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

The man's fingers caressed the skin on Song Xinya's waist, feeling cool to the touch. The thin calluses on his fingertips slowly and skillfully rubbed from one side of her waist to the center of her lower back.

The rough friction stirred up wisps of electricity that coursed wildly across her smooth, fair body.

The temperature on summer nights is already high, and the air around us is even hotter now, as if it were on fire.

Vehicles sped by on the nearby road from time to time, their horns blaring, tires creaking on the ground, and cicadas chirping in the branches, all blending together to create a bustling summer night.

In the grove, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe stood behind a thick tree trunk, selectively shutting out all the sounds around them, creating an absolute vacuum between them, where only the panting of the other could be heard.

The atmosphere was thick and intense.

Breathing, rapid.

Desire surges.

A wet, tingling touch came from her fair, slender neck. Song Xinya instinctively shrank back and dodged to the side.

What followed was his even stronger control; his lips no longer touched her lightly, but pressed firmly against her neck.

Soft lips and hot breath pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Qin Yuhe..."

She called his name in a trembling voice, weak and pleading.

"Qin Yuhe..."

Her hands, braced against the tree trunk, dug their nails in, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

"Qin Yuhe..."

She tilted her head back, unable to contain herself, revealing the graceful lines of her neck and the gap between her bright red lips.

"Qin Yuhe..."

Her soft voice trembled at the end, each note softer, more delicate, and more alluring than the last.

The hand, encased in the fabric of the skirt, traversed and climbed along the graceful waistline.

Qin Yuhe kissed her neck, his breathy voice escaping from their pressed parts.

"My goodness, that sounds so sweet."

Many people have called his name, but he has never heard it called more beautifully than hers.

He opened his mouth and took her ear in, biting her earlobe, and commanded, "Say it again."

A deep, magnetic male voice drilled into my ear canal and landed on my eardrum.

Song Xinya couldn't pinpoint where it itched, because every part of her body was itchy.

Her heart was pounding like a drum.

"Qin Yuhe..."

"you……"

"You're so good at playing the tickling game!"

Qin Yuhe chuckled lazily, his voice light and flirtatious: "Is that so? I haven't done anything yet."

Confusion flickered in Song Xinya's bright eyes: "Then why do I feel itchy?"

Qin Yuhe: "Where does it itch?"

Song Xinya: "My heart, my heart feels like it's being licked by countless kittens' tongues."

Qin Yuhe: "Why is it itchy?"

Song Xinya: "Because..."

In her current state of drunkenness, where she can't distinguish between humans and animals, she can't clearly describe why.

"have no idea."

Qin Yuhe coaxed her, saying, "How about I help you stop the itching?"

Song Xinya felt like she was being gnawed at by ants, and she replied urgently, "Okay, I want it, I want it."

Qin Yuhe reached out and lifted her skirt.

The night wind, carrying waves of heat, howled and blew over, hitting her delicate, exposed skin, and she let out a soft moan.

The rustling of leaves overhead masked the woman's soft voice.

Darkness, like a giant fig leaf, covered everything that happened in the grove.

The girl, her face flushed, obediently lay on the tree trunk.

The man stood behind her, embracing her tenderly, his tall figure completely enveloping her.

Even at this moment, he maintained his "bedroom virtues," not only indulging in his rudeness and brutality, but also earnestly preparing her for the encounter.

On the road ahead, a van pulled up and screeched to a halt, its two large headlights shining brightly into the grove of trees.

The blinding light shone on Song Xinya's eyes.

She hummed softly through her nose and closed her eyes tightly.

Qin Yuhe placed his palm over her eyes.

He deftly withdrew his fingers, which had been exploring inside her skirt.

He pressed the hand covering her eyes back.

Her slender, resilient back bumped into his chest, where he held her tightly.

Song Xinya hadn't yet understood what had happened, and opened her mouth to speak: "Qin..."

"Shh—, don't make a sound," Qin Yuhe leaned forward, pressed his cheek against hers, and whispered, "Someone's here."

Song Xinya pried open Qin Yuhe's two fingers and peered through the gap.

The van door opened, and a burly man stepped out.

He walked straight into the grove.

Song Xinya was extremely nervous, gripping Qin Yuhe's fingers tightly.

Her fingernails dug into his flesh.

Qin Yuhe turned his head slightly, his thin red lips gently brushing against her soft, white face.

"Relax, it's too tight."

Song Xinya stared ahead in horror: "That, that, that man, is walking towards us."

Qin Yuhe remained calm and composed, his tone as indifferent as water: "Song Xinya, what are you afraid of?"

Song Xinya: "I'm scared, scared, scared, I'm scared..."

Yeah, what is she afraid of?

She and he were married; she wasn't having an affair.

Okay, actually, it was a mess.

What decent couple would sneak into the woods in the middle of the night?

I'm too ashamed to say this out loud.

Although Qin Yuhe hadn't gone all the way with her yet, his lecherous intentions were enough to make anyone blush.

The man in front of them was heading straight for Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe.

The footsteps grew clearer.

Song Xinya became increasingly nervous.

She grabbed Qin Yuhe's fingers and squeezed them together, closing his fingers that had been separated.

Everything was pitch black; I couldn't see anything.

I didn't feel so nervous after all.

Being an ostrich is really useful, hehe.

The man walked up to Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe without stopping and went straight past them.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The thick tree trunk blocked their view, and with the darkness of night, the man couldn't see them.

Song Xinya pried Qin Yuhe's fingers open again and peered through the gap.

She spoke in a breathy, weak voice: "Qin Yuhe, let's go."

A sound suddenly came from behind.

"Baby, I've missed you so much! You heartless woman, it's been so many days since we last saw each other. Come on, have some pity on me..."

"Ouch~~ Be gentle~~ Are you a dog or something~~"

Immediately following was a series of blush-inducing grunts.

Even the confused Song Xinya knew what had happened.

However, she had some doubts.

The other two people's process was one step shorter than hers and Qin Yuhe's.

The two opponents immediately started working on the questions.

Why didn't you preview the lesson?

She and Qin Yuhe always spent a lot of time preparing for class.

Then, the voices of a man and a woman began to speak again.

Woman: "Oh dear, be careful not to leave a mark. What if he sees it?"

Man: "Did he do it better or did I do it better? Is he as good as me? That idiot, besides having a lot of stupid strength, does he know anything about how to care for a woman? If it weren't for me, would you know how pleasurable this is?"

Woman: "Don't mention that idiot. How can he compare to you? He's a blockhead, doesn't know anything, and is incredibly boring. All he knows is brute force, what a waste of his strength... useless... how can he compare to your eighteen kinds of moves..."