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

The woman's breath, as she spoke, sprayed onto Qin Yuhe's ear. The warm, moist, and tingling sensation suddenly exploded on his skin, the touch exceptionally clear.

Qin Yuhe's hand, which was gripping Song Xinya's thigh, tightened involuntarily.

"Ah—" the girl on his back cried out softly, her voice like honey dripping from a honeycomb.

"Qin Yuhe, why are you pinching my thigh?"

"No pinch."

As he uttered those two words, Qin Yuhe's throat went dry.

"Liar, you pinched my thigh so hard it hurts," Song Xinya said, pouting her red lips, clearly dissatisfied with his answer.

"I kissed you, and you pinched me. How could you repay kindness with enmity?"

Qin Yuhe said, "Did you kiss me? I didn't feel it just now."

Song Xinya: "I kissed him, I clearly kissed him."

Qin Yuhe asked, "How did you kiss me?"

Song Xinya lowered her head, nestled against his neck, and pressed her soft, petal-like lips against the skin of his neck, giving him another kiss.

"That's how I kissed him."

Qin Yuhe pressed the tip of his tongue against the side of his mouth, making a half-circle, his cheek bulged, and the upturned corners of his lips showed his pleasure.

He said, "I still don't feel it."

Song Xinya looked surprised, her unclear eyes filled with confusion.

Immediately, she nestled against his neck, sucking softly...

My lips are numb from sucking so much.

"Qin Yuhe, do you feel it now?"

Qin Yuhe smiled and said, "Yeah, I felt it this time."

Song Xinya asked, "Now can you answer me why you pinched my leg just now?"

Qin Yuhe: "I didn't mean to."

Song Xinya: "You're lying, you're still pinching me, and you're pinching me even harder now."

"Ah—, my leg, help, it keeps being pinched."

Song Xinya wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, twisting and turning her whole body on his back, her fair and tender thighs flailing wildly without any order.

The rich, soft, and smooth texture pressed and rolled against Qin Yuhe's back.

The smooth, supple texture of the skin rubs against my palm.

The streetlights shone into Qin Yuhe's eyes, making his pupils appear as dark as the bottomless ocean.

The sea roars with the sound of crashing waves, churning with the tides of desire.

Young people are always spontaneous and energetic; a mere flirtation can ignite a raging fire in a man's heart.

Qin Yuhe looked around and saw a park not far ahead, with a small grove of trees inside.

He felt an urge to carry her into the grove, pin her against a tree, and give her a good "beating".

When Qin Yuhe was in college, there was a hill behind his school that was covered with maple trees.

The school planted this maple forest with the intention of providing students with a good place to relax their minds after studying, so that they can regain their energy and devote themselves to their studies with a more energetic spirit.

Therefore, the school named this maple forest "Shangjin Forest" (meaning "Forest of Progress").

As a result, few of the students who were truly serious about studying went there; instead, it was mostly young couples who would eagerly squeeze in late at night when everything was quiet.

The students privately called Shangjinlin "Cannon Lin".

Qin Yuhe was the student council president when he was in school. He was a top student who ranked first in every subject and was a meticulous good student. His left atrium was filled with studying and his right atrium was filled with the family business. He never thought about dating.

I never even considered having sex in the woods.

Time flies, and many years have passed since graduation. Now, he has thought about it.

What Qin Yuhe couldn't understand back then, Qin Yuhe understands now.

Qin Yuhe gazed at the dark grove of trees, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if he were making a decision.

The woman on his back, oblivious to his impending doom, continued to rub against him.

"Song Xinya..."

The hoarse voice drifted into Song Xinya's ears, and her fidgeting stopped for a second.

Then she continued to rub against him, talking to Qin Yuhe as she did so: "What?"

Qin Yuhe: "You..."

Song Xinya blushed, covered her face with her hands, and giggled shyly, "Waaah, you're shameless."

Qin Yuhe: "...I haven't finished speaking yet."

Song Xinya: "Oh."

Qin Yuhe: "Would you like to go play a game with me in the woods?"

As soon as Song Xinya heard that they were going to play games, her sleepiness vanished instantly, and she happily said, "Okay, okay!"

Qin Yuhe gritted his teeth, turned around, and carried Song Xinya towards the grove.

Song Xinya gazed at the grove of trees, her eyes brimming with excitement: "Qin Yuhe, what games are you taking me to play in the grove?"

Qin Yuhe: "You'll know when you get there."

Song Xinya: "Alas—"

She leaned against his broad back, stretching out one arm: "Go, go, hurry up, I can't wait to play games with you!"

Qin Yuhe: "..."

Suddenly, a sense of guilt for deceiving a fool welled up in my heart.

In the grove, Song Xinya leaned against a thick tree trunk, her shoulders supported by Qin Yuhe because she was unsteady on her feet.

Her clear, watery eyes reflected the moonlight, sparkling and bright. Her gaze held a hint of coquettish charm, while the remaining five parts were the innocent naivety of someone who had been drunk.

She urged him, "Qin Yuhe, why aren't you playing games with me yet?"

Qin Yuhe's pupils contracted: "Let's play, let's play now."

He reached out and pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt.

The moment my fingers touched her waistline, she giggled and her supple body swayed like a willow branch as she dodged to the side.

"It itches, Qin Yuhe, don't touch me."

Qin Yuhe reached out and pinched her slender waist: "How can we play this game if I don't touch you?"

Song Xinya reached out and scratched his chest twice.

Qin Yuhe: "What are you doing?"

Song Xinya: "Playing games with you."

Qin Yuhe: "Just a couple of scratches?"

Song Xinya blinked, thought for a moment, then reached out and tickled his waist twice.

Qin Yuhe chuckled and asked, "What game do you think I'm playing with you?"

Song Xinya: "It tickles."

Qin Yuhe chuckled again, his deep black eyes fixed on her: "If I wanted to play tickling with you, why would I carry you to the grove to play?"

"Hmm—" Song Xinya touched her chin, looking thoughtful but confused: "Why?"

Looking at her silly expression, Qin Yuhe smiled and pinched her cheek: "Turn around and climb up the tree."

Song Xinya: "Why?"

Qin Yuhe: "Are you a walking encyclopedia of questions? You ask about everything."

Song Xinya: "Why can't I ask?"

Qin Yuhe grabbed her by the waist, flipped her over, and pressed her against the tree trunk.

Song Xinya muttered to him, "Qin Yuhe, you're so stupid. Who plays tickling games with their back to you? I can't see you, so how can I tickle you?"

"Mmm—" She let out a soft cry as a man's firm chest suddenly pressed against her back.

The man looked down at her, his strong, muscular body pressing against hers, his hot breath landing on her forehead, the air thick with an aggressive danger.

Only Song Xinya was still thinking, "Qin Yuhe, why are you playing this tickling game with me?"

Qin Yuhe unzipped the zipper on the side of her waist, slipped his fingers inside, and uttered two words.

"Fool."