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

Song Xinya's eyes crinkled into a smile, and she puffed out her chest at Qin Yuhe: "I'll massage it for you."

The dress she was wearing was a loose style that didn't really accentuate her figure. But as she stood up, the thin layer of fabric was stretched to create a rounded and full silhouette, making her look extremely plump and voluptuous.

Qin Yuhe reached out his hand.

Song Xinya shrank back: "I won't let you rub it."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

The outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He awkwardly took it back.

Song Xinya looked at him with her watery eyes, smiled coquettishly with the corners of her lips upturned, and puffed out her chest: "I won't lie to you, I'll rub it for you."

Qin Yuhe looked at the smile on her face; it was sweet and obedient.

He reached out his hand to her.

Song Xinya quickly shrank back: "I won't let you rub it."

Qin Yuhe: "…………"

A gust of wind blew by.

His outstretched hand was even more awkward than before.

Song Xinya's plan to trick him succeeded, and she laughed slyly.

Qin Yuhe stared intently at her with his dark eyes, licking his back teeth with the tip of his tongue.

"You seem particularly happy about teasing me?"

Song Xinya: "Of course, I love seeing you get the short end of the stick."

She laughed heartily, her voice ringing out another string of "hahahaha," clearly enjoying herself immensely.

Qin Yuhe: "Are you happy now?"

Song Xinya: "What?"

Qin Yuhe's burning palm covered her, and suddenly, Yingying pinched her.

The smile on Song Xinya's face vanished completely.

Qin Yuhe: "Mrs. Qin, why are you no longer smiling?"

"Sister, brother-in-law!" Song Tingye came out of the living room.

He looked at Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe: "What are you two doing standing here? Why don't you come inside?"

Qin Yuhe calmly withdrew his hand, put his arm around Song Xinya's shoulder and walked inside: "Your sister and I were just playing a little game called 'Fighting Each Other'."

Song Tingye was a little confused: "How can you pinch each other? Are you just playing around by pinching each other?"

Qin Yuhe: "Your sister torments my heart, I torment her body."

Song Tingye: "??? What the heck?"

Can't understand.

Qin Yuhe: "You're so diligent and eager to learn, you should buy a BBK e-reader. That way, your mom won't have to worry about your studies anymore, it'll be so easy."

Song Tingye: "??????"

Damn, I didn't understand again.

Qin Yuhe naturally wouldn't explain it to him.

Walking with your arm around a drunk person is not an easy task. Song Xinya took three steps forward and stepped on his feet two of them.

Qin Yuhe then swept the person into his arms again.

Song Tingye: "What happened to my sister?"

Qin Yuhe: "Anyone with eyes can see that she's drunk."

Song Tingye: "...I noticed that too."

Qin Yuhe: "Should I say that you're not blind?"

Song Tingye: "...No need," which sounded more like an insult than a compliment.

Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya up the spiral staircase: "It's late, you should go and rest. My sister and I also need to go back to our rooms to rest."

Song Tingye looked at Song Xinya with concern: "Is my sister alright?"

Qin Yuhe: "I will take good care of her."

In the bedroom on the second floor, Qin Yuhe placed Song Xinya on the bed.

Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her skin fair with a rosy glow, reminding Qin Yuhe of fresh, juicy, ripe peaches hanging on branches in summer.

He stood by the bed, his gaze sweeping over her, his pupils deep and unfathomable.

The mattress sank, and Qin Yuhe knelt on one knee on the bed, reaching his hand towards her neckline.

The moment his fingertips touched her buttons, the person on the bed opened her lips and mumbled, "Water, water, I want to drink water."

Qin Yuhe looked up and his gaze settled on her red lips.

She had beautiful lips, bright red, with slightly upturned corners and a slightly upturned cupid's bow. They were neither too thin nor too thick, soft and tender, like delicate rose petals.

Her eyes and brows were strikingly beautiful, and her slightly upturned lips softened the sharpness of her features, adding a youthful, adorable, and innocent charm.

She is both beautiful and cute.

"Water, water..."

A soft moan pulled Qin Yuhe's attention away from her alluring lips.

He poured a glass of warm water, turned back, sat on the edge of the bed, held her in his arms, and fed her gently and carefully.

Her parted lips held the rim of the water glass, her rosy lips immersed in the warm water, tinged with a layer of glistening mist, as if coated with a soft lip gloss.

She turned her face to one side, her lips parting the rim of the cup.

Qin Yuhe's deep gaze swept across her lips as he placed the water glass on the bedside table.

He stared at her lips, unblinking.

The smell of alcohol on her was quite strong; her breath and the air escaping from between her lips all carried the scent of alcohol.

Qin Yuhe is a germaphobe and simply cannot force himself to be one.

His gaze slid from her lips down to her neckline.

He twisted his fingers around her buttons and unbuttoned them.

As she unbuttoned the third button, Song Xinya slowly opened her eyes and began to struggle.

"Don't take off my clothes, you're a pervert, a filthy scoundrel."

Qin Yuhe: "I am your husband."

Song Xinya: "Then I won't let you take it off, I just won't let you take it off."

Qin Yuhe: "You're drunk. Let me help you take a bath."

Song Xinya: "I'll wash it myself."

Qin Yuhe: "Don't fall headfirst into the bathtub."

Song Xinya: "I'd rather die in the bathtub than let you wash me."

Qin Yuhe: "Is he born in the year of the donkey? So stubborn."

Song Xinya: "I was born in the Year of the Donkey, I was born in the Year of the Donkey."

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "Fine, you can wash it yourself."

Song Xinya got out of bed and staggered toward the bathroom.

Unable to walk properly in her high heels, she plopped down on the ground, her long white legs spread wide, and took off her high heels.

I struggled with the buckle on my ankle for half an hour, but couldn't get it off.

Song Xinya lay down on the ground, kicking her arms and legs wildly, rolling around in a rage: "Ahhhhhhh, I can't untie it, I can't untie it, ahhhhhhh!"

Qin Yuhe: "…………………………"

"Song Xinya, how old are you this year?"

Song Xinya: "Ahhhhhhh, I can't untie it, I can't untie it, ahhhhhhh!"

Qin Yuhe touched his forehead with his fingers.

Seriously, I'm speechless. He was so clever when he was teasing him, but now he's as dumb as a little pig.

Qin Yuhe squatted down beside her feet, holding her ankle in his palm, and helped her unfasten the buckle.

Song Xinya stuck out her delicate buttocks and got up.

Qin Yuhe looked up, and her buttocks were directly in front of his face.

His sharp Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

Song Xinya walked to the bathroom door, turned around and glared fiercely at Qin Yuhe: "I'm warning you, don't peek at me while I'm showering!"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't have that kind of fetish."

Song Xinya: "You're just pretending to be serious. Do you think I don't know you? You're like a mad dog in bed."

Qin Yuhe's face darkened.

He gritted his teeth: "Song Xinya, you'd better not forget what you've done while you're drunk, and remember what you've done when you sober up."

Song Xinya snorted, "Who's afraid of who!"