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

Song Xinya stood at the door, watching Qin Yuhe eat mulberries.

It's one thing for a man with kidney deficiency to eat mulberries, but why would a strong man like him eat something that supposedly "tonifies" his kidneys? He might even end up rupturing them.

Qin Yuhe looked up at Song Xinya: "What are you standing there for? Come in."

Song Xinya wanted to run away.

Seeing that she was standing still, Qin Yuhe sat up from the bed, walked over to her, took her hand, and led her to the double bed.

Song Xinya could clearly feel that his palm was moist, strong, and warmer than usual.

His burning body temperature seared her skin.

He forced her to sit on the bed.

His hands pressed down on her shoulders.

Song Xinya was ready to start the battle the moment Qin Yuhe pinned her down on the bed.

The result was beyond her expectations—

His fingers ran through her soft, damp hair: "Didn't you blow-dry your hair?"

Song Xinya: "I blow-dry my hair. It's too tiring to blow-dry my arms completely, so I usually blow-dry it until it's half dry and then let it air dry on its own."

Qin Yuhe had blow-dried her hair once before. Her thick hair was like a dark cloud, layered and fluffy, which looked beautiful, but washing and blow-drying it was really laborious and time-consuming.

Sleeping with wet hair makes you more susceptible to catching a cold.

He picked up the hairdryer: "I'll dry your hair for you."

His slender, elegant fingers ran through her long, glossy black hair, one strand at a time. The fan speed was set to medium, neither too fast nor too slow, and the temperature was also at a medium level so as not to damage her hair.

The warm breeze felt wonderful on my scalp.

Song Xinya tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes contentedly, and enjoyed President Qin's service.

Her black hair fluttered in the air as the wind blew.

The room was filled with the scent of shampoo and conditioner, and a sweet and delicate rose fragrance.

Qin Yuhe was standing, while Song Xinya was sitting. She opened her eyes and her gaze fell directly on his abdomen.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the firm lines and textures of his abdominal muscles were clearly visible.

This was the first time she had ever seen his abs so closely.

Qin Yuhe has the kind of physique that looks slim when dressed but muscular when undressed. His waist is slender and toned, his abdominal muscles are neatly and evenly arranged, his muscle lines are clean and sophisticated, and his contours are firm and smooth, exuding the strength and sexiness of a mature man.

He was blow-drying her hair, and she was secretly glancing at his abs.

He was wearing gray sweatpants, and Song Xinya glanced down at him.

In a flash, it moved to his abs.

Qin Yuhe must not find out.

Qin Yuhe was watching her every move from above.

The hairdryer was turned off, and he looked at her and said, "Song Xinya, if you want to look, then look openly. Don't have the desire but not the courage."

Song Xinya: "...I didn't mean to peek, it's just that your waist is right in front of my eyes, and your abs are blocking my view, so I can't help but look."

Qin Yuhe: "How do you explain that glance you stole down there?"

Song Xinya: "The belt around your waist keeps swaying back and forth; I'm looking at your belt."

Qin Yuhe's fingers caressed her cheeks, slowly stroking them, sliding down to her chin, pinching her pointed chin, and lifting her face up.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"Even if someone's lips are tough, they're still soft when you kiss them."

A soft, cool touch swept across her lips, leaving Song Xinya momentarily stunned.

In a daze, he pushed her down onto the bed.

His heavy weight pressed down on her.

The bow tied around her slender waist was untied by his fingers.

The silk nightgown that wrapped around the woman's beautiful body opened to both sides like the unwrapped packaging of a gift.

Qin Yuhe glanced down at her, then smiled, seemingly speechless. "When I'm not home, you start taking off your bra as soon as you walk in. When I'm home, you sleep in your bra. You've got it backwards, Mrs. Qin."

He even knew her habit of taking off her underwear as soon as she entered the room.

Song Xinya blushed and said, "You were peeking at me again!"

Qin Yuhe's large hand caressed her slender neck, his palm tracing the lines of her neck downwards.

"I didn't peek. We're a legally married couple. I was watching openly and honestly."

He pinched her hard with his other hand, which was hanging around her waist.

Song Xinya's face scrunched up from being pinched, she opened her lips and cried out, then leaned back.

Qin Yuhe's arm pierced the gap between her back and the bed.

His fingers touched the row of small buttons.

For a man meeting her for the first time, unbuttoning that row of small buttons would be as difficult as disassembling a clock.

Song Xinya considerately said, "I'll solve it myself."

Suddenly, he felt a release as he unbuttoned the row of small buttons.

Song Xinya exclaimed in surprise, "How come you're so skilled?"

Qin Yuhe: "A natural expert at unhooking bras."

His nimble hand reached straight in and easily kneaded her in his palm.

Caught off guard by his sudden chill, Song Xinya trembled with shame and uttered a short syllable.

"you……"

Qin Yuhe reached down with his other hand, his fingertips lifting the thin fabric and slipping inside.

A soft, sensitive, trembling pant escaped from Song Xinya's throat.

She braced her feet on the sheets, bent over with her bare legs, and backed away, causing the neatly arranged sheets to fold into wrinkles.

"Mr. Qin, I'd like to discuss something with you."

Qin Yuhe's gaze followed her kicking ankles, up her muscular calves, past her fair thighs, and down to her exposed upper body.

The lamplight shone on the messy sheets, and the woman, her face flushed and clothes disheveled, stood with her legs spread wide in front of him.

Qin Yuhe's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, his voice hoarse: "What is it?"

Song Xinya closed her long legs, gathered her clothes together, lowered her eyes, and said, "That's right, I have to work tomorrow, so tonight, can we just do it three times?"

The air fell silent.

Song Xinya lifted her eyelids, glanced quickly at Qin Yuhe, then lowered her eyelashes again: "Four times?"

The air remained silent.

Song Xinya took a long breath and held up five fingers: "Five times, really no more, otherwise I won't be able to get up tomorrow and won't be able to go to work."

Qin Yuhe: "Deal."

Song Xinya: "Deal."

Although she initially negotiated with him to do it only three times, the negotiation resulted in five times, but it's still better than doing it all night long.

QUR

Song Xinya felt that she had won the negotiation.

Qin Yuhe glanced at the black pearl mulberries beside him and asked, "Do you know why I bought mulberries tonight?"

Everyone knows this, Song Xinya: "It's for tonifying the kidneys and enhancing male virility."

Qin Yuhe: "Actually, that's not my purpose."

Song Xinya was a little confused: "What's the purpose then?"

Qin Yuhe: "I bought it because I heard from the shop assistant that mulberries can improve sperm motility."

Song Xinya guessed: "So your purpose is..."

Qin Yuhe: "Didn't you want to get pregnant? I ate so many mulberries to fulfill your wish, to get you pregnant as soon as possible, and to make your dream come true."