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

"No, this..."

Seeing that a major disaster was about to occur, Song Xinya was extremely anxious.

After seven times, she was already half-dead.

Thirteen times, she couldn't get out of bed for three days straight!

Song Xinya anxiously stretched out Erkang's hand: "Let me explain."

Qin Yuhe: "An explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth. The more desperately a person tries to explain, the more guilty they are."

Song Xinya: "What if I don't say anything?"

Qin Yuhe: "Acknowledging the fact."

That means, either way, she wants to be with him thirteen times in one night.

He had all the advantages.

Qin Yuhe walked towards the double bed, his damp shoes leaving a water stain on the floor.

Song Xinya stared at him without blinking.

Reason told her that it was better for her to look down at him now.

But reason prevailed.

Lust took over.

The first time she saw him, he came out without a shirt, only wrapped in a bath towel.

The handsome man's body was covered in wet streaks, glistening water droplets sliding down his bulging pectoral muscles, landing on his well-defined abdominal muscles, and then flowing down to the mysterious area in the middle.

Song Xinya's gaze followed the drop of water to Qin Yuhe's lower abdomen.

A vague outline.

She swallowed hard.

The footsteps grew closer, and the distance between the two people grew shorter.

The bedroom was large, but because of his proximity, Song Xinya felt that the space was very small.

She looked at him so close, her mouth opening and closing, and asked, "Thirteen times in one night, can you handle it?"

Qin Yuhe: "You should ask yourself, 'Can you do it?'"

Song Xinya was very self-aware: "I can't do it."

She crawled into bed, pulled the blanket up over her head, and said, "Sleep!"

Qin Yuhe walked to the bedside and patted the small bump on the bed: "Can you change your habit of burying your head in the sand like an ostrich when things go wrong?"

Song Xinya gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, and a muffled voice came from inside: "Being an ostrich is better than being a corpse."

She couldn't just lie there obediently and let him do whatever he wanted!

Doing it thirteen times in one night can really kill you!

Qin Yuhe: "You invited me thirteen times just now, why are you going back on your word now?"

When did she invite you?

Who invited you?

Who invited you?

Now that this matter has come up, Song Xinya has a good talk with him about it.

She threw off the covers, picked up her phone from the bedside table, and showed him the call history.

"I was just on the phone with Zhang Yingying. She wouldn't let me share a room with you and wanted me to sleep in a separate room. That's why I said I wanted to sleep with you thirteen times tonight."

Qin Yuhe: "I once read a quote in a book, spoken by Napoleon, the Emperor of the French Empire: Never do what your enemy wants you to do, for the simple reason that your enemy wants you to do it."

Song Xinya wholeheartedly agreed with this statement: "That's right, if she doesn't let me do it, does that mean I won't do it? I'm not her slave, why should I listen to her?"

Qin Yuhe: "The more she tells you not to do it, the more you want to do it."

Song Xinya nodded emphatically: "Yes!"

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on her thigh: "Let's begin."

He had just taken a shower, and the coolness of the icy water lingered on his body. His palms were not as hot as usual, but as cold as jade.

His cold hand rested on her thigh, his fingers stroking her hot, soft skin.

From the knee to the thigh, from the outside to the inside, the large, cool hand felt like a venomous snake, trying to burrow into a warm, damp cave.

A sense of danger instantly enveloped Song Xinya.

Her scalp tingled.

What she had been trying to tell him was that there should be a truce tonight.

What is she saying?

Do it with him.

This...this...this...

How can you say one thing and mean another?

What she said and what she thought were completely different things.

Qin Yuhe seemed to sense what she was thinking and asked, "Do you need me to help you review our conversation just now?"

Song Xinya: "No need, I haven't lost my memory, I've remembered everything."

She finally realized that she had been led astray by Qin Yuhe, and had unknowingly and happily jumped into his trap.

In his presence, her head seemed to have been slammed in a door; she was hopelessly stupid.

In the instant Song Xinya panicked, he grabbed her hands and pinned her soft body down.

Qin Yuhe grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and placed them above her head.

He buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath: "Smells so good."

The man's weight pressed down on her, his strong, tall body pressing down on her tightly.

Every time this happened, Song Xinya felt completely powerless, the difference in strength between men and women was too great, and she couldn't resist him in the slightest.

Qin Yuhe's fingers were very nimble; he peeled back her thin, close-fitting fabric and slipped his fingertips inside from one side.

"Did you apply the medicine?"

Song Xinya whimpered, her voice sounding aggrieved: "Without applying the medicine, I can't walk at all."

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "Does it really hurt that much?"

Song Xinya: "Otherwise, in the next life you'll be a woman and I'll be a man, and I'll let you experience this kind of pain."

A deep laugh rolled down Qin Yuhe's chest: "I still prefer being a man."

He opened his mouth and bit her ear, uttering two particularly lewd words:

"*you."

Song Xinya's eyes widened in disbelief. She could hardly believe that someone who was usually so noble and elegant would utter those two words.

All her senses were overwhelmed by shock, and then she felt as if she had been thrown into a sauna, where she was unbearably hot.

She blushed deeply with embarrassment.

Her heart was pounding.

Fortunately, his job requires him to travel frequently. If he stayed at home every day and she stayed with him every day, she would definitely get a heart attack.

To calm her intense emotions, Song Xinya looked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony.

The window, which occupies one wall, had no curtains drawn.

Because Qin Yuhe doesn't like to draw the curtains when he does that kind of thing.

This is his quirk.

However, there's no need to worry about being seen, because it's a one-way window, so people outside can't see it.

After taking a shower, the icy feeling on his body gradually disappeared, and Song Xinya could clearly feel that Qin Yuhe's body temperature was rising.

The arrow is on the bowstring.

That feeling is—

I just finished dinner, but I feel very hungry. I want to eat her to relieve this emptiness.

Qin Yuhe lifted his head from Song Xinya's neck, slowly moved it down, opened his mouth, and bit her chest.

"Really not possible?"

Song Xinya's pupils overflowed with physiological tears, her eyelids were tinged with a thin layer of red, and her beautiful eyes were wet, as if they could drip water.

"Uh-huh."

Qin Yuhe rolled over and lay on his side, arms outstretched, one draped over her and the other over the outside of the bed.

It's the third day since I returned from my business trip.

His wife rejected his advances.