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

Chapter 88, 7 times

Song Xinya was so frightened that she dared not move.

Her thighs, which had been sweeping across his waist and abdomen, stopped abruptly, pressing down on him.

For a moment, the room was completely silent.

All they could hear was the pounding of each other's heartbeats and their somewhat rapid breathing.

Even through the fabric, she could clearly feel the hot, taut body temperature of the man beside her.

Whether it was psychological or not, she suddenly felt her hands were sore and her mouth was numb.

Her rosy lips unconsciously pursed slightly, then relaxed again.

After a long pause, Song Xinya blushed and stammered, "I don't know how."

Qin Yuhe: "I'll find you a movie, you can watch it and learn from it."

Song Xinya's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed.

She had previously told Tian Tianquan that Qin Yuhe wouldn't watch that kind of stuff, but now she's been proven wrong.

She couldn't believe it: "Mr. Qin, how could someone as refined as you watch that kind of stuff?"

Qin Yuhe: "If I don't watch, do you expect me to teach me?"

He asked her, "What can you do?"

"I will..." Song Xinya opened her mouth, thought for a long time, but couldn't remember.

Qin Yuhe: "You'll be lying down."

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Song Xinya felt like she was being ridiculed.

She finally knew who he had learned all those "eighteen martial arts skills" from.

He got all proud of himself just for watching a movie, tsk tsk.

Qin Yuhe shook Song Xinya's arm, causing her body to tremble.

"Want to see?"

He reached for his phone on the bedside table.

Song Xinya quickly pulled her leg back from his waist and abdomen, rolled over, and tumbled to the edge of the bed, turning her back to him: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

A warm heat source came from behind, his chest pressed against her back, his deep voice mixed with a mischievous laugh.

"I misspoke earlier. Mrs. Qin can not only lie down, she can also lie on her stomach."

again.

She was mocked again.

Song Xinya blushed crimson, turned around, placed her hands on his chest, and pushed him away forcefully: "Mr. Qin, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on her back, pulled her into a tight embrace, and said, "Mrs. Qin, I care about you."

His arms were strong and firm, and the force with which he held her was domineering and powerful, leaving no room for refusal.

The two bodies were pressed intimately together.

She was enveloped in his gentle body temperature and surrounded by his refined and calm aura.

Soon, drowsiness crept in, and Song Xinya felt dizzy.

Qin Yuhe's voice drilled into my ears: "Watching porn has nothing to do with being highbrow or lowbrow. During the day, you give your body to the world, and at night you give your body to yourself. Be true to your senses, openly accept your desires, enjoy the pleasure of intertwining with each other, reconcile with your lust, and give your mind and body a channel for release and happiness. This is how you treat yourself well."

As Song Xinya drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions—

President Qin really knows how to talk; even the way he talks about watching movies sounds sophisticated.

.........

Early in the morning, when Song Xinya woke up, she saw Qin Yuhe walking out of the bathroom once again.

She looked at his wet hair and the moisture clinging to his clothes: "Do you like taking a shower in the morning now?"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't like it."

Song Xinya: "Then why are you still washing?"

Qin Yuhe: "There's nothing I can do."

Song Xinya was puzzled. It's just taking a shower. He can take a shower if he likes it, and he can not take a shower if he doesn't like it. Why can't he have sex with her?

Qin Yuhe was indeed at a loss, because he was feeling uncomfortable keeping it bottled up.

Song Xinya threw off the covers and got out of bed, her long, shapely legs exposed to the air, dazzlingly white.

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over them, and his newly regained composure began to crack.

Song Xinya walked towards him, her soft body close to him, her fragrant scent filling his nostrils.

She placed her hand on his chest, feeling its softness and warmth: "Mr. Qin, would you like me to help you change your clothes?"

Qin Yuhe lowered his gaze to the small, delicate hand on his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing: "No need."

Song Xinya: "No need to be so polite with me."

Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome. Another time."

He walked towards the wardrobe to change his clothes.

The man's firm pectoral muscles were pulled away from her palm. Song Xinya felt that Qin Yuhe was acting strangely today. Didn't he usually like physical contact with her? Why was he avoiding it today?

After Song Xinya finished washing up in the restroom, she came out to see that Qin Yuhe had already changed his clothes and was dressed in a suit and tie.

He was going on a business trip to Shanghai today, his flight was in the morning. At this moment, he stood calmly by the wardrobe, his hands in his pockets, staring straight at her.

Song Xinya: "Are you waiting for me?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yes."

Seeing that he looked quite serious, Song Xinya figured he must have something to say to her, so she waited quietly for him to speak.

Qin Yuhe: "Didn't we agree that we wouldn't keep other women's or men's things in our room?"

Song Xinya: "I didn't put it down."

Qin Yuhe: "In the cabinet closest to the back, there is a gift box containing men's products."

Song Xinya: "That was a gift I gave you."

"I see," Qin Yuhe's serious expression crumbled, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Song Xinya walked to the innermost cabinet door, took out the exquisitely wrapped gift box, and handed it to him with both hands: "This is for you."

Qin Yuhe accepted it with both hands: "Thank you."

He ran his fingers over the high-quality packaging box: "What gift did you give me?"

Song Xinya had no reason to hide anything and truthfully replied, "It's nothing valuable. It can't compare to the luxury cars and villas that our business partners give you. It's just a very ordinary little gift."

Qin Yuhe opened the box and saw that it contained a razor.

"This gift is priceless in every way, but it is very precious to me," he said, looking at her, "because it was from you."

Song Xinya smiled shyly: "I'm glad you don't mind."

Qin Yuhe: "How could I possibly dislike a gift from my wife?"

Song Xinya stared at his chin and noticed that stubble had appeared even though he hadn't shaved for just one day.

"Mr. Qin, let me shave you."

Qin Yuhe glanced at the razor in his hand: "This is manual. Do you even know how to shave?"

Song Xinya: "I shaved Tian Tian's armpit hair."

Shaving your beard and shaving your armpits should be about the same, right?

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "You girls still act like this?"

Song Xinya: "Tian Tianquan has a very easygoing personality. She'll ask me to shave her for her. We help each other out, you know."

Qin Yuhe glanced at her arm: "It seems you don't need anyone to help you shave."

Song Xinya: "I don't have any hair on my arms, armpits, or legs."

Qin Yuhe said, "It's not that it's not available in every place."

Song Xinya remembered what Tian Tianquan had said: razors can be used as sex toys.

For some reason, Song Xinya always felt that Qin Yuhe meant that.

He knows so many tricks.

Did you learn this from watching movies again?

Song Xinya pretended not to understand: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Qin Yuhe: "I was talking about hair."

Song Xinya: "I believe you."

.........

In the bathroom, in front of the mirror.

Song Xinya stood facing Qin Yuhe, rubbing the shaving cream in the palm of her other hand to create a rich lather.

She used her fingers to apply white foam to his chin and philtrum.

Looking at Qin Yuhe's appearance, Song Xinya called him, "Santa Claus."

Qin Yuhe: "Whatever gift you want, Santa Claus will make it happen."

Song Xinya thought for a moment and said, "I don't need any gifts, I just want my husband's needs to be reduced."

Qin Yuhe: "I asked your husband, and he said no."

Song Xinya: "Hmph."

Qin Yuhe: "Even a humph won't do."

Song Xinya leaned closer to him, holding up the razor in her hand, and carefully and slowly shaved his beard.

She tiptoed closer to him.

He held her slender waist with both hands.

The room was filled with the smell of shaving foam, but Qin Yuhe could smell the natural fragrance emanating from her body.

Song Xinya was still wearing the slip dress she wore to bed, with two narrow straps hanging on her thin, fair shoulders.

At such close range, Qin Yuhe, being very tall, had a natural advantage in height and looked down into her nightgown.

The woman's curves were graceful, her full figure resembling a ripe peach.

His fingers, acting on their own will, couldn't help but linger on her waist.

A tingling, itchy sensation shot up from his fingertips. Song Xinya scolded him, "Don't move, don't move around. I have a razor blade."

Qin Yuhe: "Aren't your feet tired from standing on tiptoe?"

Song Xinya: "Tired."

"To save you the trouble," Qin Yuhe said, "lean your upper body against me."

Song Xinya thought about it and agreed: "Good idea."

Her soft, delicate body nestled against his hard chest.

She held a razor in one hand and wrapped the other around his neck. Since they were already pressed together, she decided to use him as a support and press even closer.

The delicate body in his arms was soft and supple, inspiring countless fantasies.

Qin Yuhe's veins bulged everywhere he went.

A speechless smile curled at the corners of his lips. Was he asking for a benefit or asking for trouble? Wouldn't he be the one suffering in the end?

As the razor glided across one side of my cheek, a tightening sensation spread through my skin.

Qin Yuhe: "Song Xinya, don't scratch me."

Song Xinya: "What would happen if I got scratched?"

Qin Yuhe: "You know, you owe me five times of sex that I never had."

"If you scratch me once, you'll get another one."

Song Xinya's small hand trembled, and with a hiss, she scraped a bloody mark on his left cheek.

Qin Yuhe: "Six times."

Song Xinya: "You, you, you..."

In that moment of distraction, ouch—she scraped another bloody mark on his right cheek.

Qin Yuhe: "Seven times."