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

Song Xinya was thrown onto the double bed.

Her body was thrown up, and Qin Yuhe pressed his palm against her chest, pushing her back down.

Gao Jun's muscular body pressed down on him.

He unbuttoned his white shirt with great practiced ease.

The man's white shirt slid smoothly down Song Xinya's smooth, creamy skin.

Qin Yuhe casually threw it on the ground.

He stroked her cheek with his palm, tucking a strand of hair that was stuck to her face behind her ear.

The man's palms were hot, and his fingertips brushed across her cheeks, sending a lingering electric current through her that lingered for a long time.

Song Xinya involuntarily tensed up.

Her voice trembled with nervousness as she asked, "Could you turn off the lights?"

Qin Yuhe: "No, I want to look at your face and see your every expression."

Song Xinya became even more nervous.

Qin Yuhe's Adam's apple bobbed: "Mrs. Qin, I want to do something for you."

Song Xinya: "For example..."

That's like saying she'd hand someone a knife if they tried to do something bad to her.

Words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back.

"Like this."

Qin Yuhe lowered his head, took her upper lip into his mouth, and gently sucked on it.

His movements were very gentle; the moment his lips touched her upper lip, it felt like a light feather tickling her, creating a tingling sensation.

The deep, magnetic voice rang out again.

"For example, like this."

He took her upper lip into his mouth and sucked hard, as if he were devouring her whole.

"There's also this."

He pinched her chin with his fingers and forcefully pried open her tightly closed lips.

The nimble tongue seizes the opportunity to enter.

He then proceeded to do the second, third, and fourth steps with her.

And he gently, rhythmically, and emotionally wrote "love" on her tongue.

After completing this entire process, Song Xinya collapsed onto the blankets, as soft as a pool of spring water.

Qin Yuhe began to test her learning progress, whispering in her ear, "How do you feel this time compared to last time?"

Song Xinya's breathing was erratic, and she was panting with every word she spoke.

"You've made tremendous progress."

Actually, that strawberry-flavored kiss last time was also wonderful.

Comparing the two experiences, she could clearly feel that last time, emotion outweighed technique, while this time, technique and emotion went hand in hand, making her feel so good that she wanted more.

This is strange. Only a few hours have passed, how come his kissing skills have improved so much?

Song Xinya asked, "Did someone teach you to kiss like that?"

Qin Yuhe said, "No, I'm self-taught."

"Since you like it, let's kiss again."

He pressed his lips against hers once more.

As Qin Yuhe said, he has a very strong learning ability. After only one practice, he grasped the essence of all the methods and integrated them into his knowledge.

Song Xinya's eyes turned red from his kisses, and her slender fingers were tucked into his hair.

The light from the table lamp was a warm, creamy yellow, which refracted through the perforated frosted glass and shone out from the lampshade, creating halos of light in front of Song Xinya's eyes.

His burning fingertips dug into her side waist.

His rapid breath hit her sensitive earlobe.

He gripped her slender neck, where the veins bulged.

Song Xinya's eyes were hard to focus, and before her eyes, bursts of white fireworks exploded as he moved.

The man gripping her waist had a taut jawline; his handsome and alluring face appeared sometimes clear, sometimes blurry.

Every nerve cell in my body is throbbing and screaming with joy.

Song Xinya has a beautiful voice, charming and sweet, soft and pleasant to listen to. Her soft and long moans flow from her lips like honey flowing out, like cotton candy stretching into strands, like a maddening poison.

The windowside with the curtains half open.

Leaves swaying in the wind.

Moonlight streaming through the window.

Mixed with her trembling, low singing, it created a scorching hot summer night.

The night was long, but the lights never went out.

Qin Yuhe thoroughly appreciated all of her facial expressions throughout the entire process.

She lay obediently beneath him, letting him do as he pleased.

The most primal force within him, out of control, became extremely fierce.

Every move he made was ruthless and crucial.

In this matter, Song Xinya is a graduate student, while Qin Yuhe is in kindergarten.

She was no match for him; in just a few minutes, she was already begging for mercy.

But then she felt she was giving up too quickly and being too cowardly, so she gritted her teeth and persevered...

One minute.

Then, unable to bear it any longer, she started to whine and cry.

She cries a lot.

Pear blossoms, wet with rain, so delicate and pitiful.

Not only did he not let her go, he bullied her even more severely.

When the final moment ended, Song Xinya saw the sun at nine in the morning.

Nine o'clock in the morning!

SOS! Help!