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

Song Xinya lay beneath Qin Yuhe. Although her mind was overwhelmed by his powerful and intense male hormones, causing her to lose her rationality, she still noticed the change in Qin Yuhe's emotions.

She is a sensitive person.

During her childhood, she had similar experiences to Qin Yuhe.

The day after her mother died, Song Xuanli took Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying home, and from then on she had no home.

The house is still the same house, but without Mom, it can no longer be called a home.

It was occupied by Li Cuirou and her daughter Zhang Yingying. Her things were thrown out of her bedroom, and the room she had lived in since childhood became Zhang Yingying's bedroom.

She was relegated to living in the servants' quarters.

Filled with hope, she turned to her father, Song Xuanli, for help.

Song Xuanli said to her, "It doesn't matter where you live. Yingying is your younger sister from now on. As the older sister, what's wrong with you being considerate of your younger sister? Isn't that what you should do?"

Hope turned into despair.

When she was first bullied, Song Xuanli did not stand up for her. His casual and dismissive attitude towards her made others realize that she had no one to support her and was vulnerable to being bullied. From then on, this became the beginning of her nightmare.

Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying began to openly and secretly belittle, insult, and frame her.

Song Xinya's childhood was marked by a rainstorm, a rainstorm that never stopped.

Song Xinya's childhood experiences gave her a sensitive emotional perception.

The little girl often fell into self-doubt. Her father didn't like her, and no one in her family liked her. Was it because she wasn't good enough? Was it because she was inherently an unpleasant person?

Now, Song Xinya sees uncertainty and self-doubt in Qin Yuhe's eyes, as if she is seeing her younger self.

She cupped his face in her hands and told him, and also told her younger self, "Don't fall into self-doubt, and don't judge yourself based on others' perspectives. Always remember, you deserve to be liked by everyone. If others don't like you, it's their fault!"

Qin Yuhe smiled and asked, "Song Xinya, did you do something wrong?"

Song Xinya: "No."

If everyone blames others for not liking you, then that's just—

That's right = I like it.

Not disliking someone doesn't mean you like them, but liking someone definitely means you don't dislike them.

Knowing that she didn't dislike him made him feel much better.

Qin Yuhe lowered his head and kissed Song Xinya's lips.

He asked her, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Song Xinya: "No."

Qin Yuhe: "I've made a plan for you."

Song Xinya: "What plan?"

Qin Yuhe: "We spent time in bed together."

She reached out her soft, white hand to punch him, but he grabbed it instead.

He picked up the black tie that was lying next to him and blindfolded her.

Sight is taken away, while smell, hearing, touch, and taste are amplified infinitely.

This is an unprecedented experience.

Absolutely wonderful.

He indulged in frivolous talk and spoke crudely.

He coveted her fair legs, was captivated by her soft, undulating curves, and was intoxicated by her alluring waist.

He used force, very forcefully.

At this moment, he tore off his abstinent facade, trampled his refinement, and crushed his aloofness.

He wanted her, again and again.

He was a devout believer; his physical body was his shrine, and she—

It is the Bible he believes in.

He flipped through her Bible, stroking it with his fingers, biting it with his teeth, kissing it with his lips, and sucking it with his tongue.

He left his mark on the Bible, filling in all the blank spaces.

At this moment, he was half beast and half god.

He was mad, he was fierce, he galloped wildly.

Song Xinya was dragged into a vortex of lust by him, and she went down with him into depravity.

Her eyes were burning red.

She held him tightly with both arms around his back.

Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his back.

She slashed his pale back, leaving bloody marks.

Every nerve in her body trembled and went limp.

At this moment, desire is no longer shameful, but the ultimate pleasure!

.........

Song Xinya is like a duckweed growing in the sea, without roots, drifting aimlessly.

His body swayed with his movements.

Her fair and delicate skin rippled with enchanting waves.

The black tie covered her eyes, and because she couldn't see, he seemed even more reckless.

It was both ruthless and heavy.

Her pillow was soaked with tears.

Song Xinya's consciousness gradually blurred. All she knew was that at the moment she completely lost consciousness, Qin Yuhe was still working with great enthusiasm.

When she regained consciousness, her body was lifted into the air, and a pair of arms lifted her up.

There were glistening tears at the corners of her eyes, and two pitiful tear streaks on her fair face.

Her trembling voice carried a hint of grievance and fear: "Is it over?"

Qin Yuhe held her in his arms: "It's over."

Song Xinya pushed him away, struggling to roll onto the bed: "Let me sleep."

Qin Yuhe: "You've sweated a lot, let me give you a bath."

Song Xinya was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open: "I'm not going to wash, I'm just going to sleep."

Qin Yuhe: "No, it's too dirty."

Song Xinya was still thinking, "I can't wash it off. If you wash it off, how will I get pregnant?"

Qin Yuhe: "..."

There's no rush to get pregnant.

Song Xinya: "I'm anxious."

Once I'm pregnant, I can sleep well every night and won't be so tired anymore.

Qin Yuhe carried her towards the bathroom.

As Song Xinya leaned against him, she felt a sting in her eyes as she passed by the window.

She first reached out to shield her eyes, then slightly opened them and looked out the window.

The sky was bright.

The curtains were left open all night.

The windows were not closed.

Song Xinya was a little worried: "Were we seen naked by someone last night?"

Qin Yuhe: "There's a lake outside the window. Does anyone see the goldfish and shrimp in it?"

Song Xinya's mind was completely muddled, but after he pointed it out, she remembered that their room window faced the lake.

He carried her into the bathroom.

The bathtub was already filled with hot water, and a layer of red rose petals was sprinkled on top.

Pink scented candles were placed on the sink, beside the bathtub, and on the shelves.

A delicate fragrance filled the entire bathroom, while the lit candlelight created a tender and romantic atmosphere.

Qin Yuhe placed Song Xinya into the bathtub, then stepped in with his long, lithe legs and sat behind her.

His aura was aggressive, possessing a powerful and domineering presence.

Fortunately, the bathtub was big enough that Song Xinya had room to move around.

She swam in the water with both hands and moved to the very front of the bathtub.

He stretched out his long arm, hooked his hand around her waist, and pulled her back.

The water stirred, and the distance between the two bodies disappeared completely, pressing them tightly together.

He embraced her from behind, his handsome face buried in the crook of her neck.

They could feel each other's skin, delicate, smooth, warm, and supple.

Song Xinya closed her eyes, leaning against Qin Yuhe's chest, looking delicate and boneless.

"Take a shower, finish early so you can go to bed early."

Qin Yuhe said, "Wait a moment."

He gripped the back of her neck with one hand and her soft waist with the other.

He pinned her against the edge of the bathtub.

They said they'd give her a bath, and here they go again!

It's all a lie!