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

Song Xinya's heart pounded like a rabbit in her chest.

She crouched down, her slender back arching gracefully, and opened the cabinet under the television, looking quite busy as she rummaged through it.

To hide one's nervousness.

"Go take a shower first. My good friend Tian Tianquan gave me a pair of wine glasses. Let me find them. After you've finished showering, we'll have some red wine."

Qin Yuhe's fingers continued to unbutton his shirt, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest, smooth and delicate like white jade.

"Okay, I'll go wash up first."

The moment his tall, handsome figure disappeared, Song Xinya clutched her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

She silently cursed herself for being so cowardly; she hadn't even taken her clothes off yet, and she was already getting all excited.

After calming herself down, Song Xinya found a wine glass, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and went into the bedroom.

As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Song Xinya suddenly wondered what he would wear after taking a shower.

There were only bath towels in the bathroom.

He came out wearing only a bath towel.

She suddenly became curious: Did he have abs?

How firm are your pectoral muscles?

Judging from his standard broad shoulders and narrow waist, he should have it, right?

I hope so; she likes men with good physiques.

Song Xinya smiled speechlessly. No, why was her little head starting to wander into wild thoughts again?

Considering Qin Yuhe's status as a pampered young master in Beijing's elite circles, it's unlikely he would want to come out wearing just a towel.

Song Xinya went to find him pajamas.

She entered Song Tingye's room. Under the lamplight, the slender boy was doing a test paper, the 0.5mm black carbon pen making a scratching sound on the paper.

Song Tingye sat lazily in the chair, one hand holding a pen and doing questions on the test paper, the other hand casually resting on the back of the chair.

"Sister, what brings you here?"

Song Xinya: "Do you have pajamas?"

Song Tingye: "In this hot weather, who would sleep in pajamas? I sleep naked, with my butt exposed."

Song Xinya: "Do you think Mr. Qin would sleep naked like you?"

Song Tingye thought for a moment and replied, "He probably wouldn't. He looks so serious; I can't imagine him sleeping naked."

Song Xinya: "I can't imagine it either."

Song Tingye stood up and took a set of blue pajamas from the closet: "Give this to my brother-in-law. It's clean, and I've never worn it before."

Song Xinya took her pajamas back to the bedroom, and the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

She knocked on the door: "Mr. Qin, I've prepared pajamas for you."

The bathroom door opened, and warm steam rushed out. The man's arm stretched out, his muscles bulging and his lines smooth. Blue veins meandered across his pale skin, and there were still damp traces of water on it.

Song Xinya handed him the pajamas, and through the open gap, she could see his thighs—long, firm, and erect.

How to describe the feeling at that moment? Well, just by looking at his strong thighs, you can imagine the man's fierce explosive power.

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat.

Qin Yuhe's hand gripped her arm, his palm damp and hot.

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat. Was he about to drag her into the bathroom?

His palm slid down her soft arm, leaving a damp trail on her skin from the moisture on his hand.

The calluses at the base of his fingers rubbed against her skin, the touch slightly rough, like sandpaper, with force, leaving red marks on her fair skin.

As his hand slid into hers, he picked up his pajamas: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Song Xinya said, withdrawing her hand. Her arm felt numb, as if countless cat tongues were licking it.

The bathroom door closed, and Song Xinya turned around, feeling dizzy, and walked back.

I'm already a little drunk before I've even tasted the red wine.

She threw herself into the soft blankets, lying face down, her soft nightgown clinging to her body, revealing a undulating curve at her waist and hips.

The bathroom door opened, and Qin Yuhe came out, his gaze sweeping over her inch by inch.

He glanced at the wine glass on the table; the glass was clean, with no trace of red wine residue.

Seeing that she was already lying on the bed, he walked straight toward the bed.

Song Xinya was quietly waiting when she suddenly felt the mattress sink down.

She looked up and saw Qin Yuhe sitting next to her.

She wasn't wearing a sexy nightgown; instead, she was wearing a sweet, white, court-style mesh nightgown with a square neckline, revealing her fair arms and calves.

At this moment, her collar slipped down, revealing half of her fair, white shoulder.

"Since you don't want to drink, let's just start..."

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on her rounded shoulder and asked, "Do you prefer it from the front or from behind?"

Song Xinya's face was as red as rouge spreading, and her earlobes even had a pinkish hue.

How is she supposed to answer this kind of question...?

She sat up in a panic: "I'd better have some red wine first."

Qin Yuhe's hand fell as she stood up, brushing against her slender back and tracing her delicate waist. His fingers intertwined with the hem of her skirt, and then his palm was left empty.

The table with the red wine is against the wall of another bedroom.

Song Xinya walked over, picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass into a stemmed glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

They were in too much of a hurry; they didn't even get a good taste from the 175 million RMB bottle of red wine.

Qin Yuhe walked over, poured her half a glass of red wine, and then poured half a glass into another stemmed glass. He gently clinked the glasses together with hers, pressing the rim of the glass lower than hers.

"Red wine is best enjoyed slowly."

Song Xinya watched as he slowly raised his wine glass, his beautifully shaped thin lips tinged with a vibrant crimson.

As the red wine enters the mouth, the Adam's apple bobs slightly, and the raised jawline exudes a seductive allure.

She followed his elegant movements, slowly sipping her red wine.

This time, she truly appreciated the exquisite qualities of fine red wine.

The texture is light and airy, like a cloud floating on the tongue. It is silky smooth and has a long finish. The flavor is rich and layered, like a perfect blend of black cherry, flowers, minerals, and smoky new oak, with a delicate and sweet aftertaste.

This perfectly illustrates the old saying: there's a reason why things are expensive.

Song Xinya slowly finished her half-glass of red wine. Qin Yuhe asked, "Are you satisfied with the taste of this red wine?"

Song Xinya hummed in agreement, smiled faintly, and replied, "No one would dislike this bottle of red wine."

Qin Yuhe said casually, "I have plenty more in my private wine cellar. If you like to drink, I'll leave it all for you."

No one dislikes sweet words. Song Xinya's lips, tinged with the scent of red wine, curled up, her face beaming with a smile, making her look vibrant and lively.

Suddenly, her thighs were gripped by a strong hand, her legs were spread apart and hung on his sides as he lifted her up.

As she felt weightless, she instinctively wanted to grab onto something, and wrapped her soft hands around his neck.

Qin Yuhe lifted her up and sat her on the table, his tall and imposing body standing between her legs.

He bent down, burying his handsome, almost radiant face in her neck, gently rubbing and slowly caressing her, his lips, stained with red wine, pressing against her neck.

Along with Song Xinya came his powerful aura.

The unique scent of hormones, subtle and delicate, lingered around her nose, exuding a mature and refreshing quality. It forcefully penetrated her body through her nasal cavity, burning her blood and circulating to every inch of her body, giving her body and brain a tingling, dizzying sensation.

There was still something she didn't understand; he was about to get down to business...

Handsome men have a kind of magic that can ignite people's desires in an instant.

Just looking at his handsome, almost bewitching face was enough to make her heart flutter.

In particular, he was currently burying his face in her neck, his warm lips tracing down her neck inch by inch...