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

Song Xinya was lying on the tree, with Qin Yuhe pressing her down from behind. Her slender body was trapped between the rough tree trunk and his hard body.

Her palms, which were resting on the tree trunk, were a little sore from being rubbed.

His heavy weight was also on her back.

Just now, Qin Yuhe gave her a thorough and skillful prelude.

Her body's instincts were stirred, and a feeling of emptiness overwhelmed Song Xinya like a scorching wave.

Under the influence of alcohol, her brain became sluggish, and Song Xinya didn't know what was wrong with her.

She was burning up, and because of the sudden intrusion of a couple, Qin Yuhe's attempts to comfort her were interrupted, leaving her unable to find relief.

Like a fish thrown onto a chopping board with no water to save her, this feeling is very uncomfortable.

uncomfortable.

Song Xinya used both hands to push the man behind her back slightly, creating a small space.

She turned around to face him.

Her legs felt weak and limp as cotton. She rested her cheek against his chest and nestled against him.

From the opposite direction, a sticky, slimy sound came again.

Woman: "Didn't I tell you not to kiss my chest? Why did you still do it?"

Man: "What's wrong with kissing? I've kissed every part of your body you've ever been. What are you being so reserved about today? I've made you happy every time."

Woman: "My husband is home today."

Man: "It would be better if your husband knew. You should divorce him and come live with me."

Woman: "What's the point of living with you? You don't even have an apartment, and your van is a beat-up old one. You'd starve if I stayed with you."

Man: "You're secondhand too. My secondhand, broken bread cart is a perfect match for a secondhand, worn-out little bitch like you."

Then came another burst of panting from the man and screaming from the woman.

Overwhelmed by the amount of information, Song Xinya was dizzy and didn't immediately react: "What are they doing?"

Qin Yuhe's deep voice was flat and monotone: "Adultery."

The other person's voice was so loud, every syllable was crystal clear.

Song Xinya stood on tiptoe, resting her chin on Qin Yuhe's shoulder, and looked ahead.

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on her head, pressed her back into his arms, and held her tightly: "Don't look at all that dirty stuff."

Even though the eyes cannot see, the sounds made by the man and woman penetrate the ears, and hearing them is even more imaginative than seeing them.

Song Xinya's cheek was pressed against Qin Yuhe's chest, and every breath she took carried his scent—deep, refreshing, and warm with his body temperature.

The man was tall with strong chest muscles, a firm and slender waist and abdomen, and a warm and broad embrace.

That feeling of emptiness and desolation once again swept over Song Xinya's mind and body.

She squirmed and whimpered in his arms.

Qin Yuhe: "What, you want me to join them and perform a duet?"

Song Xinya's fingers, driven by instinct, touched the belt around his waist and unbuckled it.

Qin Yuhe smiled, his palm tightening around her mischievous little hand, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Stop fooling around."

He wasn't that perverted; he was doing problems with her while listening to others do them.

He gently stroked her head with his palm: "Sweetie, you're drunk."

Song Xinya looked very dissatisfied when he stopped her, and twisted her body, taking a step back.

My foot stepped on a twig, making a cracking sound.

The couple was startled.

The woman cried out nervously, "Someone's here! Quick, quick, get up!"

The man kept her pinned to the tree, saying, "So what if someone's there? It'll be even more exciting if someone's there!"

The man glanced in the direction of Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe, and out of some twisted psychology, he worked even harder.

Song Xinya leaned against Qin Yuhe's chest, and if she looked up, she could see a certain unrestrained and wild scene.

Alcohol emboldens the timid.

Song Xinya's head bobbed upwards.

Qin Yuhe's palm pressed down on her firmly, like a tight headband suppressing Sun Wukong.

Now that the other party already knew of their existence, there was no need to hide anything. Qin Yuhe put his arm around Song Xinya and prepared to walk towards the park exit.

Suddenly, another beam of light shone through, illuminating the grove of trees.

The park ranger came running over: "Finally caught you! We've had a lot of reports lately about a couple having an affair in the park, doing shameful things. They didn't stop even when people walked by; instead, they became more brazen and even threatened to invite passersby to join them. This is a serious violation of public order and affects the city's appearance. This time, we're going to detain you both!"

The couple was terrified. They pulled up their pants, didn't even wipe themselves, and ran away.

When the administrator ran over, he saw Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe: "You two, come with us!"

Song Xinya waved her little hands, "Don't grab us, don't grab us."

Administrator: "We're arresting you!"

Qin Yuhe pressed Song Xinya's head with his palm, pulling her back into his arms and protecting her with his arm around her.

The administrator, not wanting to grab the woman's arm, reached out and grabbed Qin Yuhe instead.

Qin Yuhe dodged to the side: "You've arrested the wrong person."

The administrator chuckled: "Before being arrested, every criminal has to struggle and say that you've arrested the wrong person."

The manager sized up Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya: "In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, you insist on going into the woods. Are there not enough beds in the hotel for you? I've seen plenty of people like you; you just like looking for thrills."

"Stop making excuses and come with us!"

Qin Yuhe's expression was cool and composed as he asked, "You're looking to arrest a couple having an affair, aren't you?"

Administrator: "Yes!"

Qin Yuhe put his arm around Song Xinya and said, "We are husband and wife."

Administrator: "What idiot would go around bragging about having an affair, doing all sorts of dirty things behind the scenes, and then, when the affair is exposed, still try to justify their innocence?"

Qin Yuhe took out his marriage certificate, which he always carried with him.

After carefully checking, the administrator scratched his head and said, "Well, I'm so sorry, buddy, I wronged you. I'm really sorry."

The administrator asked suspiciously, "By the way, why are you and your husband going into the woods in the middle of the night instead of going home?"

Qin Yuhe looked up at the sky: "Admire the moon."

The administrator craned his neck and saw a disc-shaped moon: "You two are quite leisurely, staying up so late at night."

Qin Yuhe swept Song Xinya into his arms and strode toward the exit, saying, "Let's go home and sleep."

.........

Inside the Rolls-Royce, the front and rear partitions have been raised.

A closed space, a private environment where you will never be disturbed.

Song Xinya sat on Qin Yuhe's lap, her body completely weak and boneless after drinking, leaning softly against him, all her weight on him.

With such a beautiful woman in his arms, it was hard for Qin Yuhe not to be tempted.

What's more, he and she hadn't seen each other for a week, and they hadn't even gotten to the point of doing things in the grove just now.

Recalling her actions of unbuckling his belt in the grove earlier, Qin Yuhe shook the woman in his arms: "Are you still interested?"

His response was even, gentle breathing.

Qin Yuhe looked down and found that she had fallen asleep.

really do.

She was quick to detach herself from her desires.

Qin Yuhe endured the ordeal alone the entire way.

The car arrived at the entrance of the Forbidden City.

When the car door opened and she got out, Song Xinya was awake.

She struggled out of his arms: "I can walk by myself."

She had only taken a couple of steps when she fell to the ground in her high heels.

Qin Yuhe grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his arms.

Song Xinya stumbled and bumped into him. She paused for a moment, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she complained with a wronged expression.

"Waaaaah, my chest hurts! You bumped my chest and it hurts, waaaaah!"

"How about I give you..." Qin Yuhe's gaze fell: "A rub?"

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