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

The night was as dark as ink, and the world was completely silent. In the hotel room, Qin Yuhe lay alone on the double bed.

The room was quiet.

Qin Yuhe's heart was in turmoil.

My body is even more agitated.

The photos Song Xinya sent him were unbearable to look at; seeing them only made him more agitated.

I want to watch it even if it's boring.

Qin Yuhe stared at the photo, his eyes unblinking.

Song Xinya sent another message: [Mr. Qin, why aren't you saying anything?]

Qin Yuhe tapped his fingers on the screen: [I'm enjoying it]

Song Xinya: [That ruby ​​necklace is indeed beautiful and worth admiring.]

Qin Yuhe: [Your Ditch]

A blush quickly spread across Song Xinya's cheeks like a rising tide, and her earlobes felt tingly and hot.

[Mr. Qin, my intention was to show you the ruby ​​necklace.]

Qin Yuhe: [Guess whether I believe it or not]

Song Xinya: [Do you believe it?]

Qin Yuhe: [If you say I believe you, then I believe you.]

Song Xinya: [Does it look good?]

Qin Yuhe: [Beautiful, exceptionally fair-skinned, exceptionally dark-skinned]

Song Xinya stood up from the dressing table, walked to the bedside, and lightly jumped onto the bed.

She buried her face in the blanket, rubbing her fair cheeks against it, the scalding heat turning the cool fabric warm.

She typed with her rosy lips slightly parted: [Don't look around]

Qin Yuhe: [Couldn't help it]

Song Xinya buried her face in the blanket and smiled sweetly.

Shaoqing, after laughing enough, she texted him: [Is Mr. Qin currently burning with lust?]

Qin Yuhe: [More than that, I'm already burning fiercely.]

Song Xinya: [Are you feeling unwell?]

Qin Yuhe: [Feeling unwell]

It's okay if you feel bad.

This was her punishment for him.

Song Xinya put her phone on the bedside table, lifted the covers, lay down, closed her long, thick, curled eyelashes, and happily prepared to sleep.

He said he was feeling unwell. Logically speaking, shouldn't she politely ask, "What can I do to make you feel better?"

Qin Yuhe was just waiting for her to say those words.

I waited and waited, but nothing came.

Qin Yuhe couldn't help but send a message: [?]

Half an hour later, there was no response.

An hour later, there was no response.

It's confirmed, she won't reply to him today.

Qin Yuhe smiled helplessly.

Mrs. Qin, why did you leave halfway through our conversation?

Qin Yuhe glanced down at himself; an hour had passed, and he was still standing there.

He placed his phone on the bedside table and reluctantly lay back down on the bed.

After waiting for two hours, it finally subsided.

It was already past midnight.

As Qin Yuhe grew sleepy and his consciousness gradually became hazy, just as he was about to fall asleep, an untimely sound suddenly came from the next room.

"Ahhhhhh"

Sweet and cloying, sobbing and whimpering, with a loud voice.

The young couple living next door are doing their pre-sleep exercises.

The hotel's soundproofing was poor; not only could I hear women's voices, but I could also clearly hear men's growls.

And what men say, which is usually an insult, but in bed it can be described as three romantic words: "little slut."

The woman moaned in response, "Brother, I'm a little slut, a little slut who belongs only to you, ahhhhhh!"

Qin Yuhe: "……………………………………"

I don't understand, but I respect it.

The sleepiness I had finally managed to cultivate was completely chased away by the young couple next door.

Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and glanced at it; it was three in the morning.

There's nothing that can't be done before midnight. There had been no movement until 3 a.m., when all the commotion suddenly started.

Would this be considered disturbing the peace in the middle of the night?

The noise from next door was intermittent, but it didn't seem unbearable.

Qin Yuhe closed his eyes, continuing to try to fall asleep.

Five minutes later, the noise from next door grew louder and louder, like a battle was about to break out.

They really aren't afraid of being overheard by others.

It's estimated that everyone else became part of their lovey-dovey game.

The beds in Qin Yuhe's room were placed head-to-head with those in the next room.

Thump thump thump thump thump—, the headboard slammed against the wall, making a loud noise and causing the bed where Qin Yuhe was sleeping to shake.

I can't sleep now.

Qin Yuhe sat up, threw off the covers, went downstairs, turned on the TV, and turned up the volume to drown out the noise from next door.

Based on the average duration for Asian men, it takes about 3-10 minutes, while the man next door finishes.

But to Qin Yuhe's surprise, all the sounds stopped an hour later.

Men, to some extent, have a competitive streak when it comes to this.

Qin Yuhe thought to himself, "Not as good as me."

He lay back down, and another hour passed, but Qin Yuhe still couldn't fall asleep.

When he closed his eyes, all he could see in his mind was snow-white skin, full curves, and rubies set in deep cleavage.

Extremely alluring, captivating and mesmerizing.

On the third night of his business trip, Qin Yuhe didn't sleep well again.

On the fourth night, Song Xinya wore a tank top, revealing her narrow, slender waist, and took a photo to send to Qin Yuhe.

[Just finished exercising, it's so hot, I sweated a lot.]

Qin Yuhe: She wanted me to kiss her waist.

On the fifth night, Song Xinya, wearing a gold bracelet on her wrist, placed her hand on her fair thigh, took a picture, and sent it to Qin Yuhe.

[Gold prices have skyrocketed this year; I bought this bracelet last year and made a fortune.]

Qin Yuhe: She wanted me to kiss her thigh.

On the sixth night, Song Xinya painted her ten fair and white toes with shiny pink nail polish, took a picture, and sent it to Qin Yuhe.

I just bought a new bottle of nail polish, a rose pink one.

Qin Yuhe: She wanted me to kiss her feet.

foot?

Can you kiss like that?