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

All the lights in the bedroom were turned on, and the bright light illuminated the room as if it were daytime.

Song Xinya lay beneath Qin Yuhe, his handsome face magnified in her eyes. She could clearly see the turbulent undercurrents in his dark pupils.

Her chest heaved.

The purplish-red hickeys on it rose and fell.

He was like a man-eating demon, his lips setting fire to her body, leaving marks like embers after a raging fire.

Song Xinya felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if she might faint at any moment.

She's so inexperienced.

It's also possible that she lacks experience.

Her only experience was with a man who was just as passionate.

That time, however, she didn't have that feeling of fainting at any moment.

She drank red wine that time.

Yes, red wine!

Like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, Song Xinya said, "I'd like to drink some red wine."

As she spoke, her voice was soft and breathless, so charming it seemed to drip with moisture, as if she were being coquettish.

Qin Yuhe noticed her excessive nervousness and agreed to her request: "Okay."

He lifted his hand from her waist and stood up: "I'll go get the red wine."

At this moment, Song Xinya's skirt was pulled up to her waist by him. She sat up, covering her chest with her hands, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Okay, go get it."

Qin Yuhe's gaze lingered on her snow-white skin: "Want me to help you get dressed?"

Song Xinya: "No need, I just need to change into my pajamas."

"Hmm," Qin Yuhe turned and walked towards the door.

His hairstyle and shirt were no longer meticulous. His once neatly styled hair had a few strands falling on his forehead, and half of his white shirt was loose, while the other half was tucked into his black suit pants.

He revealed a side of himself that was somewhat different from his usual image, a frivolous and dissolute one.

After Qin Yuhe left the room, Song Xinya released her hand from her chest and took a few deep breaths.

She opened the wardrobe and saw the burgundy sexy nightgown.

Song Xinya reached to the side and picked up a white lace nightgown that she usually wore.

After changing her clothes, she stood in the bedroom, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Being constantly tense and excited is also very taxing, and Song Xinya felt a little thirsty.

She walked out of the bedroom, went downstairs, poured herself a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, and was about to go back to her room when Song Tingye came out of the room.

"Sister, you and brother-in-law are back from the Qin family's old house."

Song Xinya: "I've been back for quite a while."

Song Tingye looked around the hall: "Where is my sister-in-law?"

Song Xinya: "He went to get the red wine."

Song Tingye: "It's the middle of the night, 11 p.m., why are you two still drinking?"

To add to the festivities.

Song Xinya would never say those two words to her younger brother.

"I'm suddenly thirsty and want to have some alcohol."

Song Tingye said innocently, "If you're thirsty, drink water. Why drink alcohol? Alcohol makes you thirstier the more you drink."

"A little bit won't hurt," Song Xinya urged him. "Don't worry about me. Go back to your room and get some sleep."

As Song Tingye was about to turn and leave, he suddenly pointed at Song Xinya's neck and asked in surprise, "Sister, what happened to your neck? Why are there red and purple patches on it?"

Song Xinya was trying to come up with an excuse to get out of it.

Song Tingye: "Look at you, why didn't you use mosquito repellent when you went out? Your neck is covered in mosquito bites."

Song Xinya: "There was a particularly vicious mosquito that kept biting me."

Song Tingye: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's just electrocute him with an electric mosquito swatter!"

He grabbed an electric mosquito swatter from the side and held it high: "Where's the mosquito? I'll electrocute it!"

Qin Yuhe walked in carrying a bottle of red wine.

Song Xinya was slightly taken aback, wondering if her conversation with Song Tingye had been overheard.

She snatched the electric mosquito swatter from Song Tingye's hand, slapped his bottom, and urged, "Go, go, go back to your room and sleep."

Before Song Tingye went back into the house, he turned back to Qin Yuhe and said, "Brother-in-law, remember to take the electric mosquito swatter back to the bedroom and check if there are any mosquitoes in your room. Look at my sister's neck, it's been bitten so badly by mosquitoes! My goodness, that mosquito was so vicious."

Qin Yuhe's deep black eyes looked at Song Xinya: "Am I a mosquito?"

"Um..." Song Xinya turned around and ran upstairs to escape: "My phone seems to be ringing, I'll go check it out."

She jogged ahead, and he followed behind at a leisurely pace.

Song Xinya ran into the bathroom and lingered there for a while.

You can run away on the first day of the month, but you can't hide on the fifteenth.

What must be faced will eventually be faced.

Song Xinya opened the bathroom door and came out.

The scent of rose wafts to the nose, with a sweet and elegant top note and a refreshing citrus base note.

The bedroom lights were off, and scented candles were placed on the table and bedside table.

The candlelight flickered, casting a warm yellow glow that enveloped the air in a lazy warmth, softening the night and creating a romantic and enchanting atmosphere.

Qin Yuhe stood beside the scented candles, his long, beautiful fingers gently swirling the wine glass. His posture was languid and relaxed, and his exquisite features were bathed in candlelight, making him look like someone who had stepped out of an old film, radiant yet serene and timeless.

Song Xinya was seduced.

The initial tension turned into excitement.

A romantic atmosphere and a handsome man—it's hard not to be moved.

She walked towards him.

Qin Yuhe placed the poured red wine into her hand: "Romanée-Conti, the kind of wine you said was good last time."

He still remembers.

Song Xinya raised her glass and clinked it against his.

As she raised her glass to her lips, his arm wrapped around hers, and they became entangled.

Qin Yuhe: "Tonight is our wedding night, let's drink the nuptial wine."

Song Xinya lowered her long eyelashes shyly: "Okay."

Their arms were intertwined, drawing closer to each other, their heat warming each other.

The fragrant wine flowed down her throat, and the soft swallowing sounds blended together, making it hard to tell whether it was hers or his.

The saying "alcohol emboldens the timid" is absolutely true. After finishing a glass of red wine, Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe with eyes full of allure and flirtatiousness, exuding a sense of eager anticipation.

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow slightly and a smile appeared on his lips.

He reached out and hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace and pressing her down onto his lap.

Song Xinya's mind was spinning, yet the sensation beneath her buttocks was so clear. His thigh muscles were as firm as iron, hard, and strong, pressing against her and immediately making one imagine how powerful and strong they would be if they were to erupt.

Qin Yuhe asked, "What did you think of our 'pre-class preparation' just now?"

Song Xinya: "...It's fine."

Qin Yuhe: "Did you feel comfortable when I kissed you?"

Song Xinya: "...Comfortable."

Qin Yuhe: "That's good."

He picked her up and walked towards the double bed.

Song Xinya was laid flat on the soft sheets, her smooth, black hair spread out like rose petals, and her graceful figure was alluring.

Qin Yuhe stared at her, his fingers beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"This time, no matter what happens, I won't stop."

"I will see things through to the end that are between husband and wife."