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

The next day, at 7 p.m.

Qin Yuhe sat at the dining table, with Song Tingye sitting opposite him.

The rosewood and gold-plated dining table exudes a high-end and noble atmosphere. It is filled with delicious and colorful dishes and can accommodate more than ten people to dine together at the same time.

At this moment, only Qin Yuhe and Song Tingye were sitting at the large dining table.

Looking up at the second floor, Song Tingye asked, "Brother-in-law, it's been a whole day, hasn't my sister gotten up yet?"

Qin Yuhe gave a blank "hmm".

Song Tingye: "The sun is already high in the sky and then it's already setting, and she's still not up. My sister is so lazy."

Qin Yuhe paused for a moment while holding the soup spoon, and said, "Sleeping in can relieve fatigue, improve mood, promote hormone balance, and repair skin. This is not laziness, it's loving yourself."

Song Tingye's eyes widened: "Wow, brother-in-law, you're so good at talking! Now that you say it, sleeping in late is almost becoming a virtue."

Qin Yuhe: "That's just how it is."

Song Tingye: "Then I'll sleep in tomorrow too."

Qin Yuhe: "Have you improved your handwriting? Can you write essays without going off-topic? Can you pass your Chinese exams? Thinking about sleeping in when you haven't accomplished anything is laziness."

Song Tingye: "Damn, brother-in-law, you're such a hypocrite!"

Qin Yuhe: "Move to the side of the road."

Song Tingye: "...Okay, okay, I'll lean against the roadside."

There was a sizzling steak on the table. Song Tingye didn't use a knife and fork, but used chopsticks to tear it apart in big bites, eating the steak like he was eating pork head meat.

After finishing a 2-pound steak, Song Tingye picked up another piece with his chopsticks.

"Brother-in-law, there's something I don't understand."

Qin Yuhe: "Speak."

Song Tingye: "Why can't my sister get up as soon as you come back?"

Qin Yuhe said with a serious expression, "Your sister was so happy to see me back that she couldn't sleep all night."

Song Tingye: "So that's how it is."

Qin Yuhe: "Mm."

Unlike Song Tingye, who eats until he's stuffed, Qin Yuhe only eats until he's seven-tenths full.

From a young age, Qin Yuhe was groomed to be the head of the Qin family. He was taught from childhood to be: not to seek fullness in food, not to seek comfort in dwelling, and to be quick in action but cautious in speech.

It emphasizes moderation in order to cultivate one's character and temperament.

Qin Yuhe has always been restrained and disciplined in everything, including his diet.

His strong self-control crumbled completely in front of Song Xinya.

The moment he touched her, the wild desires hidden deep within his bones were easily aroused.

Qin Yuhe knew clearly that he and Song Xinya were very compatible physiologically.

This compatibility was evident from the very first moment he saw her, during their blind date at the Smoked Island Cafe; his body immediately sent him signals, generating a desire to get closer to her.

Hugging, kissing, or any physical touch from her makes him feel very comfortable.

The feeling was like poppy, addictive.

He couldn't remain calm and composed in her presence.

He was satisfied, but I wonder how she felt.

He was too indulgent last night.

She slept for twelve hours but still couldn't get up.

Qin Yuhe put down his chopsticks and used a napkin to wipe his mouth and hands.

Song Tingye was also worried about Song Xinya, because his sister was always full of energy, like a busy little bee, and never idle. Even when she slept in, she had never slept for such a long time.

"Brother-in-law, is it really okay for my sister to sleep like this? Is she sick with a fever, that's why she can sleep so much?"

Qin Yuhe: "I took her temperature every hour, and she didn't have a fever."

The maid brought over the insulated food container, and Qin Yuhe picked up his chopsticks, filled it with some food, and got up to go upstairs.

I'm going to see her.

Song Tingye suddenly stood up: "I'll go with you."

Qin Yuhe: "Our bedroom is not suitable for you to come in."

Song Tingye: "What's wrong with this? It's just a place to sleep."

The sleep Qin Yuhe slept and the sleep Song Tingye slept were not the same kind of sleep.

Qin Yuhe turned around and glanced at Song Tingye: "When you see your sister later, she'll ask you if your essay went off-topic and if you finished your Chinese test."

Song Tingye flicked his coat and sat back down: "I think I'll continue eating."

.........

Second floor, bedroom.

Song Xinya had many dreams—beautiful, moist, and hazy.

In her dream, all sorts of crazy actions unfolded one after another. In her sleep, her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed and her red lips were slightly parted, making it impossible to tell whether she was in pain or pleasure.

A day had passed, yet she felt that her passionate embrace with Qin Yuhe was still going on.

It has a very strong aftereffect.

That kind of crazy, unrestrained experience has a powerful aftereffect.

The images in her dream were less a product of her wild imagination and more a replay of what happened the night before.

The hand gripping her waist tightly, the warmth of skin against skin, the low, husky breaths escaping from her thin, red lips…

He kissed her long, wet eyelashes forcefully, again and again, and coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "Sweetie, don't cry."

The movements were forceful, but the voice used to coax her was gentle.

That's so true.

She couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

Trapped in a dream, she couldn't wake up.

Suddenly, a warm hand covered her forehead.

The fingers are long and slender, with calluses that feel slightly rough and gritty, and the body temperature is slightly higher than that of ordinary people.

A crisp, masculine scent filled her nostrils—deep, subtle, and familiar.

A low, husky male voice reached Song Xinya's ears: "Mrs. Qin, aren't you awake yet?"

The chaotic images in her dream were cleared away, and Song Xinya pulled herself out of the illusion and opened her eyes.

Her racing heart hadn't completely calmed down yet, and she felt dazed.

She lay in the soft quilt, her face fair and tender, rosy, with a childlike innocence and softness.

Such a Song Xinya is not common.

Normally, she is radiant and dazzling.

She now has a captivating, innocent charm that makes her seem like someone who's easy to bully.

Qin Yuhe sat on the edge of the bed, close to her, looking at her with a faint smile in his eyes.

His hand moved away from her forehead, around her slender and delicate shoulders, and slipped between her and the sheets. He supported her back with his palm, helping her sit up and lean against him.

Song Xinya felt weak all over, as if she was about to fall apart, and her lower back was sore and numb, and a little painful.

She leaned softly against Qin Yuhe's chest, looking utterly ravaged, as if she had no bones.

Seeing the insulated food container he brought over, she muttered, "It's time to eat breakfast."

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "It's dinner."

dinner?

Song Xinya, startled from her dazed state, exclaimed, "I've been asleep for so long!"

Qin Yuhe held her in one arm and opened the lunchbox with the other: "Eat something."

The peach gum, white fungus, and bird's nest porridge was brought to her lips, its sweet aroma filling the air.

She didn't realize it while she was asleep, but when she smelled the aroma, Song Xinya immediately felt hungry and began to eat in small bites with her lips open.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, she regained some strength and realized that Qin Yuhe had been feeding her through her hand.

She's not a child anymore; being fed by others is a privilege reserved for children.

Song Xinya: "I'll do it myself."

She reached for the lunchbox.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed her back into the blanket.

Qin Yuhe fed Song Xinya small pieces of steak, asking, "Do you feel happy when I feed you?"

Song Xinya chewed slowly and hummed in agreement.

Qin Yuhe: "I will continue to do things that make you happy."

Throughout the meal, he fed her the whole time. When she finished eating, he took a napkin and gently wiped her mouth.

After delivering the insulated food container to the kitchen on the first floor, Qin Yuhe didn't go to the study to handle his work; instead, he went straight back to his bedroom.

Song Xinya was kneeling on the bed, wearing a milky white nightgown made of textured bubble cotton, which looked very soft and sweet, both innocent and alluring.

The moment the bedroom door opened, her bright, watery eyes looked at him.

Qin Yuhe looked at her and walked towards her without thinking.

"Why are you kneeling?" He patted her head, sat on the bed, naturally picked her up and placed her on his lap, hugged her from behind, and rested his face on her neck.

His breath fell on her ear and neck, and her thoughts drifted along with it.

Although they had already done very intimate things together, she was still moved by his tender, affectionate, and doting gestures.

Song Xinya became nervous, which was quite pathetic.

"Yeah, I just spaced out for a bit."

Qin Yuhe: "You slept for too long, it startled me a little."

Song Xinya rested the back of her head against his chest, turned her head to look at him, and her eyes fell on his lips.

Why were you scared?

Qin Yuhe looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her high nose bridge and then over her rosy lips.

"I'm worried I'll kill you."

Song Xinya's face flushed a soft red.

She almost died. She fainted twice in the middle, but didn't die. It was like she died and came back to life, and then died again.

When girls discuss these kinds of things, they are more or less unable to remain completely calm like men.

Song Xinya changed the subject, genuinely curious: "Mr. Qin, isn't your project in Shanghai still ongoing? Don't you need to work?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yes, we need to."

Song Xinya: "If you're busy, go work in the study."

Qin Yuhe: "Let's put work aside for now. I want to talk about something else, something important."

His tone was deep, solemn, and serious. Song Xinya couldn't help but calm her wandering mind, straighten her expression, and listen attentively, taking it all in.

Qin Yuhe: "Was I a little too rough last night?"

Song Xinya: "..."

The important thing he mentioned was "post-lesson review".

As expected of a top student, she strives for excellence in everything she does and is always hardworking and ambitious.

Preview before class, work diligently during class, and review after class. No step is missed, and each time we strive to do better than the last.

Song Xinya understood that Qin Yuhe's decision to review things with her was not only for his own happiness, but also for hers.

She has such good manners in bed; if she doesn't cooperate, it would seem like she's being very impolite.

Song Xinya: "...Hmm."

Qin Yuhe: "Did I hurt you?"

Song Xinya: "...A little."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm sorry."

Song Xinya: "...It's nothing."

Qin Yuhe: "How should I improve to make it better?"

Song Xinya: "...I think you are already an outstanding talent in the country when it comes to solving problems, and there is no need for improvement."

Qin Yuhe: "It seems you are very satisfied with me."

Song Xinya: "...Hmm."

She raised her arm, her fair and delicate hand brushing past his eyes, and smoothed the strands of hair that fell onto her forehead, using the gesture to conceal her panic.

Qin Yuhe felt as if everything before him was covered in frost and snow.

She was very fair-skinned, and even her milky-white nightgown paled in comparison.

Song Xinya's hand brushed past his eyes once more, falling onto the bed sheet.

Immediately, a warm body temperature came through, and he took my hand.

Qin Yuhe's fingers have distinct knuckles, and his palms are long and narrow, not wide at all, giving people a delicate and jade-like feeling.

However, his hands were still much larger than Song Xinya's; one palm could completely cover her hand.

Qin Yuhe held Song Xinya's hand in his palm and played with it.

Song Xinya was already nervous, and now her heart was pounding even harder.

A girl's hands are fair and delicate, soft and smooth to hold, and very comfortable to handle.

Qin Yuhe played with her hand for a while, then remarked, "Why are your hands so small?"

Every girl is naturally good at grasping the essentials, and the question popped into Song Xinya's mind: "Have you ever been into anything high-stakes?"

It's probably true that if you have a thought in your heart, you will eventually achieve it by taking action.

She said those words.

But the moment she said it, Song Xinya regretted it.

The deeper meaning of this sentence is that it is asking about the other person's romantic history.

It also involves asking about the other person's sex life, experiences, and knowledge.

Before making demands of others, examine whether you have done the same yourself.

If you expect others to be flawless, you yourself must be a blank sheet of paper first.

You can't be a newspaper yourself and expect others to be blank sheets of paper.

Before marrying Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya had a passionate night with a man she didn't know, while she was drunk.

Now, when she asks Qin Yuhe this question, it's equivalent to asking him if he's slept with any women before.

If he answers her question, she should reciprocate by answering his as well.

She replied, "I slept with another man once before."

Okay, actually it wasn't just once; that night, she and that man did it several times.

She didn't know exactly how many times, because the man continued even after she fainted.

It's best to avoid discussing these kinds of things between spouses or between boyfriends and girlfriends.

Don't be fooled by men's sweet talk of accepting your past. If you actually tell them the details of your time with other men, they'll be furious and might even kill that man with a knife.

In fact, Song Xinya could sense that this wasn't the first time Qin Yuhe had done this.

Because when they made love for the first time after getting married, he was very comfortable with her body.

His skills are so advanced, it's obvious he's not a virgin.

Even the most academically gifted students need a period of practice.

Song Xinya recalled that night at the hotel a year ago, when the man was somewhat awkward during their first time together.

However, that man was also a top student with a strong learning ability. He quickly mastered the problem-solving techniques and applied them to other problems, constantly exploring and finding new ways to solve them.

Thinking about it this way, Song Xinya felt that her first time was with the man she met at the hotel a year ago, who was also her first time, not with Qin Yuhe.

Qin Yuhe is her husband, and she can't help but wonder which woman he slept with.