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

With an air of fearlessness, Song Xinya walked into the restroom with her head held high.

Bang! The door slammed shut.

Click-click—locked shut.

Qin Yuhe stood straight, watching her series of actions, his fingers pressing on his throbbing temples.

No one had ever been so arrogant in front of him.

She was the first.

After rubbing his temples hard, Qin Yuhe began rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for his keys.

He was worried she might fall into the bathtub and drown, so he had to be ready to rescue her at any moment.

Qin Yuhe held the key in his hand, sat on the bed, and stared at the bathroom door, keeping a close eye on what was happening inside.

After the rustling sound of clothes being taken off, there was the rushing sound of water.

A layer of misty water vapor enveloped the glass door, and water droplets slid slowly down the door, leaving a shallow water mark.

Taking a bath is a high-risk activity for an intoxicated person.

She took a shower, and he stayed outside her side the whole time.

Actually, for her safety, he had planned to take a shower with her.

I had no other intentions than to prevent any accidents from happening to her and to take a bath with her.

Really.

But she refused.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, splashing onto the floor and rolling into every corner, causing the temperature in the bathroom to rise steadily.

Outside the bathroom, Qin Yuhe's body temperature was also steadily rising.

The temperature monitor in the bedroom clearly showed that the room temperature was 22℃.

The air conditioner is working properly, and the temperature remains the same.

It was the burning desire in his heart.

Qin Yuhe ripped off the tie around his neck, pulled it out, and threw it on the bed.

Next came the black suit jacket.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, a sudden "Ah—" came from the bathroom.

Qin Yuhe strode to the bathroom door: "What's wrong?"

Song Xinya's pitiful voice came from inside: "I just put shower gel on my breasts, and it hurts so much when I touch them."

Qin Yuhe smiled and said, "Be gentle."

Song Xinya sniffed: "It's already very light, but it still hurts when you touch it."

In the bathroom, Song Xinya looked down at her two items and supported them with her hands: "Ugh, they're too big, they're so heavy."

Qin Yuhe smiled, pressing the tip of his tongue against the inside of his mouth, and said, "Song Xinya, don't show off here."

Song Xinya: "I'm not showing off, I'm just telling the truth."

That's true, and Qin Yuhe completely agrees.

He asked, "Do you need me to help you apply shower gel?"

Song Xinya: "No need, I can handle it myself."

Qin Yuhe didn't say anything more, otherwise the other party would call him a hooligan and a scoundrel again.

He didn't move, standing at the doorway, listening intently to what was happening inside.

After a few whimpering moans of pain, there was no more sound.

Song Xinya tried again, but gave up applying the shower gel to her breasts because it hurt so much to even touch them.

After a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom again.

The sound of running water stopped; it was the sound of her standing in front of the mirror, using a hairdryer to dry her hair.

Qin Yuhe breathed a sigh of relief; she had safely finished her bath.

His long, raven-feather-like eyelashes drooped as he continued unbuttoning his shirt.

On the floor, her high heels, which she had just taken off, came into view.

Because the two of them went into the grove, her high heels got covered in mud.

The soles and thin heels were covered in wet, sticky mud.

On the white floor, her dark footprints were unusually conspicuous where she had walked.

Qin Yuhe couldn't accept that the floor was so dirty.

He found a robot vacuum cleaner and turned it on.

A black, round robot vacuum cleaner was moving back and forth on the floor.

The bathroom door opened, and Song Xinya stuck her buttocks out inside, with only her head peeking out.

Her eyes, fresh from a shower, were misty and shimmering, as beautiful as the misty rain of Jiangnan in March.

"Qin Yuhe..."

She whispered to him, "Come here for a second."

Qin Yuhe turned around, his deep gaze fixed on her face. Her skin was translucent and fair, her cheeks flushed pink from the steam, her thick eyelashes were wet, her lips were rosy, and there were still water droplets on her slightly upturned lips and philtrum.

He walked toward her, his gaze still fixed on her lips.

He looked into her lips and asked, "What is it?"

Song Xinya: "Could you get me a nightgown?"

"Okay," Qin Yuhe turned and walked towards the wardrobe, his eyes lingering on her rosy lips.

He took the burgundy sexy nightgown.

When he handed it to her at the bathroom door, she didn't take it.

"Qin Yuhe, I don't want to sleep in this outfit."

"reason."

"I'm afraid I'll be obsessed with you."

Qin Yuhe chuckled lazily: "No, when I see you wearing sexy lingerie, I just think you're a talisman against evil spirits."

Song Xinya glared at her, her pupils flashing with small flames of anger: "You're the one who can ward off evil spirits. During the New Year, if you just stand in front of the door, we won't even need to put up any door paintings. You'll be like a door god, able to ward off evil spirits."

Qin Yuhe smiled gently and patted her head with his hand: "Don't be angry, little one."

The warmth of his palm fell on the top of her head, as if she were enveloped by a warm cloud, a sweet and tender feeling spreading from the top of her head to her heart.

Song Xinya immediately decided not to be angry anymore.

People become unrestrained when they are pampered, and Song Xinya was drunk at the time, so she became even more audacious and lawless.

Like a haughty princess, she issued a command to him: "Go and get me another set of pajamas, the pure cotton one with lace trim and 999 little strawberries printed on it."

Qin Yuhe searched through all the wardrobes: "Why can't I find it?"

Song Xinya: "It's in my Taobao shopping cart, but I haven't bought it yet."

Qin Yuhe once again: "…………………………………"

She left me speechless countless times throughout the night.

She was deliberately teasing him again.

Qin Yuhe pulled out a pure cotton nightgown with lace trim from the closet, but without the 999 little strawberries, and handed it to Song Xinya: "Put this on."

Song Xinya: "Let me tell you, if you just stretch out your arms and hand it to me like this, I absolutely won't wear it. You have to kneel down, offer it with both hands, and keep begging me, keep begging me, begging me repeatedly, until I can't take your pleading anymore. Okay, I'll reluctantly agree to wear it."

Qin Yuhe wanted to slap her hard on the butt.

He coaxed her, "Come out, I have something to tell you."

Song Xinya: "I'm not dressed yet."

Qin Yuhe: "You wear it."

Song Xinya: "You haven't begged me yet."

The situation reached a stalemate.

Song Xinya stood naked behind the door, only her head showing, arguing with Qin Yuhe for a long time.

The robot vacuum cleaner buzzed around, detected something dirty, and then burrowed into the bathroom.

Song Xinya was confronting Qin Yuhe when she suddenly felt something slip into the bathroom. Looking down, she saw it was black.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, a rat! A rat! There's a rat! A big rat!"

She ran out of the bathroom naked, jumped up, wrapped her arms around Qin Yuhe's neck, and straddled his waist with her legs, hanging on him.

"Honey, help me!"