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

Qin Yuhe kept his word. After Song Xinya kissed him twice, he immediately transferred two million to her.

Song Xinya cupped her face in her hands, looking adoring and infatuated: "Wow, indeed, men are most handsome when they're paying."

Looking at her current appearance, Qin Yuhe smiled gently: "Little money-grubber."

Song Xinya: "You are the God of Wealth, and I am a little money-grubber. This is called complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses. We are a match made in heaven."

Qin Yuhe: "With such eloquence, your future is sure to be bright."

Song Xinya: "I don't need a future; I'm already as beautiful as a blooming flower."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rested her delicate chin lightly on his chest, and looked at him with clear, sparkling eyes, saying, "Because I have you."

Qin Yuhe was coaxed into becoming an embryo.

At this moment, he really didn't feel any pain at all.

Song Xinya would hug Qin Yuhe from time to time, snuggle up to him, and say sweet things to him.

She peeled the apple into crescent-shaped pieces, held them in her mouth, and fed them to him.

The woman, with a juicy apple between her red lips, slowly approached him.

Qin Yuhe opened his mouth and took the apple from her mouth. He bit down on the white flesh with his teeth, and his thin lips touched her soft lips.

As Song Xinya stepped back, Qin Yuhe raised his arm and pressed it against her back, causing her to fall into his arms.

He enveloped her lower lip with his upper and lower lips and sucked hard.

A tingling, almost unbearable tickle ran down her back.

Unable to resist, and driven by bodily instinct, she opened her lips to breathe, and he bit the apple in half, feeding one half into her mouth.

His tongue also entered her mouth.

The sweet aroma of apples mingled with an ambiguous atmosphere, filling the mouths of both of them.

In this dull and boring hospital ward, she was his only source of joy.

He was obsessed with the feeling of their tongues entwined, greedily stirring up a storm in her mouth, the sounds of their lips and teeth mingling intimately.

His kiss wasn't heavy, it was light and gentle, yet it was extremely tender and lingering.

His kiss seemed gentle, but by the time Song Xinya realized what was happening, she was already panting, her body was weak, and she couldn't muster any strength.

As she struggled to breathe, his arm remained firmly around her slender waist, preventing her from retreating. She could only open her lips in a daze, letting him savor the sweetness in her mouth.

The taste of apples, his taste, intertwined in every inch of her mouth.

Her mind was in a daze, as if filled with his scent.

As for the smell of disinfectant in the ward, she could no longer smell or feel it at all.

When she could no longer breathe, Song Xinya sobbed and begged for mercy, biting Qin Yuhe's tongue with her sharp teeth.

He finally let go of her.

She lay limply on top of him, her fair cheeks flushed red from the kisses.

Qin Yuhe, still wanting more, didn't kiss her deeply again to let her catch her breath. His lips and tongue lingered on her lips, and he used the tip of his tongue to trace the contours of her full and plump lips, licking them until they were glistening, red, and swollen.

Song Xinya closed her trembling eyelashes and tightly gripped the blue and white striped hospital gown he was wearing.

Qin Yuhe lingered on her lips, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. She could fully feel the warmth and moisture of his lips. The soft touch traveled from their lips pressed together, down her throat, and flowed down her back. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

This long kiss seemed endless, as if it would last until the end of time.

Song Xinya's heart was completely under Qin Yuhe's control. Countless tiny, restless anxieties surged within her, and her fingers and body trembled and went limp involuntarily.

not enough.

Neither of them felt it was enough.

Qin Yuhe gave a clear instruction: "Unbutton my shirt and kiss my body."

Song Xinya snapped out of her daze, her face burning: "What do you want to do?"

Qin Yuhe coaxed her, saying, "Just a kiss, nothing else."

"Okay," Song Xinya obediently reached out to unbutton his collar.

Two buttons were undone, revealing the man's strong and muscular chest.

"Hehe".

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Old Mrs. Qin walked in.

Seeing the two people embracing on the hospital bed, and Song Xinya unbuttoning Qin Yuhe's clothes, Old Mrs. Qin quickly covered her eyes with her hands: "What am I seeing? It's not easy being an old person, it's not easy being an old person."

The antonym of "not suitable for children" is "not suitable for the elderly".

Song Xinya's fingers trembled in surprise, and she turned to Grandma Qin and said, "Grandma, I'm helping Hehe button his clothes."

Grandma Qin opened her hands, which were covering her eyes, a crack, and peered out through the gap.

The granddaughter-in-law's face was flushed and her lips were swollen and bright red. The grandson's chest heaved and his breathing was unsteady.

What do you mean by buttoning up? Although she's older, she's not stupid. Someone who's experienced everything can see right through her. This is clearly someone unbuttoning their clothes, getting ready to do something bad.

Grandma Qin put her hand down and said to Song Xinya, "It seems that I, an old woman, have misunderstood. As I get older, my eyesight is not good. I can mistake buttoning for unbuttoning. Ya Ya, you continue buttoning Hehe's clothes."

Of course, she couldn't expose her granddaughter-in-law. As a reasonable old lady, she had to give her granddaughter-in-law face.

Song Xinya buttoned up Qin Yuhe's hospital gown, one button at a time.

Qin Yuhe lay there, utterly dejected: "Grandma, what are you doing here?"

Grandma Qin: "Hehe, look at you, I just arrived and you're already trying to kick me out."

Qin Yuhe: "The Qin family is holding its annual family banquet soon, and the whole family will be there. There must be a lot of things to do at home. When are you going back to Beijing?"

Grandma Qin: "It seems like you not only want to kick me out, but you also want to send me back to northern Beijing."

Qin Yuhe: "It's not that I want to kick you out. I'm just worried that there are too many things to do at home. If you go back late, you won't have time to deal with them. How about this, you go back to Beijing with Grandpa now."

Old Mrs. Qin: "Look at you, so eager to get rid of me! You can't hide it at all! What are you planning to do if you kick me out? What are you planning to do?!"

Old Master Qin walked in and stood next to Old Madam Qin: "Who's trying to kick you out?"

Grandma Qin complained to her husband, feeling wronged: "Hehe said we should go back to Beijing now."

Grandpa Qin looked at Qin Yuhe, then at Song Xinya, and made a final decision: "We'll return to Beijing once Yuhe has fully recovered."

Qin Yuhe said expressionlessly, "Good." (Bad)

Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin sat around Qin Yuhe. Their hair was gray. They poured water for Qin Yuhe, peeled oranges for him, told him jokes, and took his temperature every hour because they were worried that he might have a fever. At dinner, Grandma Qin fed Qin Yuhe while Grandpa Qin wiped his mouth.

Sitting beside her, Song Xinya deeply felt the love that Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin had for Qin Yuhe.

To allow Qin Yuhe to rest well, the old man and woman prepared to go home shortly after dinner.

Song Xinya got up to see them off. In the long corridor, Old Mrs. Qin held her hand and gave her earnest advice.

"Ya Ya, I know you're a good girl. Hehe is young and impetuous, and there are some things you must not let him do as he pleases. Your health is the most important thing."

Song Xinya naturally understood what the old lady meant and nodded.

Back in the ward, she saw Qin Yuhe leaning against the wall, looking on expectantly: "Why did it take you so long?"

Song Xinya: "I was only out for five minutes."

Qin Yuhe: "I feel like it's been fifty minutes."

Song Xinya: "Your sensory system has a problem; the diagnosis is called 'Thinking-about-me syndrome.'"

Qin Yuhe smiled: "It seems so."

He is usually busy with work, independent and self-reliant, and would never be so clingy as he is now.

When people are sick, they are more vulnerable than usual and want to rely on others.

Being needed and relied upon by him made Song Xinya feel happy.

She only had the opportunity to give him love because she was needed.

She went to his bedside, tucked him in, and pressed her forehead against his to make sure his temperature was normal and he didn't have a fever.

She held his arm with her soft, white hands, and spoke to him in a gentle, soothing voice: "When you're sick, sleeping more helps boost your immunity and promotes recovery. You need to rest now."

Qin Yuhe looked at her and said, "I want to sleep with you."