novelraw Chapter 84 Who says I have to stop just because the car stops?
Chapter 84 Who says I have to stop just because the car stops?
Song Xinya sat on Qin Yuhe's lap.
The man's body was vigorous and energetic, with a burning heat and a hardness on the verge of exploding.
Their bodies were pressed together; she was like a handful of soft rose petals, exuding a sweet fragrance, obediently nestled on his shoulder.
A woman's soft and gentle body is always captivating.
It can easily arouse a man.
Qin Yuhe's breath was hot and tense.
Song Xinya buried her cheek in the crook of his neck. He turned his face toward her, and she could clearly feel the hot breath coming from his nostrils, so hot that it made her skin tingle.
"Why aren't you answering me?" Qin Yuhe pinched the soft flesh of Song Xinya's side. "Do you want to or not?"
He's usually a gentle and refined person, but at times like this, he always touches and pinches her.
A slight pain, accompanied by a dense electric current, surged forth suddenly, like a rising tide.
Song Xinya opened her rosy lips and called out.
Her delicate, trembling voice was like a hook dipped in honey.
"I don't want to die several times; one death is enough."
"Yeah?"
Song Xinya's lips pressed against the crook of his neck, and a soft, delicate sound escaped from between his lips and his skin.
"I don't want to die several times, once is enough."
Qin Yuhe chuckled lightly: "Mrs. Qin, your body doesn't say that."
They say no, but their actions tell a different story.
The lights were on; she shyly kept her eyes tightly closed, while his eyes were open.
He saw her every reaction clearly.
He can distinguish between pleasure and pleasure.
Song Xinya felt a little embarrassed after being exposed.
Man, can't you give me any face?!
She tried to make amends, saying, "I was too tired after several of those little deaths. I don't have the stamina to keep up."
Qin Yuhe said, "Your physical strength is indeed poor."
Song Xinya: "..."
The fairy never admits defeat, and she said to him, "Why don't you just say it's because you have too much stamina?"
He's like a perpetual motion machine that never gets tired; what woman could stand him?
Qin Yuhe asked, "You exercise every day, how come your stamina is still so poor?"
Song Xinya: "If I didn't exercise every day, you would have killed me in bed long ago."
If it were a woman with a weak constitution, his sturdy physique would have worn her out!
Qin Yuhe's thin lips curved into a lazy smile: "The way you're saying that makes it sound like I was the one torturing you in bed."
Song Xinya straightened up, looked at him, and blinked with a serious expression: "Isn't that right? Look at the suffering I endure every night."
With his tongue brushing against his cheek, Qin Yuhe said, "Mrs. Qin, do you know what this kind of behavior is called?"
Song Xinya: "Selfless, dedicating oneself to illuminate others?"
Qin Yuhe: "Use it and throw it away, enjoy it and then deny everything."
There's a specific word used to describe this behavior in men—
Pulling out the condolence message is heartless.
He reached out and pinched her soft, white cheek, pressing his forehead against hers, the distance between them suddenly closing.
"And you even turned around and accused me of torturing you, huh?"
Skin to skin.
Temperature transfer.
Their breaths mingled.
His low, deep "hmm" reached her ears, and Song Xinya felt as if her ears were pregnant.
His forehead was pressed against hers, such an intimate gesture that they could hear each other's every breath clearly.
The air conditioning was on in the car, and the temperature was low, but it still couldn't stop the temperature from rising steadily.
The intimate gesture didn't end quickly; he kept his forehead pressed against hers, his long, beautiful fingers pinching her face, restraining her and preventing her from escaping.
Inevitably, Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe.
Their eyes met, their gazes collided.
Her watery eyes, filled with shyness and timidity, met his gaze the moment they met. In an instant, the sparks that filled the air seemed to ignite into a blazing fire, ready to burst into flames at the slightest touch.
Qin Yuhe wrapped his arms around her waist, nimbly flipped her over, and pinned Song Xinya to the seat.
Song Xinya's body was folded up in the small space of the chair.
She was still carrying his heavy weight on her back.
She was undeniably exciting.
A novel, unprecedented experience.
The Rolls-Royce sped along the highway. The night was deep, and the colorful neon lights of the tall buildings on both sides of the road flashed by, receding into a shimmering ribbon of light.
The black tie he had tied around her waist was untied by his own hands.
He impatiently tossed it aside.
The white Chanel midi skirt, with his movements, slid down her smooth skin, dangling precariously at her slender ankles, before he ripped it off and tossed it onto the chair next to her.
Song Xinya reminded us, "It's only a 20-minute drive from here to our home."
Qin Yuhe: "Who said I have to stop just because the car is parked?"
Yes.
The car has stopped, but he doesn't have to.
Song Xinya felt that she was still too naive, limited by fixed thinking, assuming that once the car stopped, the two of them had to get out.
Actually, it's up to him when to get off the bus.
Women are generally more ashamed than men. Song Xinya placed her hands on Qin Yuhe's chest, her shimmering eyes glancing forward with suspicion: "Is this partition soundproof?"
Qin Yuhe grasped her hands and placed them above her head: "Even if you scream your lungs out, the driver in front won't hear you."
This is a bespoke, one-of-a-kind luxury car in the world, equipped with a privacy sound shield that blocks information, a noise-reducing ceiling, and silent tires.
As soon as the partition was lowered, the driver instantly became deaf, unable to hear anything from the back seat.
Qin Yuhe's aggressive gaze swept over Song Xinya, eager to savor the feast of beauty.
"Any other questions?"
"I, I, I..."
Qin Yuhe: "You didn't."
He swooped down...