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

Song Xinya felt she hadn't drunk enough. The sensations were so clear; the skin kissed by his lips felt like it was being roasted by flames, as if struck by an electric current.

Uncontrollably, her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

His hot lips kissed her chest and continued to fall.

She felt she couldn't take it anymore, that her heart was going to jump out of her chest.

If she had known, she would have drunk more, gotten herself drunk, passed out, and let him eat at the buffet.

Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her back and pushed her forward forcefully.

Song Xinya thrust her chest forward and tilted her neck back, her slender swan neck forming a beautiful arc.

This position makes it easier for him to kiss.

His hot kisses landed on her body one after another, lingering with the scent of red wine and an irresistible tenderness.

Song Xinya's breathing became increasingly erratic, her hands gripping the table tightly, and her pale toes curling together.

Her helpless hand moved to the side and bumped into the wine bottle.

With a crash, the wine bottle fell to the table, the red liquid flowing out, its rich aroma filling the entire room.

Red wine spilled across the table, staining Song Xinya's white nightgown just before Qin Yuhe scooped her up by the arm and lifted her up with one hand.

Immediately, he pressed her down onto the table, her back to him.

She braced herself on the table, her rosy lips uttering a startled cry: "Ah—, Mr. Qin, be gentle…"

Her voice trembled softly, filled with tender affection, so alluring it could melt your heart.

It didn't sound like it was made out of fright; it sounded more like a seductive allure.

The best aphrodisiac.

Qin Yuhe pressed down on Song Xinya from behind, their weights overlapping.

Song Xinya's legs were already weak, and now she couldn't bear it any longer. Her hands, which were supporting her on the table, shook violently.

The table slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Qin Yuhe put one arm around her waist and used the other to steady the table.

He pressed himself against her, his hot hands covering her rounded shoulders, his fingers hooking her bra straps as he pulled down her nightgown.

Song Xinya's hand, which was resting on the table, trembled violently again.

Bang—the table slammed against the wall again.

Her nightgown was pulled down over her shoulders, exposing her fair, white shoulders to the air.

As the temperature gradually rose, a series of knocking sounds came from the wall.

Song Tingye's voice came clearly from the other side of the wall, as if he were standing right next to them: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Knocking, knocking! Sister, brother-in-law, keep your voices down, you're disturbing my studies."

Qin Yuhe paused in his actions of removing Song Xinya's clothes.

Song Xinya whispered, "The soundproofing in this house isn't very good."

They heard Song Tingye say, "That's right, even if you speak softly, I can hear you clearly."

The environment quieted down, and the two of them could hear the scratching sound of Song Tingye's pen writing on the paper.

Qin Yuhe: "This wall must be made of air."

Song Tingye: "That's right, we share one alarm clock with ten houses next door."

Song Xinya's reason, which had been burning with lust to the point of boiling, cooled down. If she did it with Qin Yuhe tonight, wouldn't she be broadcasting the whole thing live to Song Tingye?

Her younger brother is only seventeen years old this year.

A high school student who is about to enter his senior year of high school.

We are at a crucial juncture in our studies.

Song Xinya turned to look at Qin Yuhe, her soft red lips very close to his thin lips, almost touching.

He looked down into her eyes and read the words "some other day" in her pupils.

He really wanted to do it at that moment.

But Qin Yuhe has always had extremely high standards for everything he does, and he always strives to do it to the best of his ability, including when it comes to sex.

Once he starts, he wants to go all out and enjoy himself to the fullest.

It's obvious that today's occasion is inappropriate.

Even if we force him to do it, we can't let him have his fill.

He loosened his grip on her nightgown, and his chest moved away from her back.

Song Xinya straightened her clothes, which he had half-undressed, and realized she had ruined Qin Yuhe's mood. Not knowing how to face him, she picked up a towel and squatted down to wipe the red wine stains that had dripped down.

The moment the towel in her hand was stained with red wine, a shadow fell over her head, and then her body was completely enveloped.

Qin Yuhe squatted down beside her and took the towel from her hand: "I'll clean it up."

Song Xinya's drooping eyelashes curled upwards as she looked at Qin Yuhe, whose expression was cold and calm.

Aren't you angry?

"Why am I angry?" Qin Yuhe wiped the floor with a towel in his hand, his clean, white fingers stained with bright red wine, but he didn't care at all and continued to wipe the floor with the towel.

"Your concerns are reasonable. One of the obligations of a couple is mutual respect. As your husband, I think I should respect your thoughts."

Is this what he meant by treating each other with respect? Song Xinya thought to herself, it felt pretty good.

At this moment, his long, straight eyelashes drooped down like raven feathers, and her watery eyes secretly observed him.

Suddenly, he looked up at her, his eyes dark and deep, unfathomable, and stared directly at her, saying, "You'll be mine sooner or later."

What a domineering statement.

Song Xinya's eyelashes trembled violently.

.........

The room lights were off, and it was pitch black.

The two people lay on the double bed, each occupying a spot on the side of the bed.

The bedroom door leading to the balcony was not closed, and the summer night breeze carried in the rising heat.

Song Xinya is not afraid of heat, but she is afraid of cold.

There was no air conditioning in the room, only a typhoon fan blowing.

Song Xinya knew that Qin Yuhe must not have slept in such a simple environment. She felt bad that he was not feeling well.

Song Xinya turned over to face him, looking at him in the silvery moonlight: "Mr. Qin, are you hot?"

Qin Yuhe didn't hide his true feelings and replied, "It's hot."

Song Xinya: "Why don't you stay at a nearby hotel?"

Qin Yuhe turned around and looked at her: "What, are you trying to kick me out?"

"..." Song Xinya: "No, I was worried you'd get too hot, so I suggested you stay at a hotel. The hotel has a great environment, and you'll be more comfortable there."

Qin Yuhe's key point was: "How do you know which hotel has a good environment?"

She stayed there?

With whom?

Qin Yuhe's eyes sharpened.

Song Xinya: "When I was in college, I worked at that hotel during the summer vacation, so I know that hotel quite well."

Qin Yuhe's eyes softened.

Song Xinya reached out and placed her palm on Qin Yuhe's forehead, touching it gently.

Qin Yuhe stiffened: "What are you doing?"

Song Xinya: "Feel if your forehead is sweaty."

Qin Yuhe thought she was in the mood, but it turned out she wasn't.

Song Xinya rubbed the dampness from her fingertips and sat up in bed: "I'll put some ice next to you, it'll help you cool down."

Qin Yuhe: "It's late, don't bother."

Song Xinya got out of bed and ran across the balcony, her slender figure casting a beautiful silhouette in the moonlight.

"No trouble at all, there are ice cubes in the refrigerator, I'll just take them out."

She walked to the refrigerator in the living room and filled the washbasin with ice.

As she reached for the heavy basin, a pair of large hands took it away before she could.

Qin Yuhe walked ahead, with Song Xinya following behind him.

"Why are you up?"

"Help my wife carry her things."

He said this in a very serious tone, and Song Xinya smiled.

Song Xinya placed the ice cubes on the chair and adjusted the fan so that it was blowing directly onto the ice cubes.

She clapped her hands, in a triumphant tone: "The green, all-natural air conditioner is successfully made!"

Qin Yuhe smiled and said, "Excellent."

He lay back on the bed and felt less hot.

It was late at night, and Song Xinya was really sleepy. The moment her head hit the pillow, her mind started to feel groggy.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Qin Yuhe's voice in my ear: "Did you like the way I kissed you just now?"

Thinking of his lewd kiss just now, Song Xinya's cheeks burned, and her drowsiness was extinguished by the heat.

"Why...why are you asking these questions?"

Qin Yuhe then said in that serious tone, "In my opinion, making love is like doing exercises. You need to prepare before class, do it carefully during class, review it after class, review it again, and keep reviewing it."

"This time I'm kissing you. We were doing pre-class preparation, so I wanted to know how well we did. Do you like it when I kiss your neck first, and then kiss you down your neck?"

Song Xinya: "………………"

I was stumped by the question.