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

Putting his phone in his pocket, Qin Yuhe released his arm from Song Xinya's waist and strode towards the sofa.

The black leather shoes clicked firmly on the marble floor.

He sat on the sofa, his tall body sinking into it, his legs casually spread apart.

Her head was leaning back on the sofa, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes cast a double shadow on her pale face.

He looked a little tired.

Song Xinya walked over to him, sat down beside him, and asked softly, "Have you encountered any difficult problems at work?"

Qin Yuhe: No, I guess I didn't rest well last night, I just feel a bit tired.

Song Xinya chuckled to herself.

Last night, the two of them were up from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m. She was actually okay, she was either lying down, crawling, or kneeling the whole time, she wasn't the one putting in the effort, but he was full of passion, he was doing high-intensity exercise the whole time, and he got up at 7 a.m., who else would be tired if he wasn't?

So he gets tired too.

Can they take a day off tonight?

Song Xinya was secretly delighted.

Her slender wrist was suddenly grasped by his hand, and she was pulled into his arms.

Her soft body pressed against his chest, her palms resting on his pectoral muscles. She was enveloped by his strong and muscular physique, which made her appear delicate and tender.

I felt pity for her, watching her being picked.

Her hand, covering his chest, could clearly feel his heart beating, thump, thump, strong and powerful.

Song Xinya looked up at him with her beautiful face upturned, her watery eyes glistening, and said considerately, "I've studied massage, let me massage your temples to relieve your fatigue."

Her hands rested on his temples, pressing them gently and firmly, with just the right amount of pressure.

She sat on the sofa, leaning her upper body towards him, pressing her hands against his temples.

The entire force is generated by supporting the waist.

This position is quite tiring. After a short while, she felt a bit strained and began to breathe softly.

The beauty's breath was as fragrant as orchids, her breath sweet and delicate, brushing against the man's face.

Qin Yuhe felt restless.

He opened his eyes, his dark pupils fixed on her: "Is this position convenient?"

Song Xinya truthfully replied, "It's inconvenient, I'm a little tired."

Qin Yuhe raised his arm from the sofa, put his hands on her waist, and easily lifted her up, using his knees to spread her legs so that she straddled his lap.

"How about this pose?"

Song Xinya: "...It's more convenient than the previous position."

Qin Yuhe said with a laugh, "It is indeed convenient."

Song Xinya always felt that the "convenience" he mentioned wasn't the real kind of convenience.

However, seeing that he did not make any other movements, she continued to massage his temples.

He no longer closed his eyes; his deep, dark eyes remained fixed on her.

Song Xinya's eyes darted around, and she dared not look him in the eye.

His thighs below her buttocks were strong and firm, and his hand, gripping her waist, sank into her flesh with force.

Being stared at by a man like that, even if you're married, can make you feel embarrassed.

Song Xinya placed her palm over his eyes: "Don't look."

Qin Yuhe chuckled lazily, "Can't I even look at your face?"

Song Xinya: "No."

Like an unreasonable child who insists on doing whatever she says.

Qin Yuhe smiled and closed his eyes as she asked: "Okay, I won't look."

Song Xinya continued to massage his temples.

The two were close together in a quiet room, with only their breathing and the touch of their fingertips remaining.

After massaging for a while, Song Xinya's fingers were sore.

She asked him, "Are you feeling better?"

Qin Yuhe: "A little bit better."

With a serious and inquisitive attitude, Song Xinya asked, "How can I make you even a little bit better?"

Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids, looked at her, and said, "Keep with me."

Song Xinya's face suddenly turned red.

She had originally hoped to take a break tonight, but now it seems not only impossible, he also wants to do an extra big problem at noon.

Song Xinya: "Weren't you tired?"

He should rest when he's tired to relieve fatigue. Why does he still have to do it? His way of relaxing is so different from others.

They do the complete opposite of what others do.

Qin Yuhe said, "I feel refreshed after I finish."

Song Xinya felt uneasy, as if he was going to drain her dry.

Qin Yuhe: "After it was over last night, I applied some medicine for you. Does it still hurt?"

That medicine is great; it relieved the pain after I applied it.

Song Xinya said, "It hurts, it still hurts now, it hurts terribly."

Qin Yuhe: "Okay, fine."

Song Xinya smiled slyly, like a little fox.

A knocking sound came from the door, and the assistant stood outside.

Given that the assistant had seen Song Xinya straddling Qin Yuhe's lap and the two embracing intimately last time, she was worried that seeing the same scene again and seeing things she shouldn't would make her seem inconsiderate to her boss. So this time, the assistant didn't push the door open directly but chose to knock first.

Song Xinya placed her hands on Qin Yuhe's shoulders, her hips sliding down his thighs.

The friction between fabrics, the mingling of body heat.

The area where the two people were pressed together felt like it was on fire, burning hot.

She felt a little embarrassed and a little regretful. She wished she hadn't come down like that; it seemed like she was flirting with him.

You should lift one leg, step over him, and go down.

Song Xinya's hips slid down to Qin Yuhe's knees. As if electrocuted, she moved hastily and frantically, then slid down.

"I'll go open the door."

She ran to the doorway and opened the office door.

The assistant held up the lunchbox in her hand: "Ms. Song, I've brought you the food."

"Thank you," Song Xinya said, taking the lunchbox, closing the door, and placing it on the table.

Qin Yuhe sat opposite her, and the two ate together.

Inside the lunchbox, fresh steak is grilled over charcoal until it has a honey-colored crust. The charred skin is wrapped around rich, juicy meat, and the fat melts into glistening droplets that seep into the marbling. Black pepper is embedded in the charred surface, and green rosemary is placed on top. The aroma of charred meat and meat is irresistible and whets the appetite.

Qin Yuhe hooked his finger over Song Xinya's lunchbox, cut the steak into uniform small pieces, and pushed it back in front of her.

She wanted to eat crab, so he helped her remove all the crab meat.

She wanted to drink water, so he helped her unscrew the bottle cap.

This is probably the demeanor of a young master from a prestigious family; good manners are ingrained in his bones, and he maintains his gentlemanly conduct at all times.

After the meal, the two went into the bedroom behind the bookshelves in the office.

The blankets on the bed were lifted up, and the sheets were folded into wrinkles.

Song Xinya could roughly guess that Qin Yuhe didn't like company employees entering his bedroom, and he especially disliked others touching his bedding.

He takes care of this bedroom himself.

But he's busy with work and doesn't have much time to take care of things, so he doesn't tidy up the blankets and sheets every day.

Song Xinya walked to the bedside, knelt on the bed with her legs bent, her waist arched and her buttocks sticking out. Her slender white fingers stroked the sheets one by one, smoothing out every wrinkle.

Qin Yuhe stood behind her, watching her.

Seeing that the bed sheet had become smooth and flat, Song Xinya slowly moved her knees, which were kneeling on the bed sheet, backward.

As she moved to the edge of the bed, ready to get off, Qin Yuhe grabbed her waist with both hands and pressed his hard body against her buttocks.