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

Chapter 87 I'll Cover Your Fall

The two people lay on the double bed, each occupying one side of the bed.

Song Xinya had her back to Qin Yuhe, her face flushed, and she was still thinking about what Qin Yuhe had just said.

He wanted to keep the suit jacket stained with her menstrual blood as a memento...

What are his quirks?

He really doesn't mind being dirty at all.

In the quiet room, the occasional sound of turning pages could be heard.

After lying quietly for a while, Song Xinya turned around and looked at Qin Yuhe.

In the warm yellow light, his long, straight eyelashes drooped, and he held the book written entirely in English in his hand. His gaze was fixed on the pages, calm and composed, and he was enveloped in a gentle yet aloof air of nobility.

He was a completely different person from the one who grabbed her waist and acted fiercely.

Song Xinya thought that Qin Yuhe must have entered that so-called "wise man's time" at this moment.

Other men smoke a cigarette after sex, but he reads a book.

President Qin has rather refined taste.

Song Xinya kept staring at Qin Yuhe, so it was impossible for him not to notice.

Qin Yuhe paused in his flipping through the papers, his dark, lustrous eyes looking towards Song Xinya.

"Didn't you just say you were sleepy? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Song Xinya: "I can't sleep."

Qin Yuhe: "Did I bother you?"

Song Xinya: "No, if I'm sleepy, I can fall asleep even with the lights on and Wild Wolf Disco music playing next to me."

She clasped her hands together beside her cheeks and blinked. "I just suddenly can't sleep."

Qin Yuhe: "Looks like I didn't work hard enough just now, and I didn't exhaust you to the point of passing out."

Song Xinya gave him a coquettish glare, her alluring eyes shimmering with seductive allure.

She reached out and gave his hand, which was holding the book, a suggestive tap.

Her soft, white fingers gently caressed the back of his hand, slowly gliding over the bulging, winding veins. Just as they were about to slip away from his fingertips, he turned and grasped her hand.

The book was placed on the bedside table, and his attention was focused on her.

The mattress dipped slightly as he lay down and pulled her into his arms.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, his arms around her body, neither too tight nor too loose, just the right amount of tightness, holding her close in his embrace, their bodies pressed together.

She buried her face in his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling his body temperature and breath, and felt a sense of security enveloped in tenderness, which was very comfortable.

The whole world quieted down and slowed down, leaving only each other's heartbeats, quiet and peaceful.

Actually, Song Xinya couldn't sleep because she kept thinking about something.

She has been married to him for over a month, but she is not pregnant yet.

She thought of one reason why she wasn't pregnant.

Coincidentally, the days when she and Qin Yuhe got married were all around the time when she was about to have her period.

The seven days before menstruation begins and the eight days after menstruation ends, known as the "seven days before and eight days after," are considered a woman's safe period, during which the probability of pregnancy is low.

His job requires him to travel frequently, and his return time is uncertain.

If every time she happens to be in the "seven days before and eight days after" period, how will she ever get pregnant again?

Knowing that Qin Yuhe would be going to Shanghai on a business trip tomorrow, Song Xinya asked expectantly, "Mr. Qin, when will you be back next time?"

Before, she would be very happy when she heard that he was leaving. Now, even before he has left, she is already looking forward to his return.

Qin Yuhe felt flattered.

"Mrs. Qin, you've already made an appointment with me for the next time."

I am very pleased.

I am very pleased!

It's not wrong to say it's an appointment for next time; Song Xinya was indeed thinking about handling things next time.

Qin Yuhe: "A week from now, the Qin family will announce our marriage to all members of Beijing's high society. This will be your first public appearance as the young mistress of the Qin family, my wife, Mrs. Qin. I will come back and attend with you."

Song Xinya thought about what would happen a week from now, feeling both anticipation and apprehension.

"For such a grand occasion, does your Qin family have any etiquette or rules? I'd like to learn them beforehand so I don't embarrass your family later."

Qin Yuhe held her arm and patted her back gently. His gentle smile was languid, but his words were firm and resolute, both tender and powerful.

"Song Xinya, you don't need to learn rules for others, you just need to be yourself."

The softest part of her heart was struck hard, and Song Xinya's whole heart felt like it was melting.

She lifted her head from his embrace, looking at his handsome face, her beautiful eyes filled with charm and tenderness.

"The Qin family is so prestigious. If I were to behave in any way that is not elegant, wouldn't I bring shame to the Qin family?"

Qin Yuhe looked down at her, his jade-like fingers gently stroking her face.

"Only the weak need to care about what others think. When you're at the top of the pyramid, whatever you do is right."

"Song Xinya, you must remember, as long as I stand by your side, no one will dare to say a bad word about you."

"So what I need to do is," Song Xinya paused, then said, "be myself?"

"Yes, be yourself. You don't need to cater to anyone's preferences. Be bold and be yourself," Qin Yuhe said, stroking her face with his palm. "I'll back you up."

Without giving her a long lecture, he told her that she just needed to be herself, to boldly be herself, and that he would take care of her.

This is probably what it feels like to have someone backing you up. She is no longer standing alone on the edge of a cliff. Someone has tied an indestructible safety rope around her waist, and no one dares to untie it because the person holding the other end of the rope is him, Qin Yuhe.

Moved, Song Xinya moved and snuggled into his arms like a kitten cuddling with its owner.

Qin Yuhe's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Behave yourself."

Song Xinya wondered to herself, "Does he think I'm too clingy?"

She broke free from his embrace, her body rolling along the sheets to the outside.

With the soft, fragrant woman gone, Qin Yuhe felt a void in his arms, and a void in his heart as well.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against the bed sheets rose and fell, coming closely.

Song Xinya rolled back, stretched out her soft, white arms, and hugged Qin Yuhe tightly.

"Mr. Qin, I want to hold you while I sleep tonight."

He looked down at her; her bright and beautiful face was radiant, her clear and sparkling eyes were captivating, and a sense of dependence floated in them.

She's usually a very independent person, and she doesn't often act clingy like this.

Qin Yuhe wrapped his long arm around her and pulled her into a tight embrace: "Hug me if you want, we're a legally married couple."

Song Xinya writhed even more in his arms, like an octopus, her hands and feet wrapped around him, one leg draped over his waist, the other pressing against his leg.

Her posture...

Qin Yuhe: "Aren't you worried about it showing?"

Song Xinya: "What if it leaks and gets on your clothes?"

Qin Yuhe: "That way I'll have another souvenir."

Song Xinya buried her face in his chest and giggled.

Mr. Qin, he's very good at talking.

Song Xinya became even more emboldened, her smooth and supple legs sweeping back and forth across his waist and abdomen.

Qin Yuhe's anger flared up again, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Mrs. Qin, do you know that I didn't eat enough tonight..."

Song Xinya: "So?"

Anyway, he can't eat her now.

She was very pleased with herself.

Qin Yuhe: "If you keep doing this, you can choose between my hand and my mouth."

Song Xinya paused for a moment, then, as if realizing something, asked, "What do you mean?"

Qin Yuhe: "It means exactly what you're thinking..."

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