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

Song Xinya couldn't keep up with Qin Yuhe's driving speed.

I can't keep up with his train of thought.

The two of them were arguing just a moment ago, and the next second he pinned her down.

In the enclosed carriage, on the cramped seat, his tall, muscular body was squeezed between her legs.

Her body was folded.

The car sped along the highway, streetlights flashing past the windows, casting dappled light and shadow across his handsome face, making his already striking features even more alluring and captivating.

His aura surged towards her, aggressive and menacing.

His excessively high body temperature was scorching her, making her dizzy.

Song Xinya's back was pressed tightly against the seat, with nowhere left to retreat.

He had a cold face just now, like an iceberg snow lotus, how come he suddenly became so beastly?

The difference before and after was so great that Song Xinya, who often reads novels, began to suspect that he had been possessed by someone else.

She asked, bewildered, "Mr. Qin, do you know what you're doing?"

Qin Yuhe reached out to take off her clothes and said, "I'm trying to make you happy."

Song Xinya: "...You're just making yourself happy!"

Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to look at her: "Are you unhappy?"

Song Xinya is 1.7 meters tall, with her long legs spread out and folded on the seat. His knee is pressed against her groin with considerable force, causing her groin pain.

"It hurts."

Qin Yuhe: "I haven't even started yet, why are you in pain?"

At first, she was in more pain than him.

Song Xinya pounded her fists on his chest: "How can you coax me like that? Is this how you coax someone? Good heavens!"

Six hundred and sixty-six, she was truly impressed by him being the sixth oldest.

Qin Yuhe paused for a moment as he began to remove her clothes: "Isn't this just trying to appease me?"

Song Xinya: "You're infuriating."

Qin Yuhe pondered for a moment and realized that his cousin's method was not working.

Song Xinya reached out and pushed his knees off the chair, bringing his legs together.

And tightly.

Qin Yuhe sat up in the seat next to him and sent a message to Fu Xiaochen: [What a terrible idea you came up with, it didn't work.]

Fu Xiaochen: [Didn't you appease your wife?]

Qin Yuhe: [None]

Fu Xiaochen: [If one shot isn't enough, then two.]

Qin Yuhe stared at the screen, his finger tapping his forehead, deep in thought, trying to determine if his idea was feasible.

Fu Xiaochen sent another message: [Brother, I just checked the time. It's been less than ten minutes since you left. That's way too short. The woman wasn't even ready to get into the mood before you were done. If I were a woman, I wouldn't be happy either.]

Qin Yuhe gritted his teeth: [You've only had ten minutes!]

Fu Xiaochen smiled as he read the sentence, his face saying "I understand." His cousin was embarrassed and angry because he had hit the nail on the head.

.........

The Rolls-Royce arrived at the Forbidden City.

Song Xinya walked into the hall and looked around: "Xiao Ye hasn't returned yet?"

She was a little worried. Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were at the banquet tonight. Since the three of them hadn't gotten anything out of her, they might try to take advantage of Song Tingye instead.

Song Xinya hurriedly picked up her phone and called Song Tingye.

"Sister!" The boy's clear, crisp voice, like shattered ice striking jade, came from the front door: "I'm back."

Song Xinya turned her head and saw Song Tingye, who was wearing a tailor-made handmade suit. His hair, which usually hung down on his head, was now styled into an elegant three-seven part. His handsome face was full of vigor and radiance.

A perfectly healthy Song Tingye, unharmed.

Song Tingye: "Sister, don't worry about me. My brother-in-law sent a retired special forces soldier to guard me today. Nothing will happen to me."

A warm feeling spread from the bottom of her heart. Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe, her eyes filled with emotion.

Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her shoulder and gently put his arm around her: "I will protect the people you care about."

Song Xinya's heart was struck hard by his gentle thoughtfulness.

She squeezed his hand.

Song Xinya looked at Song Tingye and asked with concern, "Has Song Xuanli contacted you?"

Song Tingye: "I've looked for it."

Just as Song Xinya had predicted.

"What did he say to you?"

Song Tingye: "He said he hadn't seen me in a long time and missed me very much."

Song Xinya: "What did you say to him?"

Song Tingye: "I'm telling you, get lost, you banana, apple, and pineapple! You'd better stop with your hypocritical act. I don't believe a single word you say."

Song Xinya: "Did Song Xuanli insult you?"

Song Tingye: "He cursed me. He called me a traitor and even reached out to slap me in the face."

Song Xinya: "How did you react?"

Song Tingye: "Of course I blocked him. Do you think I'd be stupid enough to just stand there and let him hit me?"

Song Xinya hummed in agreement.

Song Tingye: "I've found that growing up is good. When I was little, I was too weak. Song Xuanli could scold me or hit me whenever he wanted. I had no power to fight back. I was just his punching bag and venting bag."

"Things are different now. I'm taller and stronger than him. If he tries to lay a finger on me again, I'll slap his head off!"

Song Xinya: "It's good that you're alright. It's getting late, you should go back to your room and rest."

Song Tingye: "Okay, I ate a lot of delicious food at the banquet today. Now that I'm full, it's time to go to sleep."

He left and went into the room.

Qin Yuhe put his arm around Song Xinya's shoulder: "Want to go upstairs?"

Song Xinya tugged at his hand: "You haven't had dinner yet tonight."

During the banquet, he kept helping her fend off drinks and didn't even have time to eat anything.

She kept this matter on her mind.

Qin Yuhe: "I'll have the maid make me something simple to eat."

Song Xinya: "I'll make it for you."

He did so much for her, and she wanted to do something for him in return.

Couples should work together to fight the world, instead of shutting themselves off and making things difficult for each other.

Caring is mutual.

Although she couldn't do anything earth-shattering for him, she could start with the small, everyday things in life and do what she could for him.

Things may be big or small, but concern knows no bounds.

Song Xinya: "Mr. Qin, I'll make you some noodles."

Qin Yuhe: "Okay, I'll eat your noodles."

Song Xinya glanced at him shyly, wondering if he was doing it on purpose.