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

Song Xinya was manipulated by Qin Yuhe.

After a while, she asked, "Have they all been found?"

Qin Yuhe's fingers stroked her body: "Not sure, we haven't finished searching yet."

He's looking so carefully.

He grasped one of her ankles with his fingers, trying to spread her legs apart to examine the inside of her thighs more closely.

This is so embarrassing.

Why does the esteemed Crown Prince Qin have a hobby of looking for moles on women?

What was he doing? Was he in a treasure hunt, searching for treasure on her?

Song Xinya raised her other foot and kicked Qin Yuhe's wrist hard.

He released his grip on her ankle and looked at her.

Song Xinya pulled the blanket over herself, her face flushed, and said, "Don't look for it anymore."

Qin Yuhe didn't continue and lay down beside her.

Song Xinya glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already 11 a.m., exclaiming in surprise, "Aren't you going to work today?"

He usually goes to the company at six o'clock in the morning.

A top-notch workaholic, a leading figure in the world of model workers.

Qin Yuhe: "Grandpa is managing the group's affairs, so I don't need to go today."

Is he planning to spend the whole day with her?

She hadn't spent that much time with him yet.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do.

Qin Yuhe made up his mind. He turned over and pressed himself against her once again.

He stroked her face with his palm, his well-defined fingers teasingly caressing her skin, his intentions clear.

"Would you like some red wine?"

Song Xinya: "...Drinking on an empty stomach is not good."

Qin Yuhe: "Then I won't drink it."

His fingers traced her cheek, stirring her passion, and slowly slid down to her neck, pressing his thumb against her collarbone, the touch burning hot.

Are you satisfied with my performance last night?

His words were direct, his tone calm, and his expression serious, as if he were genuinely discussing with her whether she had answered a certain question correctly.

Here we go again, the inevitable post-lesson review.

Song Xinya felt like she was in class when she was in bed.

What a unique experience.

Last night's blush-inducing and heart-pounding images flooded my mind—hot, humid, and sticky.

Song Xinya's heart was beating irregularly.

Since he asked, she was prepared to answer truthfully.

After all, the two are now husband and wife, not just casual sex partners who can only have sex once and then stop.

She also hopes that their married life will be very harmonious.

Overall, I'm satisfied.

Qin Yuhe focused on the key points: "What details are you dissatisfied with?"

Song Xinya: "Sometimes you use too much force, too much weight."

Qin Yuhe: "Okay, I'll be gentler next time."

He was very serious, his expression filled with a earnest thirst for knowledge, as he asked, "Do you prefer to be gentle throughout?"

Song Xinya: "Don't be too gentle either."

Qin Yuhe: "Sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce?"

Song Xinya: "That's roughly the idea."

Qin Yuhe said, "I roughly understand what it means, but talking about this without doing it is just empty talk. Come on, let's put it into practice now."

Song Xinya: "..."

I feel like I've fallen into his trap.

It only ended at 3 a.m. today, and now it's 11 a.m., just eight hours later, and he already wants to do it again.

She braced her hands on his chest and pleaded softly, "I'm still in pain."

Qin Yuhe: "Apply some medicine."

Song Xinya's eyes widened. Did he mean that after she applied the medicine, they would immediately start "class"?

Qin Yuhe looked at the fear in her eyes, smiled, and patted her head: "I'm not so hungry that I don't care about your health."

He buried his head in her neck, his soft lips pressed against her skin, kissed her neck briefly, and then rolled off her.

A tingling, electric sensation spread from the spot where he had kissed her.

Qin Yuhe threw off the covers and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.

The backlighting accentuated his lean physique, broad back, slender waist, firm buttocks, and long legs.

Such a beautiful scene flashed by in Song Xinya's mind.

This was the first time she had seen a man's body so naked, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

Then I felt there was no need to close my eyes.

She and he are husband and wife, what can't they see?

It's legal.

When Song Xinya opened her eyes again, Qin Yuhe had already gone into the bathroom and closed the door.

Realizing she was also completely naked, she sat up, got out of bed, picked up her nightgown from the carpet, and put it on while Qin Yuhe went to wash up.

When Qin Yuhe came out of the bathroom, he was wearing a bathrobe.

He looked toward her and saw that she was wearing a nightgown.

He walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and once again saw it filled with colorful bras.

Song Xinya: "I freed them from the drawer."

"Liberate them?" Qin Yuhe: "Did I oppress them?"

Song Xinya: "Isn't that right?"

Qin Yuhe: "What do you mean by that?"

He helped her tidy up her underwear, was that wrong?

Song Xinya: "The support structure inside the bra is easily deformed by repeated folding, which reduces the support effect on the breasts. For someone like me with a large... for someone my size, it is very important for the bra to have a supportive effect."

Qin Yuhe glanced at her, and his palm suddenly itched, lingering on the warmth and force he had applied to her last night.

"I understand, I won't fold it again."

He likes everything to be orderly, orderly, and neat.

The clothes in my wardrobe are always arranged from lightest to darkest color, and that has never changed.

He glanced at the colorful items hanging haphazardly in the cabinet and clicked his tongue.

Song Xinya: "I'll take my clothes to the next room. Let's keep our clothes separate so you can be the same as before."

Qin Yuhe said, "No need."

Rather than separating, he believes he should focus on overcoming his obsessive-compulsive disorder.

.........

When Song Xinya arrived at the lobby on the first floor, it was lunchtime.

Song Tingye sat at the dining table: "Sis, are you a little piggy? Why did you get up so late today?"

Song Xinya: "If I could turn into a pig just by sleeping in once, why would I need to go to work? The National Academy of Sciences would treat me like a treasure."

Song Tingye: "Are we raising them first and then feeding them?"

Song Xinya: "What's wrong? When I'm being slaughtered and eaten, do you still want a piece of meat to taste?"

Song Tingye: "No, I won't eat it."

Song Xinya: "I know you have a conscience and know how to care for your older sister."

Song Tingye: "Mainly because I don't like pork, I prefer beef."

Song Xinya glared at him: "Just eat your food. You talk too much. You've eaten all the chicken chins in the world."

Song Tingye made a zipping motion with his finger in front of his mouth: "Okay, I won't say anything."

The maid set all the dishes on the table. Song Xinya looked around the hall but didn't see Qin Yuhe.

Qin Yuhe came downstairs first.

Where did he go?

Song Xinya looked at Song Tingye: "Have you seen your brother-in-law?"

Song Tingye pursed his lips tightly: "Mmmmmm ...

Song Xinya: "Are you mute?"

Song Tingye: "Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!"

Song Xinya knew this brat was doing it on purpose: "I was wrong, I won't scold you anymore, please say something."

Song Tingye opened his mouth: "Brother-in-law went to the garden."

As a family, we can't wait for him to eat.

When Song Xinya arrived at the garden, she saw that the white jasmine plants in the garden were in a sorry state after being ravaged by the torrential rain last night, with broken branches and petals scattered all over the ground.

Qin Yuhe was directing the servants to clean up: "Clean up all the white jasmine."

Song Xinya asked in surprise, "Some of the white jasmine flowers are still perfectly fine, why don't you want them anymore?"

"I don't plan to plant white jasmine in the garden anymore," he said, looking at her. "I'll plant pink and blue hydrangeas instead."

Song Xinya's heart trembled as if fluttered by butterfly wings.

Her favorite flower is the pink and blue hydrangea.

It's a bit chilly and windy today.

Song Xinya was only wearing a dress. The cold wind howled against her, and she shivered, hugging her arms.

Qin Yuhe took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, then put his arm around her and led her to the living room.

His body heat lingered on her coat, and his arm around her shoulder was strong and firm.

She leaned against him, no longer feeling cold.

After dinner, Qin Yuhe busied himself with arranging the garden, including deciding which variety of hydrangeas to buy, all of which he did personally.

He takes this matter very seriously.

Song Xinya, wearing his coat, sat inside the glass wall near the garden, slowly sipping a cup of coffee while gazing at the tall figure bustling about in the garden.

The phone rang suddenly. When she answered, Tian Tian Quan's voice came through: "Baby, were you happy last night?"

Song Xinya held the coffee in both hands and hummed in agreement.

Tian Tianquan: "Oh my, it seems you're quite satisfied with your husband's performance last night."

"The young master's physique is obviously incredibly strong. How many condoms did you use last night? Three? Four? Five? Eighteen?"

Song Xinya replied, "Last night, we were useless."

Tian Tian was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and exploded, "Holy crap! You let him... you know what?!"

Song Xinya: "We are husband and wife, so it's okay if we don't wear them."

Tian Tianquan: "You'd better get ready to get pregnant, no, maybe the Crown Prince's seed is already sprouting inside you right now!"