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

Chapter 121 "I Can't Wait Any Longer"

Qin Yuhe's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his expression was aloof, and his handsome face was like cold jade under the moonlight.

Looking at him now, Song Xinya saw that he seemed quite serious and didn't appear to be hinting at anything to her.

She glanced at his deep red, thin lips.

He's a germaphobe; how could he possibly be willing to lie among women and do that kind of thing?

Moreover, his status was so distinguished.

Song Xinya thought that he might have just made a slip of the tongue and forgot to say "middle" between "middle" and "noodles".

Both of them are currently wearing formal attire for the banquet and need to go upstairs to change into casual clothes.

Qin Yuhe walked to the stairwell and turned around to see Song Xinya still standing there.

"Aren't you leaving? Planning to stand here and cultivate immortality?"

Song Xinya: "No, I'm cosplaying as one of Qin Shi Huang's terracotta warriors."

Qin Yuhe: "Should I award you a prize for still human art?"

Song Xinya took a step forward: "No need, the Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang is walking towards you."

She lifted her foot and stepped onto the stairs.

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over the black high heels on her feet, the soles of which were extremely thin.

He took her hand and inserted his well-defined fingers between hers, intertwining them.

The man's hands were warm, dry, strong, and held her steadily.

Song Xinya gripped his hand in return, their fingers intertwined.

She followed him up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The moment she stood on flat ground, Song Xinya released Qin Yuhe's hand.

He didn't let go of her; his fingers were still inserted between hers, the distinct bony texture of her skin making the touch all the more vivid.

Song Xinya smiled, pursing her lips.

Warm light bathed the long corridor, enveloping the two of them as he led her into the bedroom.

The two stood next to the wardrobe, and Song Xinya reached inside to take out a set of loungewear.

Suddenly, I heard the click of a belt buckle being unbuckled.

The volume wasn't loud, but because it was full of reverie, it was exceptionally clear when it reached Song Xinya's ears.

Then came the sound of suit trousers being taken off.

Song Xinya stared straight at the wardrobe, not daring to turn her head.

He's changing his clothes in front of her now.

Should she reciprocate by changing her clothes in front of him?

It's not that Song Xinya is being pretentious, but she really would feel embarrassed to be naked in front of Qin Yuhe.

Qin Yuhe changed his clothes and saw Song Xinya still standing in her evening gown.

"My foot is stuck to the ground by super glue and I can't move it?"

Song Xinya said, "I haven't decided which outfit to wear yet."

Qin Yuhe leaned towards her, took one of his white shirts from the closet, and handed it to her.

"Wear my clothes."

She has so many clothes, yet he wants her to wear his.

Song Xinya: "Why?"

Qin Yuhe: "I love that you are covered in my scent from head to toe, inside and out."

Song Xinya lowered her eyes, her face flushed, bit her lip, and turned her head to the side, her back to him: "You should leave now."

Qin Yuhe smiled and walked towards the door.

Song Xinya put on his white shirt and came to the lobby on the first floor.

She looked around and saw that the study door was open, with a crack in it, letting in a clear, bright light.

She thought he must be busy with work.

Song Xinya picked up her phone and sent him a message: [Mr. Qin, what kind of noodles would you like to eat?]

The message popped up instantly: [The kind of noodles you made for me the first time]

Song Xinya went to the kitchen and started making tomato beef noodles for him.

.........

In the study, Qin Yuhe sat at the computer.

A video is playing on the screen, showing a handsome man and a beautiful woman embracing each other tightly, their tongues intertwined in a French kiss.

The study, a place for learning, was now filled with the blush-inducing, sticky, and ambiguous sounds of sucking.

Qin Yuhe stared intently at the screen, his eyes unwavering.

His expression was serious, and he didn't miss a single frame.

As a man who has never lost, Qin Yuhe is learning how to kiss a woman.

He was obsessed with figuring out how to kiss his wife more enjoyably.

Do what you love, be dedicated to it, and excel at it.

This is the dedication of Prince Qin.

Even when it comes to kissing, he wants to be number one.

Prince Qin has always been:

Do one job, do it well, do one job, do it well, do it well, do it well.

After a short video finished playing, a background audio message came from the computer: "The 56th kissing tutorial video has finished playing. Next, we will play a tutorial video on the neck-grabbing kiss."

"Strangle the other person's neck forcefully, mark your territory with pain, drown out any bluster with your panting breaths, and kiss them with a destructive madness. This kind of shame and stimulation will make a woman unable to resist~"

Qin Yuhe watched the entire video carefully.

After watching all the kissing videos, he picked up his phone and called Fu Xiaochen.

The first time I called, the other party didn't answer.

The second time I called, the other party didn't answer either.

On the fourth attempt, the opponent accepted.

Fu Xiaochen's impatient voice rushed into my ears: "You'd better have something very important to tell me."

Qin Yuhe: "Can't I call you about something unimportant?"

Fu Xiaochen: "Don't you even look at the time? It's 10 p.m. They've basically already showered and are in bed."

Qin Yuhe: "You're still awake."

Fu Xiaochen: "Are you really not aware or just pretending? Do I need to tell you bluntly what I'm doing?"

Qin Yuhe smiled knowingly. In fact, he had already guessed it when Fu Xiaochen didn't answer his first call.

He said, "You don't know what you're doing."

Fu Xiaochen scoffed, "Keep pretending, you grandson."

Qin Yuhe: "As my cousin, you are my eldest grandson."

Fu Xiaochen gritted his teeth: "Calling me in the middle of the night just to spite me?"

Qin Yuhe got down to business: "I'd like to ask you how to improve my kissing skills."

Fu Xiaochen: "How do you know I'm a good kisser?"

Qin Yuhe: "You don't look like a decent person. You're the kind of shady character who knows a lot about crooked ways."

Fu Xiaochen gritted his teeth even louder: "If you're asking for a favor, then act like you're asking for a favor. If you can't get anything out of your mouth, I'm hanging up."

Qin Yuhe: "The Bugatti La Voiture Noire, the black goddess, the sports car you've always dreamed of but couldn't have. There's only one in the whole world, and it's parked in my garage. I'm giving it to you."

Fu Xiaochen: "I'm not hanging up."

Qin Yuhe: "Now can you tell me how to improve my kissing skills?"

Fu Xiaochen: "Okay!"

"First, kiss the other person's upper lip, gently suck on it, then suck hard, as if you're trying to eat them up."

"Second, when the other person's tongue enters your mouth, lick the tip of their tongue to actively seduce them; when they can't resist the teasing and kiss you back, pull your tongue back to play hard to get; when their tongue retracts, hold it in your mouth and suck on it to the fullest extent."

"Third, the most sensitive part of the mouth is the palate. At the right time, lick it a few times to stimulate the other person until they can't breathe."

"Fourth, add some breathing sounds to create atmosphere."

Fifth, absolutely do not hold them mouth-to-mouth and gnaw on them, like you're fighting with a pig for food.

Qin Yuhe took out his notebook and wrote it down word for word.

And they begin to simulate the scene of actual combat in their minds.

Fu Xiaochen: "You can't grasp the essence of this kind of thing just by listening; you still need to practice more."

"I'll teach you another simple and easy-to-use method."

Qin Yuhe listened attentively, learning very seriously: "Please speak."

Fu Xiaochen: "The tongue writing method, gentle, rhythmic, and full of emotion, is to write 'love' on the other person's tongue."

Qin Yuhe: "That does sound rather simple."

Fu Xiaochen: "Practice slowly, cousin."

Qin Yuhe: "There's no need to practice slowly. I've always had a strong learning ability, and I'll master all the methods you mentioned tonight."

Fu Xiaochen: "He brags without thinking."

Qin Yuhe: "The reason you doubt me is because you can't do it yourself. I understand your clumsiness and that your learning ability isn't as strong as mine."

A second before Fu Xiaochen's roar came through, Qin Yuhe decisively hung up the phone.

Never give the other party a chance to insult him.

A knocking sound came from the door, and Song Xinya pushed it open and walked in.

The computer was still playing a video teaching people how to kiss.

Song Xinya walked to the table and looked at the screen.

Qin Yuhe reached out and closed the notebook.

Song Xinya: "..."

Mysterious.

"Mr. Qin, the noodles are ready."

Qin Yuhe stood up from his chair, stretched out his hand, and gestured for her to go first.

Song Xinya turned and walked out, thinking to herself, "They're so guarded, they're obviously up to no good."

Are you watching porn?

The two walked into the kitchen one after the other.

As Song Xinya reached for the bowl of noodles, Qin Yuhe reached out his arm first and picked it up.

"Don't burn yourself."

Song Xinya: "You should also be careful not to get burned."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm not as delicate as you."

Song Xinya: "I'm not delicate either."

Qin Yuhe: "I have to apply medicine every time I finish. Isn't that enough to make me tender?"

Song Xinya's cheeks flushed. She picked up a large tomato from the cutting board and stuffed it into his mouth: "I saved this especially for you. Eat it quickly."

Qin Yuhe took the tomato out of his mouth and put it back on the cutting board: "Aren't you worried about choking me to death?"

He sat at the table eating noodles, and she sat opposite him watching him.

"How's the taste?"

"His skills are superb; he could open a noodle shop."

"I actually thought about quitting my job and opening a small noodle shop before."

"You open a noodle shop, I open a company, we both have bright futures."

Song Xinya: "……………"

"Stop talking, just eat your noodles!"

Qin Yuhe finished his bowl of noodles, and Song Xinya reached out to clear the dishes.

He raised his hand and grabbed her pale wrist: "Have the maid clean it up."

Song Xinya: "I don't have anything to do right now, I'll tidy up."

"Who said you were alright..."