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

"So what if it gets wet? I want to sleep, I just want to sleep, I just want to sleep."

Song Xinya was half asleep, muttering to herself, then turned over so that her backside was facing Qin Yuhe.

She was completely naked at that moment.

The woman's back has a soft and smooth line, with the shoulders winding down to the waist, like a crescent moon, gradually narrowing, and then the curves smoothly spreading out at the hips, full and round.

The scenery is too beautiful to look at any longer.

Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her shoulder, turning her back over.

The view from the front is so enticing that it makes one's nose tingle.

The veins on Qin Yuhe's temples were throbbing.

He told her to raise her arm, and she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. A particularly loud slap echoed in the quiet room!

Qin Yuhe's face was turned to one side by the slap, leaving a clear handprint.

This is the first time in my life that someone has slapped Young Master Qin in the face.

The bright red palm stood out starkly against his pale skin.

It hurts quite a bit.

My mouth felt like it was on fire.

Qin Yuhe's face was swollen from the beating.

Miss Song, who had assaulted the man, was fast asleep, emitting soft snores.

Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, and pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek.

"You're sleeping soundly, Song Xinya."

Song Xinya was indeed sleeping soundly; she couldn't hear anything he said.

Qin Yuhe touched his cheek, lowered his head, picked up a towel, and, with his swollen face, helped her wipe the water off her body.

After wiping her body, he, with his face swollen from the beating, helped her blow-dry her hair.

The hairdryer is silent and won't make any noise that would disturb her sleep.

Worried about burning her, Qin Yuhe adjusted the temperature to medium, not daring to set it too high.

The hairdryer emitted a warm airflow, and his long, slender fingers ran through her smooth, long hair.

She has a lot of hair, and her thick hair cascades down like a waterfall.

Qin Yuhe sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, calmly and gently blowing on her, strand by strand.

Because the hairdryer was set to a low temperature, and because she had a lot of hair, his arm was already sore when he finished drying her beautiful hair.

Qin Yuhe shook his arms, wondering if she was always this tired when she dried her hair.

He put the hairdryer away and took out a brand new bed sheet.

Worried that she would catch a cold from being naked, he held her in his arms and, like caring for a baby who couldn't take care of herself, dressed her in a dress.

He picked her up from the bed and laid her on the sofa because he needed to change the sheets.

He placed a row of soft cushions on the floor next to the sofa.

Qin Yuhe then turned around to change the bed sheets.

After changing the sheets, he turned around, walked to the sofa, bent down, and squatted down next to her, his eyes gentle as he quietly looked at her.

She was so good; she didn't fall off the sofa.

Such a well-behaved baby deserves a reward.

Let's reward her with a kiss.

Qin Yuhe lowered his head and kissed her lips.

He lifted her from the sofa and pulled her into his arms.

Soft light bathed the man, outlining his strong and sharp figure. He was tall and imposing, upright and dignified, carrying the woman toward the double bed.

He lifted the covers, placed her in the soft, comfortable bed, and tucked her in.

The room was a mess, with water droplets dripping on the floor, sheets stained with bodily fluids, and water splashed everywhere in the bathroom.

Qin Yuhe is a man of great virtue in bed. He not only diligently engages in foreplay beforehand, but also performs with impressive skill and power during intercourse, and even provides after-sales service.

His wife lay softly asleep while he mopped the floor, washed the sheets, and hand-washed her underwear.

By the time everything was finished, it was already 1 p.m.

Qin Yuhe lay on the bed, hooked his finger, and pulled Song Xinya into his arms.

Before going to bed, he picked up his phone and instructed the servants to prepare lunch and dinner, and to give Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye a steamed bun each.

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Qin wasn't worried about his two kids going hungry, he was just concerned about being disturbed while he was sleeping with his wife.

.........

It was noon the next day.

When Song Xinya woke up, she felt hot all over.

I could almost hear the rapid, powerful beat of drums.

Qin Yuhe's arm around her waist was so prominent, like a python coiling around her, tightly wrapping her in his embrace.

Song Xinya felt like a baby kangaroo, being put into the kangaroo mother's pouch.

I was surrounded by his body heat, which was both warm and hot.

He hugged her too tightly, and Song Xinya felt a little breathless.

Why is he holding her so tightly? She's not Xiang Fei, she's not going to turn into a butterfly and fly away.

Song Xinya placed her hands on his chest and her feet on his thighs, pushing outwards.

A deep voice descended from above: "What are you doing, having a tug-of-war with me?"

Song Xinya: "...Did I disturb your sleep?"

Qin Yuhe: "With you making such a commotion, it's hard for me not to be disturbed."

Song Xinya laughed awkwardly, "I want to get some fresh air outside your embrace."

Qin Yuhe: "Do you want to get some fresh air in another man's arms?"

Song Xinya: "...Mr. Qin, I know an ENT doctor who is exceptionally skilled. I'll introduce him to you; you should go and have your ears checked."

Qin Yuhe rolled over and pinned her down, lying on top of her as he said, "Fine, I'll go see an ENT specialist, and you go see a gynecologist. When the doctor asks how you got hurt, just say your husband did it all night."

Song Xinya's face turned bright red.

Forget it, she can't compete with President Qin in shamelessness, because she simply can't.

Qin Yuhe looked at her rosy cheeks and a mischievous smile curled at the corners of his lips.

He reached out and pinched her cheek: "Why are you so easily teased? You blush as soon as I talk to you."

Song Xinya thought to herself, "Don't you even know what you're saying?"

A gurgling sound reached their ears.

It's Song Xinya's belly that's singing.

Already blushing, Song Xinya's face became even more embarrassed by the particularly loud gurgling sound.

Qin Yuhe said, "I'm hungry. Get up and eat with me."

He got up, got out of bed, took a set of women's clothes from the closet, placed it next to her, and then began to change his own clothes.

.........

The two people went to the lobby on the first floor.

A strong, bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafts towards you.

Song Xinya looked toward the source of the smell, toward the kitchen.

Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan were standing next to the gas stove, fiddling with something.

Something was cooking in the iron pot, with puffs of steam rising from it.

Song Xinya walked over and looked into the pot, where she saw a bright green thing.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Yuyan: "Xiao Ye and I dug up some shepherd's purse in the backyard to cook and eat."

Song Tingye picked up his chopsticks and scooped a large mouthful of bright green food from the pot: "It's cooked, it's edible. I'll have a bite to taste it first."

"ah------"

Song Tingye opened his mouth wide and stuffed a large chopstickful of green food into his mouth.

Qin Yuhe looked up and said, "This is cat's eye grass. If you eat it, it will definitely make you vomit and have diarrhea, food poisoning, and end up in the ICU."

Song Tingye spat out all the wild vegetables he had just put in his mouth.

"My goodness, I almost actually went to the underworld to find my mom!"