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

Song Xinya has one advantage: she never loses consciousness when she's drunk.

Now, she hates that advantage!

Because she remembered all the good things she did last night!

She called him Qin Yuhe directly...

She asked Qin Yuhe to carry her on his back...

She and Qin Yuhe went into the grove together...

She and Qin Yuhe caught someone having an affair in the wild...

She disregarded everything and reached out to undo Qin Yuhe's belt...

She wanted Qin Yuhe to join her in a duet with that adulterous couple...

She would let him touch her one moment, then refuse, sometimes thrusting her chest out, sometimes shrinking it back, teasing him repeatedly...

Even when he helped her get her pajamas, she would find all sorts of ways to tease him...

And then there was that one who was the most ridiculous, mistaking the robot vacuum cleaner for a big black rat, jumping naked onto Qin Yuhe, and gazing at him like an idiot with his mouth wide open...

Who is this stupid person?

She's the one who's so stupid!

There's an awkward feeling of realizing you've lost your intelligence and then regaining it.

He meows!

Spitting blood, *splat*—!

May the Earth explode, Boom!

Song Xinya wanted to die on the spot and go see her great-grandmother!

What should I do? I'm so embarrassed!

Qin Yuhe stood aside, admiring the fluctuating colors of Song Xinya's face, from green to red to white, more fascinating than a color palette.

A lazy, playful smile appeared on his deep-set face as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her and saying, "You remember everything now?"

Song Xinya looked back at him, her eyes innocent and clear, blinking gently. "Let me tell you, I blacked out from drinking, I can't remember anything."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled up, he took out his phone, opened the camera, switched to front-facing camera mode, and pointed it at her face.

"Look at yourself, how red your face is when you lie."

Song Xinya looked at herself on the screen, her face as red as a monkey's bottom!

Others blush when they drink, she blushes when she lies.

Exposing oneself.

With a long sigh, alas—

Qin Yuhe: "When other people get drunk, it's considered outrageous; when you get drunk, it's your second personality."

He chuckled lazily, "Now what do you have to say?"

Song Xinya: "Yesterday yesterday yesterday yesterday last night..."

"The one arguing with you is the drunk Song Xinya, not the sober Song Xinya. Go find the drunk Song Xinya."

Qin Yuhe licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue and understood; she was preparing to deny it.

Originally, he just wanted to help her recall last night, see her embarrassed and blushing face, and then let the matter drop.

Now, he has changed his mind.

Qin Yuhe grasped her porcelain-white shoulder, his fingers stroking and kneading downwards with a fiery, suggestive motion.

"Do you remember last night I helped you put on your underwear by attaching a sanitary napkin?"

Song Xinya: "You helped the drunk Song Xinya. The sober Song Xinya says, 'I don't remember.'"

Qin Yuhe grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down onto his lap, making her face up.

"It's good that you don't remember, I'll help you recall."

He helped her put it on last night, then ripped it off.

The large hand showed no mercy, raising its hand to strike her.

"Whom am I helping?"

"Is Song Xinya drunk, or sober?"

"Do you remember now?"

A series of crisp applause echoed in the room.

The atmosphere was enchanting, and the temperature rose.

It was less of a punishment and more of a romantic gesture between husband and wife.

Song Xinya's buttocks were both painful and numb, and she was overwhelmed with shame. She kicked and thrashed, her face flushed crimson.

"Mr. Qin..."

"Mr. Qin..."

"what……"

She lay there softly, her eyes glistening with natural tears, making them appear even more shimmering.

"Mr. Qin, please spare me, sob—"

.........

In the restaurant on the first floor, Song Tingye was doing his homework when he saw Song Xinya limping down from upstairs.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

Qin Yuhe walked past her, glancing at her sideways: "Madam, tell your brother what's wrong with you."

Song Xinya: "I got drunk yesterday and accidentally twisted my ankle."

Qin Yuhe said in a perfunctory manner, "Remember to be careful when you walk in the future."

He walked past her tall and handsome figure, unharmed and full of vigor.

Song Xinya's buttocks were burning with pain.

As Song Xinya sat down on a chair next to the restaurant, she gasped.

"Ono, go get me a cushion to lean on."

Song Tingye asked, puzzled, "Didn't you injure your ankle?"

Song Xinya: "I'm on my period, and I'm worried about getting the chair dirty. Can't I just put a cushion down?"

Song Tingye: "Wouldn't it be even worse if you dirtied the mat?"

Song Xinya: "Say one more word, and you'll have to do 100 sets of Chinese language practice tests today!"

Song Tingye quickly shut her mouth tightly.

Why is my sister so angry so early in the morning? Who upset her?

She'll go after whoever pissed her off; why take it out on him!

He's an innocent member of the public!

The boy's slender figure darted to the sofa, grabbed a cushion, and then darted back to hand it to Song Xinya: "Sister, please use this."

Song Xinya propped herself up on the chair before daring to sit down.

During the meal, Qin Yuhe asked, "I'm going to inspect the hotel later. Would you like to come with me?"

Song Tingye: "Is there anything good to eat?"

Qin Yuhe: "The most luxurious hotel in the country, the best chefs in the world, and all kinds of Chinese and Western cuisine are available."

Song Tingye raised his hand high: "I'll go!"

Qin Yuhe: "I'm asking about your sister."

Song Tingye: "What's wrong with having one more? We're all family, why are you being so formal? Brother-in-law, my dear brother-in-law, my most beloved brother-in-law, mwah."

Qin Yuhe: "Stop, or I'll throw up."

He looked at Song Xinya and asked, "Will you come with me?"

Song Xinya: "I'm going to pick up my custom-made evening gown today."

Qin Yuhe: "Shall I take you there?"

Song Xinya: "No need, the hotel must be quite busy. You go ahead and get busy, and come back early tonight."

She paused for a moment after saying that, and then told him to come home early that night, as if she were sending him some kind of signal.

Song Xinya turned to look at Song Tingye and said, "Come back early tonight too."

Song Tingye: "I'm not going out today. It's so hot. It's so comfortable to stay at home and enjoy the air conditioning."

Song Xinya: "...Actually, this is a good option."

Song Tingye: "No need, I don't want to."

Song Xinya: "...Hmm."

During the meal, she buried her head in her food, not looking up at Qin Yuhe even once, lest he think she was really hinting at something to him.

After the meal, Qin Yuhe headed to the hotel.

Before picking up her clothes, Song Xinya went to the hospital first.

She has lost control both front and back and urgently needs some medicine to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

At the hospital, after Song Xinya finished getting her prescription filled, she ran into Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying at the entrance of the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Zhang Yingying: "Mom, the doctor said that one of the test results won't be available today, so the hymenoplasty surgery can't be performed."

Zhang Yingying had many boyfriends during her school years, and she had sex with each of them.

Later, he often attended business dinners with Song Xuanli, got to know many business owners, and had relationships with many of them.

Despite being a seasoned veteran, she plans to use technological means to disguise herself as an innocent virgin with no combat experience.

Li Cuirou: "Can we do it tomorrow? It's better to have this surgery sooner rather than later. There's a 7-10 day recovery period afterward, during which you can't have sex."

Li Cuirou said with excitement and anticipation, "Tomorrow we'll go to the banquet held by the Qin family. If Qin Yuhe takes a liking to you then, he might be eager to share a room with you."

Zhang Yingying said shyly, "If Mr. Qin wants to share a room with me, I would be very willing."