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

It was the first time the two had sex after their marriage. Not only did Song Xinya sense that Qin Yuhe wasn't a virgin, but Qin Yuhe also sensed it.

Moreover, Qin Yuhe's feelings were more direct—

He didn't feel that barrier.

A year ago, while drunk in a hotel room with a woman he didn't know, he felt a clear obstacle.

Respect and tolerance are basic etiquette for adults.

Not only does she have a past, but he does too.

Many men go out and play until midnight, but refuse to let their wives go out and play. They indulge in physical pleasure with different women outside, yet demand that the woman they marry must be a virgin.

Demand yourself the standards of a lowly person, and demand others the standards of a saint.

There is a kind of evil in human nature: taking one's own thoughts as truth, and even if one is immoral, liking to stand on moral high ground and criticize others.

Such double standards disrupt the balance between fairness and justice, making interpersonal relationships tense and complicated.

Qin Yuhe is not that kind of man.

As a scion of a prominent family, gentlemanly manners and refinement were ingrained in his very being.

He chooses to respect his partner's past.

Light streamed down from the gilded dome, like scattered diamonds, illuminating the two people on the bed.

A tall, muscular man held a woman in his arms; her supple, soft body nestled against his chest, her slender white hand held in his grasp.

Qin Yuhe rested his chin on her shoulder, turned his face inward, and saw a long, slender neck as white as snow.

His Adam's apple slid slowly as he brought his face close to her neck, parted his lips, and bit her delicate, pulsating vein.

Song Xinya took a deep breath and let out a soft, sensitive hum.

His bite turned into a lick.

The dampness traveled along the veins in her neck, rubbing against her chest.

His lips were soft, and his licking movements were gentle, but his possessiveness and sense of crisis were pervasive, seeping through her skin and into her body and blood.

She trembled.

A soft, tingling sensation spread through my chest.

Just as the situation was about to escalate, Qin Yuhe's tongue, which was licking her chest, suddenly stopped.

She heard him bury his face in her chest and say, "Song Xinya, I've never played with anything big, I've only played with your hands."

"The reason I judged the size is because I compared your hand to mine, which is why I said your hand is small."

Prince Qin was explaining to her.

Song Xinya curled her lips and gave a soft, gentle "Mmm".

A knock came at the door, and the maid stood outside the bedroom door, saying, "Mr. Qin, your hot water bottle has arrived."

Qin Yuhe patted Song Xinya's side: "Sit on the bed first."

Song Xinya moved her delicate buttocks off his thighs.

Qin Yuhe got out of bed, walked to the door, and took the hot water bottle from the maid.

He walked back to the bedside and placed the hot water bottle on the bed.

Song Xinya poked the hot water bottle with her finger, picked it up, and hugged it to her chest: "Is this for warming my hands?"

Qin Yuhe: "This is to warm your feet."

He sat on the edge of the bed, his large, strong hand reaching out to her and lifting her skirt.

Song Xinya exclaimed in surprise, "Ah..."

Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to glance at her: "Why call me that? It sounds so nice."

Song Xinya's lips parted slightly, and she just called out casually, so why did it sound so nice?

Her skirt was lifted up to above her knees, revealing her calves and a small section of her thighs.

Qin Yuhe held her calf, placed it on his thigh, picked up a hot water bottle, and covered her ankle, which was still not completely swollen, with a gentle and tender voice.

"It's been 48 hours since you sprained your ankle, now is a good time to apply a warm compress."

He remembered it even more clearly than she did.

She had completely forgotten that she also needed to apply a hot compress.

After all, as long as I don't walk, I don't feel any pain.

Song Xinya: "It will get better gradually even without applying heat."

Qin Yuhe applied the hot compress to her gently and slowly, with meticulous care: "Take your time. You'll be in pain for a long time, and I want you to get better quickly and suffer less."

Looking at his profile with his long eyelashes drooping, Song Xinya felt a warmth in her heart like a soft, fluffy quilt that had been sun-dried.

She gazed into his eyes, her gaze gentle and tender.

As Qin Yuhe lowered his head and diligently applied a hot compress, his cheek suddenly felt hot.

Song Xinya's hand was stroking his face.

A girl's fingers are soft and smooth, her skin delicate and soft like a cloud.

Qin Yuhe paused for a moment, then applied a hot compress to her.

He didn't seem to mind being touched on the face at all, which put Song Xinya at ease. She became bolder in her probing actions, and her caresses of his face became unrestrained and frivolous.

Her hand traced along his cheek, down to his neck, stroking and pressing his prominent Adam's apple.

Thinking about how he treated her like a rubber ball last night, she played with and rubbed her, and today she used the same method to play with his Adam's apple.

Suddenly, the hot water bottle was taken from her ankle and casually placed aside. Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her wrist, his tall body pressing her down beneath him.

The scent of male predation was overwhelming.

He grabbed her hands and placed them above her head: "Didn't I satisfy you last night? You want more?"

She wasn't just fed enough, Song Xinya was stuffed.

Qin Yuhe's hard knees forced her legs apart: "I'm ready anytime, but are you?"

Song Xinya was scared: "I can't. I just wanted to touch you, I didn't mean to do anything."

Qin Yuhe: "If you don't want to do it, why are you touching me?"

"..." Song Xinya: "You touch me all the time, so can't I touch you?"

This is the difference in thinking between men and women. A man's touching is usually a prelude to getting to the main event, used for flirting.

Qin Yuhe: "Touching is fine, but what happens after that?"

Song Xinya: "After touching her, I prepared to go to sleep."

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "Mrs. Qin, there should be virtues in bed. You can't just ignite the fire without putting it out."

Song Xinya genuinely just wanted to touch him; she didn't think about anything else.

Who would have thought that this one touch would turn her into someone who lacks virtue?

I didn't know there was such a saying. I've learned something new.

Song Xinya looked enlightened: "Thank you for informing me, Mr. Qin. I understand now."

Seeing that she really didn't want to do it, Qin Yuhe rolled off her and lay down on the side of the bed.

The bedroom light was off, with only the bright moonlight shining in through the gaps in the curtains that weren't fully drawn.

The two people lay on either side of the double bed.

In the dim light of the night, Qin Yuhe asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Xinya: "You've applied the medicine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Qin Yuhe: "I was asking about the ankle."

Song Xinya: "...It doesn't hurt anymore."

Qin Yuhe said, "Why do you always think about things like that?"

Song Xinya felt like she had been tricked by Zhu Bajie—that he had turned the tables on her.

Who on earth thinks about that kind of thing every day?

Young Master Qin is like a thief crying "stop thief!"

Song Xinya turned over, facing away from him, and lay on her side, showing him her round back of the head so he could experience it for himself.

Suddenly, she felt a warm, burning sensation in the middle of her right buttock.

His palm covered it.

Qin Yuhe's deep, husky voice came from behind: "Why is there a small, round mark in the middle of your right buttock?"

Song Xinya was suddenly startled, her body and mind tensing up.

The mark in the middle of her right buttock was very faint and small; you couldn't even notice it unless you looked closely. Yet, he noticed it.

She asked him, "You found out?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yes."