novelraw Chapter 89 I think you've always been very beautiful
Chapter 89 I think you've always been very beautiful
In the living room, Qin Yuhe sat upright at the dining table, with a band-aid on each side of his face.
Song Xinya lowered her head guiltily as she ate her steamed buns, not daring to look at his bruised face.
Qin Yuhe looked at her with a lazy smile: "Song Xinya, just say you're after my body. Six times wasn't enough, so you used scratching me to secretly benefit yourself, insisting that I have sex with you seven times a night."
Song Xinya almost choked to death when she couldn't swallow a single xiaolongbao.
A glass of warm water was handed to her, and Song Tingye stood beside her: "Brother-in-law, what are you and my sister talking about? It sounds like something really exciting, it's making my sister choke."
Qin Yuhe: "Let's talk about why your essays always go off-topic, and why your Chinese language scores aren't improving."
Song Tingye: "I suddenly remembered I have something to do. You guys eat first, I'm leaving."
He turned and ran.
Song Xinya reached out and grabbed his clothes.
The white T-shirt was covered in a small mound.
Song Xinya: "You're the kind of person who sees food more than her own father, what could be more important to you than eating? Stop pretending, you're just trying to escape."
Song Tingye walked back with his head hanging low: "I've been studying and studying, but my Chinese grades have remained stagnant. I feel guilty about it."
He looked at the delicious breakfast spread on the table: "As an aspiring model student, my Chinese language grades have never improved, which is a real worry for me. I often wake up in the middle of the night and can't fall back asleep because of my worries. Now, seeing this table full of delicious food, I can't eat anything."
Song Xinya handed a large beef bun to Song Tingye's mouth.
Song Tingye opened his mouth and took a big bite: "Aww—"
Song Xinya: "Isn't this food quite delicious?"
Song Tingye: "Sister, you've practically brought the meat bun to my lips. If I don't eat it, wouldn't that be disrespectful to you? Don't misunderstand, I'm eating it to give you face."
Song Xinya: "You're such a fool! Keep pretending."
Qin Yuhe: "It's pointless to pretend; it won't look convincing."
Song Xinya: "A real man is always positive and always solves problems."
Song Tingye: "I am a young husband."
Qin Yuhe: "Knowing that we are still young, we should be more proactive and try to grow up as soon as possible."
Song Xinya: "You have to do twenty sets of Chinese language tests today. You're not allowed to eat dinner until you finish them."
Qin Yuhe: "Twenty sets are too few, fifty sets would be more appropriate."
Song Tingye slammed his fist on the table, displaying the imposing manner of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang rising up in rebellion: "You two are bullying me!"
Song Xinya: "Let's try filming one more time. Don't even think about eating breakfast."
Qin Yuhe: "Lunch is optional."
Song Tingye sat back down smoothly: "Let's stop filming and eat."
Before, Song Tingye felt like he had a mountain weighing on his head because of his older sister. Now that his sister is married, he feels like he has two mountains weighing on his head: his sister and his brother-in-law.
Sun Wukong only has a mountain pressing down on him; he's not even as good as a mischievous monkey.
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After the meal, Song Xinya picked up her bag and prepared to go to work.
She had just stepped out the door when the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her.
Thinking of the scene of her and Qin Yuhe making love in this car last night, Song Xinya's cheeks flushed.
Actually, she didn't really want to ride in this car.
Qin Yuhe stood beside her and said, "I thought it might be inconvenient for you to ride your electric bike to work today, so I thought I'd drop you off at the company and then go to the airport."
Since he meant well, she naturally wouldn't refuse. Song Xinya replied, "Okay."
She glanced at the driver's seat in the front, then looked down, her toes tapping the ground repeatedly.
"Who cleaned up the marks we left on the back seat?"
The driver is usually responsible for maintaining the cleanliness and sanitation inside the car.
The thought of others seeing the marks left after she and Qin Yuhe made love made her feel ashamed to face anyone.
I remember last night, when Qin Yuhe carried her away, the back seat was still reclined.
Song Xinya poked the ground with her toes even more enthusiastically.
Qin Yuhe: "If you keep poking, a piece of leather will fall off your shoe."
Song Xinya stopped poking, her head still bowed deeply.
Qin Yuhe already knew she was shy: "I told the driver yesterday not to touch anything in the car. The partition was still down, and no one checked the back of the car."
Song Xinya raised her head and placed her hand on her chest: "That's good."
Qin Yuhe opened the back door: "Get in."
Song Xinya looked into the car and noticed something very striking: on one of the two black seats in the back, there was a small piece of pink fabric lying on it.
A vivid image flashed through her mind, and her heart skipped a beat.
Mr. Qin is a man of his word; if he said he would tear his wife's underwear, he would definitely do it.
That's how these two small pieces of fabric came about.
Song Xinya bent down and sat in the car, holding two small pieces of pink fabric in her hands, and handed them to Qin Yuhe, who was standing outside the car: "You should throw them away quickly, so no one else can see them."
Qin Yuhe took it, held it in his palm, and put it in his pocket: "I'll keep it as a souvenir."
Song Xinya: "...Why do you always like to keep weird things as souvenirs?"
Qin Yuhe: "This is something you wore, it's very meaningful."
Song Xinya thought he was mentally ill.
Qin Yuhe got into the car and used a wet wipe to clean the various marks on the seats.
Rolls-Royce is very well sealed, which is why the sweet and ambiguous atmosphere from last night hasn't dissipated.
Song Xinya sat in the car, her mind racing with random thoughts, feeling restless and uneasy.
The car was speeding along the highway, and she looked out the window.
"What's so interesting outside the car?" Qin Yuhe's voice came from behind.
Song Xinya turned around, her soft, rosy lips brushing against his cheek.
I don't know when, but he came up to me.
At this moment, her lips were less than a centimeter away from his cheek.
Her sweet, cloying breath touched his lips.
Qin Yuhe's gaze fell on her lips.
"Why are you looking out the window? Your husband is leaving. Don't you want to look at him?"
Song Xinya smiled sweetly, "We've been together every day these past few days."
Qin Yuhe: "So you're just tired of seeing it?"
Song Xinya: "No, we're together every day, what's there to see?"
"Really?" Qin Yuhe pressed his thumb against her lips and gave them a firm squeeze. "I've always thought you were very beautiful."