brother, is Teacher Song really my sister-in-law?"

Qin Yuhe, holding Song Xinya, replied, "Yes, can I hold Teacher Song while I sleep now?"

Qin Yuyan thought for a moment and replied, "Legally speaking, yes."

"Personally speaking, I want to sleep with Teacher Song."

Qin Yuhe scoffed speechlessly: "I'm getting a wife for myself, not for you, understand, girl?"

Qin Yuyan: "I don't understand, and I don't want to understand."

Qin Yuhe ignored her and, not wanting to, put his arm around Song Xinya and headed upstairs.

Qin Yuyan shouted at Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya's retreating figures, "Brother, why didn't you tell me from the moment you walked in that Teacher Song was my sister-in-law?"

Qin Yuhe: "I thought you would figure it out on your own, such an obvious thing, but it turns out I overestimated your intelligence."

Qin Yuyan touched her nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

Just now she was causing all sorts of trouble, running around trying to break up her brother and Teacher Song.

It's like a bear trying to break off corn cobs—a pointless and futile effort!

Qin Yuyan herself wanted to scold herself: "My IQ is worrying!"

She looked up at the spiral staircase.

On the elegantly curved steps, a tall and handsome man held a woman's slender waist, and the two walked upstairs in perfect sync.

The light shone obliquely on the two people from one side, casting their shadows onto the snow-white wall.

The two shadows, linked together, were of different heights and their outlines were as beautiful as a meticulously edited magazine.

Even their shadows are so beautiful.

Qin Yuyan thought to herself, her brother and sister-in-law are such a perfect match.

It's wonderful that such a beautiful woman like Teacher Song married her brother; it's amazing that she didn't let the good stuff go to outsiders.

She highly praised and fully affirmed that her brother was able to marry her sister-in-law.

It feels so good to have my birthday wish come true.

ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)

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Song Xinya was led into a room on the second floor by Qin Yuhe.

The interior design is a minimalist style with black, white, and gray tones, completely different from Qin Yuyan's pink and tender princess style.

Qin Yuhe: "I sometimes stay here. This is my room."

Song Xinya thought to herself, he brought her to his room, he can't just sleep with her now.

It's still early, and I haven't had dinner yet.

My mother and sister are downstairs.

As Song Xinya's heart pounded, Qin Yuhe's voice came from behind her: "Take off your clothes."

The air seemed to freeze, and Song Xinya's heart raced.

"Can I not take it off?"

Qin Yuhe smiled faintly: "How can you change clothes if I don't take them off?"

Changing clothes?

Did he make her take off her clothes so she could change them?

Song Xinya turned to look at Qin Yuhe, her misty eyes filled with a desire for confirmation.

Qin Yuhe looked at her, his smile gentle and refined: "What did you think I brought you here for?"

"Sex?"

Song Xinya's ears burned and her cheeks flushed.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, she had indeed thought that way just now.

Qin Yuhe's gaze fell: "Your dress is wet. We can't let you wear a wet dress forever. I'll bring you here to change."

It's really uncomfortable to have damp, sticky clothes clinging to your body.

Since she wasn't at home and hadn't brought any change of clothes, Song Xinya decided to just bear with it and let herself dry off on her own.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yuhe noticed this and took her to the second floor to change clothes.

She had just guessed that he brought her upstairs to do *that*, but Song Xinya suddenly realized that she had been judging him by her own petty standards.

Qin Yuhe walked to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a bag with the Chanel logo, and handed it to her.

"This is a two-piece dress set. The top is a button-down short-sleeved shirt, and the bottom is a skirt. Try it on and see if you can wear it."

Song Xinya took the clothes out of the packaging bag, hugged them, and went into the bathroom: "I'll try them on."

Qin Yuhe watched as she closed the bathroom door tightly and her figure disappeared.

Ten minutes later, the tightly closed bathroom door opened, and Song Xinya stood in the doorway.

Qin Yuhe looked over and saw that she was still wearing that red dress.

Song Xinya tried her best to appear calm and waved to him: "Mr. Qin, come here."

Qin Yuhe walked over, stood at the door, and looked at her with a leisurely air.

Song Xinya: "The zipper on my back is stuck, can you help me?"

Qin Yuhe's words carried a mocking tone: "Aren't you afraid I'll see your body?"

Song Xinya blushed and replied, "It's not like you haven't seen it before."

Qin Yuhe: "I've seen it before, but every time I watch it, I make new discoveries."

Song Xinya: "Do you think of me as a book, something you can use to review and learn new things?"

Qin Yuhe: "I treat you like a problem. Even if I already have a solution, I still want to go into it again and again, study it, and explore new solutions."

What are you talking about?

Really.

Song Xinya blushed and reached out to close the door.

A slender hand reached in from the outside, creating a gap, and Qin Yuhe's tall and muscular body squeezed in.

He closed the bathroom door with a soft sound, which reached Song Xinya's ears and made her heart skip a beat.

The originally spacious and open bathroom suddenly felt cramped and confined because of his presence.

The air seemed to suddenly stop circulating, so Song Xinya pressed a switch to turn on the exhaust fan.

Qin Yuhe lifted Song Xinya by the waist and pressed her against the sink.

His deep voice echoed in the enclosed space: "Sag down."

Song Xinya braced her hands on the sink and did as he said.

As the waist sags downwards, it naturally forms a graceful, undulating curve with the hips, making the waist slender and thin, while the rounded, perky parts are exceptionally full.

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over the area, and he pressed the tip of his tongue against the contour of his cheek.

He spoke, his voice much hoarser than before: "There's no need to lower yourself so much."

Song Xinya bent up even higher.

The two were close together; he was standing behind her, and she brushed against him.

Qin Yuhe tightened his grip on her waist, his voice becoming even hoarse: "Don't move."

Song Xinya looked up at him in the mirror and noticed that his lips were pursed tightly and his face was dark and unreadable.

She knew him a little bit about this; his expression at that moment wasn't one of unhappiness.

Just before Qin Yuhe looked into the mirror and his deep gaze fell into her eyes, Song Xinya lowered her head.

At this moment, eye contact becomes unclear and ambiguous, and a single spark could ignite a raging fire.

Song Xinya lay there obediently, not daring to move.

"Hurry up and help me zip up my jacket."

"it is good."

Qin Yuhe pinched the zipper with his fingers, pulled it down, and took off her clothes...