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

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Yuhe's voice suddenly rang out, and he looked up at Song Xinya.

"ah--"

Song Xinya abruptly looked away, feeling guilty, and touched her nose with her finger.

"Exactly, I noticed that the drawstring at the waist of your gray sweatpants is quite long and hangs down. When you walk, it sways back and forth."

Qin Yuhe: "Really? You haven't seen this before?"

Song Xinya: "I've never seen anything this long."

Qin Yuhe looked at her subtly and asked, "How long is it?"

Song Xinya stretched out her hand, indicating a length: "This long."

Qin Yuhe looked at the length she was pointing to and asked, "Are you sure it's only this long?"

Song Xinya then stretched out her other hand, using both hands together to gesture an even longer length, and compared it to his waist and abdomen.

"Is this length enough?"

Qin Yuhe said meaningfully, "If you think it's enough, then it's enough."

Wait...wait a minute, Song Xinya suddenly realized something, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly withdrew her hands that were aimed at his waist and abdomen.

"What are you talking about?"

"Tie," Qin Yuhe said with a serious expression, "weren't we just talking about tie the whole time?"

Song Xinya turned her burning cheek to one side: "Yes, I was talking about the tie."

Qin Yuhe: "What I said makes sense."

He walked toward her, the ribbon hanging from his waist swaying back and forth.

Song Xinya felt her eyes were about to be dazzled by it, and then she couldn't help but stare at it.

She suddenly understood the saying: a man wearing gray sweatpants is like a woman wearing black stockings.

In particular, he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of gray sweatpants.

Those bulging pectoral muscles, those sharply defined abdominal muscles, and those frenulum swaying back and forth below the waist.

That's too flashy.

This is really too flashy.

It's practically inciting people to commit crimes.

Song Xinya blushed and said, "Tie a knot in the sash around your waist."

Qin Yuhe: "Anyway, it's long enough. How about wrapping it around my waist?"

Song Xinya: "...You decide what to do. It's your tie."

She simply turned her face to one side, with the back of her head facing him.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Qin Yuhe looked at her cherry-red earlobes, smiled, picked up the gray top that was placed aside, and put it on.

The man's body heat warmed her, causing one side of the mattress to sink in, and as she sat down, the hem of her nightgown was pressed under her hips, making the two separate individuals become one.

The cloud-shaped ceiling lights were on, casting a warm yellow glow that enveloped Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya.

The two sat leaning against the headboard, each holding a book, reading quietly.

When she got tired of reading, she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

The room was quiet; no one spoke, except for the occasional sound of papers being turned.

Warm lighting, a soft atmosphere, a woman leaning on a man's shoulder—the room is filled with coziness, and even the evening breeze blowing in through the window seems gentle and tranquil.

Qin Yuhe's fingers flipped through the paper covered with English letters, and suddenly the weight on his shoulder lightened as her head slid down his shoulder.

Just before Song Xinya collapsed onto the bed, he cupped her face in his palm.

She opened her eyes, her pupils misty with tears. Her delicate chin rested on his palm, her watery eyes looking at him. Her face was fair and soft, with a blush on both cheeks. Her eyelashes, like small fans, fluttered, exuding a childlike, youthful cuteness.

"I almost fell asleep just now."

Qin Yuhe held her face in one hand, and with his other hand, he pinched her cheek with his fingers.

"I know," he said in a low, gentle voice, "a kitten just slipped off my shoulder and almost fell onto the blanket."

Song Xinya looked at him and said, "Meow~"

Qin Yuhe's dark eyes curved into a smile: "Do you have to be this cute, Song Xinya?"

Song Xinya then acted cute towards him again: "Meow~"

Qin Yuhe's eyes darkened, and he grabbed her cheek with his hand, nimbly flipped her over, and pressed his strong and muscular body down on her, pinning her to the bed.

He lowered his head and bit her lip hard.

"Have you forgotten that tomorrow is Saturday?"

Song Xinya had indeed forgotten, and the thought that tomorrow was Saturday set off alarm bells in her mind.

But it was too late; she had already offended someone.

Qin Yuhe grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulled the gray shirt he had just put on over his head.

The gray shirt was thrown forcefully to the ground.

He gripped her slender waist with his large hands, his strength as hard as steel, leaving her no room to struggle.

His burgeoning desire pressed against her.

His muscular arms braced on either side of her body.

Qin Yuhe looked down at her, his eyes burning with passion, a turbulent undercurrent lurking beneath.

Tensions.

"Why did you keep rejecting me before?"

Song Xinya's eyes were filled with either his lustful face or his strong and sexy body.

Her bright, sparkling eyes were shimmering with tears, and her consciousness was drifting aimlessly.

"When did I reject you?"

Qin Yuhe: "Several times."

Song Xinya seemed to remember that there was such a thing.

"That's because I haven't fully recovered yet."

Qin Yuhe: "Is that all there is to it?"

Song Xinya: "What else could it be?"

Qin Yuhe: "That's probably the best reason."

Song Xinya: "What else could it be?"

Qin Yuhe: "There could also be other reasons."

Song Xinya: "What other reasons did you mention?"

Qin Yuhe: "Can't you think of any other reason? What could it be?"

Song Xinya's already unclear mind was now completely tangled up.

She felt like she had performed a comedy routine with him.

Are we still going to do it or not?

This is so mentally taxing, it's easier to just lie down and do it with him.

Qin Yuhe, however, had no intention of letting her go; he believed he was having a friendly conversation with her as husband and wife.

After all, couples need to communicate frequently and reflect on their relationship often in order to maintain harmony.

"Did you reject my advances and kisses before because you disliked me?"

"What?"

Song Xinya was greatly shocked: "Why would you think that?"

Qin Yuhe seemed to be stumped by the question, and paused for a moment.

He seems to have never thought about why he thinks this way.

Why would he think she hates him?

What else could it be?

When a person clearly knows that they are loved by another person, they will not have such doubts.

Because she doesn't love him.

The moment those words popped into Qin Yuhe's mind, he was startled for a second.

He doesn't need love.

He had always thought so.

As a child, she witnessed her parents' endless arguments. They would argue every time they met, every single day. A woman trapped in an unhappy marriage cannot hide the sadness on her face. Although Jiang Yaoxue tried her best to maintain a calm demeanor when facing her child, little Qin Yuhe could still see her forced smile and her pain and sorrow.

Everyone says that children don't understand things, but in fact, children are sensitive and can clearly perceive the emotions of adults.

Throughout his childhood, Qin Yuhe grew up in an environment where his parents were disharmonious, unloving, and hated each other.

He had never seen love, so he felt he didn't need it.

What he needs is a partner who treats him with respect and doesn't interfere with his life.

Qin Yuhe asked himself in his heart, isn't that right? Isn't that right?

His dark eyes were fixed on her as he asked, "Song Xinya, you don't dislike me, do you?"

His eyes held an expectation he himself was unaware of.

I want to hear her say sweet things...