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

Song Xinya was dumbfounded.

So he ate mulberries all for her sake.

Qin Yuhe's words held a playful tone: "To make your dream come true, I ate eight boxes of mulberries in a row. Tell me, isn't that good for you?"

Song Xinya: "...Aren't you unhappy yourself?"

Qin Yuhe: "Where did I feel good?"

Song Xinya: "Your mouth felt good."

Qin Yuhe added, "We haven't had our fill of the other places yet."

Song Xinya shyly reached out and covered his mouth: "Don't tell me these things."

Qin Yuhe took her hand away: "If I don't tell you these things, who else can I tell? Would you be willing if I told other women?"

Song Xinya: "I'm not willing."

Qin Yuhe: "I know, you like it when I tell you these things."

Song Xinya remained silent.

Qin Yuhe took it as her tacit agreement.

He picked up a mulberry with his fingers and asked, "Would you like to try a mulberry?"

Song Xinya: "I don't want to."

Qin Yuhe: "Tell me what you want to say."

Song Xinya: "Yes."

Qin Yuhe fed her a mulberry.

The mulberry, about half a finger long, round and thick, was half in her mouth, with the other half hanging out in the air.

Her lips were red, tightly wrapped around a mulberry.

Qin Yuhe stared at Song Xinya with a mulberry in her mouth, his dark eyes wide, and uttered three seemingly random words: "Your mouth is so small."

Tiny, shallow, delicate, they're everywhere.

If even swallowing a mulberry is so difficult, what will I do in the future?

Song Xinya smacked her lips as she sucked on the mulberry, wanting to swallow the whole fruit.

Qin Yuhe's lips pressed down on hers, his clean, sharp teeth biting through the mulberry, and purplish-red juice sprayed into her mouth.

Her pearly white teeth were stained with a deep, vibrant color.

Immediately, it was licked and devoured by his probing tongue.

Her teeth regained their pearly white color.

Now that the two had reached an agreement five times, there was no reason to stop them from going to bliss together.

Mandarin duck pillows, dragon and phoenix quilts, Song Xinya's sexy nightgown with lace trim was stripped off, revealing her fair and tender body like a snow-capped mountain collapsing.

Qin Yuhe loomed above her, his tall and powerful body casting a deep shadow that completely enveloped her slender figure.

Their tongues intertwined, tasting the sweetness of each other's saliva.

Her fingernails traced across his bare back, like igniting a blazing inferno.

At this moment, he was a general who galloped across the battlefield, brave and skilled in battle, with strength that could move mountains and rivers, and never stopping.

From the outside in, and from the inside out, every inch of Song Xinya's body, even her bones, felt a continuous, tingling sensation.

Qin Yuhe gripped her waist with his palm, his voice deep and hoarse, imbued with a wildness and desire unique to this moment.

"Is it better to dream, or to do this with me?"

Song Xinya was having difficulty breathing and couldn't utter a complete sentence. The sounds that escaped her lips, varying with his movements, were soft and delicate, as alluring as a demon that could drain a man's life force.

Why did he have to chat with her at a time like this?

What question did he ask?

Even if the two of them were deeply in love in the dream, a dream is still a dream, and what is fake is fake. When she woke up, she would only feel more empty.

But now it's different. She can touch his smooth skin, feel his warm body temperature, and stretch out her arms to hug him tightly, feeling the warmth and beauty that comes from skin to skin touching.

"Qin... um... Mr. Qin, my dreams... can't compare to yours... um..."

Qin Yuhe can always remain in control, including at this moment.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, his breath wafting into her mouth as he spoke, coaxing her.

"Why are you calling me Mr. Qin? Call me husband."

Song Xinya bit her lip and didn't shout.

Immediately, a fierce wind howled, swords clashed, and the battle intensified.

The first to surrender was her, Song Xinya.

She loosened her teeth, which had been biting her lip, and called out to him urgently, "Husband."

Qin Yuhe: "Shout it again."

Song Xinya: "Husband."

Qin Yuhe pinched her chin with his fingers and kissed her gently for a while, his voice low and tight.

"Ya Ya is so good."

.........

The starlight is faint, and the night is as smooth as water.

The windows, with their curtains drawn, offered a perfect view of the dazzling starlight of the night.

Song Xinya was in a dazed state, half-conscious and half-unconscious.

They have long lost the concept of time.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity.

Even after Qin Yuhe placed a pillow under her waist to support her aching and numb back, she didn't feel much better and cried again, pathetically.

He bent down, his movements fierce, but his tone gentle: "Don't cry, Ya Ya, don't cry."

After comforting her, I licked away her tears.

But it still didn't stop.

He held her soft, yielding legs firmly, determined not to let her run away.

Song Xinya felt as if she had fallen into a cloud.

Falling, romance, joy.

Dying again and again, being reborn again and again.

Waves of pleasure washed over her again and again; she experienced an ultimate pleasure that transcended life and death, a pleasure beyond life and death itself.

Every time she turned over, she fell back onto the sweat-soaked sheets.

Her sweat mingled with his sweat.

When it was over, she looked as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Exhausted to the point of near fainting, Song Xinya, still half-asleep, managed to ask, "Will I get pregnant this time?"

Qin Yuhe: "Maybe, after all, I ate so many mulberries."

Song Xinya closed her eyes and murmured, "I must, I really must get pregnant."

Qin Yuhe reached out to hug her: "I'll carry you to the bathroom to take a shower."

Song Xinya flailed her arms in protest, slapping his hands away: "I won't wash it, I won't wash it, this is all essence, it can't be washed away."

Qin Yuhe was both amused and exasperated.

"You're quite good at managing your money; you save everything and don't want to waste a single drop."

Song Xinya gripped the edge of the bed tightly with both hands: "I'm not washing."

Qin Yuhe: "Okay, no need to wash. I'll go get a towel and wipe the sweat off you."

Song Xinya reluctantly agreed: "Okay."

I didn't forget to remind him, "Don't wipe it off."

Qin Yuhe clicked his tongue, a mix of emotions welling up inside him.

She wasn't as attached to him as she was to him, but she was quite attached to his things.

Prince Qin felt a pang of jealousy, a sour feeling creeped over him.

He went to the bathroom, wet a towel with warm water, walked back to the bedside, and gently wiped her body.

She was already asleep from exhaustion.

This saves him trouble; he can do whatever he wants, and she won't argue with him anymore.

After helping her wash up, Qin Yuhe lay down beside her and hugged her from behind.

He brushed aside her sweaty hair that clung to her skin with his arm, and his thin lips gently descended to kiss the soft skin on the back of her neck.

He enjoyed the afterglow, because at that moment, she was covered in his scent.

His kiss probably triggered her fear of his powerful physique. Thinking he was about to start again, she struggled to move away from his embrace.

Qin Yuhe whispered in Song Xinya's ear, biting her ear: "If you can't sleep, and you don't sleep, I'll continue with my work."

The little one in my arms didn't move at all, so well-behaved.