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

Her thighs, freshly showered and moisturized, were fair and smooth. Since her buttocks had no foothold, Song Xinya's legs slid down Qin Yuhe's waist.

She fell downwards.

"Help! Help! Qin Yuhe, I'm going to fall off you!"

She clung tightly to his neck with both hands, her two long, fair legs kicking and rubbing against him.

His neat white shirt and suit trousers were now wrinkled.

Qin Yuhe felt like he had a monkey hanging on him, and a mischievous one at that.

Song Xinya struggled and screamed, but the more she struggled, the faster she fell.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands steadily supported her.

The lines and calluses on a man's palm are clearly visible to the touch.

Finally, she stopped falling. Song Xinya stopped struggling, buried her face in Qin Yuhe's neck, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The woman's soft breath, mixed with a sweet fragrance, wafted onto the man's neck.

It felt warm and cozy, stirring up a tingling, itchy sensation.

Song Xinya was completely unaware of how dangerous her current position, clinging to Qin Yuhe, was.

Qin Yuhe's eyes were even darker than the night sky.

Because Qin Yuhe was supporting her, Song Xinya no longer tightly hugged his neck and patted him with her hand.

"Qin Yuhe, hurry and catch the rat! It's such a big rat, and it's black-furred! It's terrifying! Kill it!"

Qin Yuhe: "What are my hands doing?"

Song Xinya: "They're supporting me."

Qin Yuhe: "Where would I get a third hand to swat rats?"

Song Xinya: "...Oh."

The robot vacuum cleaner in the bathroom came out, making a buzzing sound.

"Ah ...

"It's here! It's here! The big black rat has come out!"

"Aaaaaaaah! Qin Yuhe! Husband! Help me!"

Her soft, graceful body rubbed and squeezed against him again.

Qin Yuhe's eyes darkened further.

"Song Xinya, calm down."

"No, no, ahhhhhh! This big black rat is going to bite me! I can't calm down!"

Qin Yuhe was so tormented by her that he was losing his composure!

Its snow-white and slender body has the texture of sweet white porcelain.

Her body, completely uncovered, was as soft and smooth as jade.

Qin Yuhe felt his blood rushing through his body, like magma about to boil and erupt from a volcano.

Song Xinya was completely unaware that the man's body temperature was rising.

At that moment, her attention was entirely focused on that "big black rat".

"Qin Yuhe, that big black rat has run out of the bathroom! What if it comes to bed when we go to sleep?! Ugh! I'm going to have to share a bed with a rat!"

Qin Yuhe: "Song Xinya, look closely, that's a robot vacuum cleaner, not a mouse."

Song Xinya carefully lifted her head from his neck and glanced at the robot vacuum cleaner.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! It's a rat! It's a big black rat! Qin Yuhe, you lied to me!"

She struggled violently and flailed about wildly.

Qin Yuhe was led by her and took a few steps forward, and the two of them fell onto the double bed together.

She was below, he was above.

Her two slender, white legs were still wrapped around his waist.

A surge of desire welled up in Qin Yuhe's eyes.

Song Xinya was still yelling, "Aaaaaah! Catch the mouse! Catch the mouse!"

Qin Yuhe pinched her face with his large hand, his thumb and forefinger pressing against her chin, his thumb rolling over her soft lips, from the corner of her lips to her cupid's bow, wiping away the moisture from her philtrum.

Instead of being afraid of other things, be afraid of me right now.

Song Xinya's head was held in place by him, unable to move. She blinked, as if to say, "What do you mean?"

Qin Yuhe unzipped his pants with his other hand.

The hand that held her face, his thumb traced from her soft lips, across her delicate neck, down to her exquisite collarbone, and pressed down firmly.

Song Xinya tilted her head back, her long swan neck arching in unbearable tension, and her bright red lips parted into a slit that seemed to overflow with honey.

"Well……"

Her voice trembled like a swallowtail butterfly fluttering in the wind.

Qin Yuhe looked down.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted.

There was a red stain on his white shirt, near his abdomen.

His gaze shifted from his abdomen to her midsection.

Then you'll understand what's going on.

Qin Yuhe reached out and pulled out a tissue to wipe Song Xinya's face.

Then he wiped himself off.

He lifted the blanket next to him and covered her with it.

Song Xinya rolled around in the blanket a few times, wrapping herself up like a silkworm.

Qin Yuhe opened the bottom drawer and saw two packs of sanitary napkins.

On the packaging bags, one says 360 and the other says 420.

Qin Yuhe pulled them out and compared them, picked up the longer one, and put the 360 ​​back.

He took a pair of her underwear out of the closet.

Open your phone and type the following in the search bar: How to stick a sanitary napkin to your underwear.

Several tutorials popped up on the screen, teaching people how to use sanitary napkins.

Qin Yuhe watched it once and followed the instructions.

Although the movements weren't very skillful, the sanitary napkins were stuck on neatly.

The silkworms wriggled and hummed on the bed.

Qin Yuhe reached out and pulled her over, peeling her skin open.

Before my eyes lay a scene of frosty snow.

Those vulgar, wildly unrestrained, and obscene images flooded my mind.

The scorching magma inside the volcano surges to the crater, threatening to erupt, but is then forced to be suppressed.

Qin Yuhe helped her put on her underwear as if he were helping a baby put on a diaper.

The thin piece of fabric was stuck between her thighs.

"Lift your hips."

His voice was terribly dry, hoarse yet sexy.

Song Xinya closed her eyes, looking drowsy, and mumbled something.

"Don't lift it."

What a stubborn mule.

Qin Yuhe has plenty of ways.

He pinched her waist and positioned her in a sideways position.

With his slender fingers hooking around the waistband of her underwear, he pulled it up.

After putting on her underwear, I decided not to let her wear any other clothes.

Studies have shown that sleeping naked can improve sleep quality and promote skin health. With so many benefits, let her sleep naked.

He was only concerned about her health, nothing more.

Really.

Qin Yuhe moved Song Xinya into the bed and, as he stood by the bed undressing, heard her dazed voice say:

"Big rat, big rat, we still haven't caught the big black rat, what are we going to do?"

Qin Yuhe strode over to the robot vacuum cleaner and turned it off.

The buzzing stopped.

He walked back to the bedside, his tall and muscular body lying beside her, his palm caressing her face gently.

He kissed her ear with his thin, red lips and whispered, "Your husband has caught that mouse. Go to sleep peacefully, sweetie."