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

Song Xinya sat up from under the covers, staring at the half-coin peeking out from between the pages of the book, her watery eyes misty and somewhat dazed.

Two zeros are clearly visible.

She remembered that a year ago, she had left that man a one-yuan coin, issued in 2000, with the last two digits also being 0.

A desire to explore arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Qin Yuhe walked in.

He took off his suit jacket, revealing a white shirt and black trousers. The expensive shirt was buttoned up to the top, and the hem tucked into his trousers exuded an extreme allure amidst the restraint—refined, elegant, and untouched by worldly concerns.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe with some surprise, as she had originally thought he would come back very late tonight.

"Mr. Qin, have you finished your work?"

Qin Yuhe looked toward the woman on the bed.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, she braced her hands on the bed behind her, her chest thrusting forward, making her already full figure appear even more voluptuous.

Perhaps because she had just sat up from the covers, her nightgown was loose and baggy, with the thin straps slipping off her shoulders and hanging down her slender arms.

She was very fair-skinned, and the shimmering champagne-colored nightgown she wore accentuated her ethereal and pure beauty, making her appear like a fragile piece of porcelain jade.

Qin Yuhe walked towards her, placed his fingers on her collar, and began to unbutton her shirt.

"Work is never-ending, but let's stop here for today and leave the rest for tomorrow."

Song Xinya nodded slowly, agreeing with the statement.

She, a mere employee, has endless work to do every day; how much more so for him, the president of a corporation.

Work after work, so much work to do.

Don't try to finish all your work in one day, because it's simply impossible.

Song Xinya glanced at the half coin and asked the question that had been bothering her: "Mr. Qin, why are you using a coin as a bookmark?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Qin Yuhe's eyes: "I'm used to using that coin as a bookmark."

Use that coin.

Instead of using coins.

He wasn't concerned with the thousands upon thousands of coins, but with that one coin.

The object itself has no value; it is the person who appreciates it who gives it meaning. It becomes a vessel for their emotions, carrying their feelings.

The value of old objects lies not in the objects themselves, but in the memories they hold.

Song Xinya roughly understood that the coin represented a part of his past.

She thought that the coin must be related to a woman.

Mr. Qin and a woman have a past.

When Qin Yuhe walked up to Song Xinya, most of the buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his delicate collarbone and the half-concealed lines of his chest muscles. He looked sharp, powerful, and exuded a hormonal, vigorous, and sassy sexiness.

He looked at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "It's time to sleep."

Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat.

Qin Yuhe placed his hand on the shoulder where the bra strap had fallen down and asked, "Have you taken a shower?"

Song Xinya felt as if a flame was burning on her shoulder: "I washed it."

Qin Yuhe's palm slid from her bare shoulder to her arm.

After a deep "hmm," he picked up his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Song Xinya's tense heart relaxed. Listening to the pattering water in the bathroom, and the subtle sounds of washing and dressing after the faucet was turned off, her heart tensed up again.

Soon, Qin Yuhe came out of the bathroom.

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached, heading straight for the bed.

The mattress sank, the blanket was pulled back, and a cold, profound aura swept over Song Xinya, penetrating to the bone—powerful, strong, and extremely aggressive.

It bears the unique personal mark of Qin Yuhe.

As usual, the two people occupied opposite sides of the bed.

The bedroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; you could hear each other breathing.

After lying quietly for a while, Song Xinya asked, "Mr. Qin, shall we turn off the light?"

Qin Yuhe: "No, it's not closed."

Under the blanket, Song Xinya's nightgown was lifted up, and his hand touched her thigh.

He didn't touch her last night.

Although Song Xinya had never had a boyfriend before and didn't understand men, she had a very knowledgeable best friend.

Tian Tianquan once told her that men who have tasted the forbidden fruit are like teddy bears; all they think about is sex all day long.

Previously, Song Xinya felt that this statement was an exaggeration.

Now, Song Xinya feels that what was said seems to be true.

His gesture of touching her thigh was full of suggestive meaning.

His hot palms traced up and down the smooth skin of her inner thighs.

The rough calluses on her palms brushed against her delicate skin, causing her to tremble slightly involuntarily.

Song Xinya's breathing became rapid.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, making her eardrums buzz.

"Mr. Qin..."

"Um……"

Snakes are naturally drawn to shade and love to crawl into damp places.

The large hand between his legs was like a nimble snake, trying to overcome the last obstacle and build its nest.

An alluring yet dangerous atmosphere fermented in the air, ready to ignite at any moment.

Song Xinya turned over in a panic, lying on her side instead of her back, trying to get rid of that venomous hand.

The next instant, he placed his palm on her back and pushed her forward forcefully.

Song Xinya exclaimed in surprise and lay face down on the bed.

Qin Yuhe yanked off the thin silk quilt and tossed it aside on the side of the bed.

His hard knees pried her legs apart, his hands gripping her slender ankles, pushing her upwards until her pale pink knees were on the sheets.

Song Xinya supported herself with her forearms.

Qin Yuhe knelt in the middle, one hand gripping her slender waist.

A sentence from Tian Tianquan floated through Song Xinya's mind: "Don't come from behind him."

A warning bell rang in Song Xinya's mind.

"Mr. Qin, please don't tonight..."

Qin Yuhe's body pressed down on her from behind, hot and heavy.

"You don't want to?"

Song Xinya's arms trembled as she supported herself: "I'm willing, but..."

Qin Yuhe paused in his stroking, and his advances ceased.

He listened quietly to what she had to say next, letting her finish.

Song Xinya: "That night was too intense, I haven't recovered yet..."

The blazing flames in Qin Yuhe's eyes were turned into a pile of helpless embers when a bucket of cold water was poured over his head.

He sighed heavily inwardly.

Song Xinya was kneeling, so his expression was not visible.

He didn't loosen his grip on her waist, but he didn't make any further moves.

After hesitating for a moment, she crawled forward.

His hand, which was gripping her waist, moved downwards.

Seeing that he made no attempt to restrain her, she became bolder, turned over, and faced him directly.

Qin Yuhe's expression wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't bad either; it was just... how to put it...

Song Xinya carefully considered her choice of words and felt that the following four characters were particularly fitting—

Unsatisfied desires.

She pretended not to see his expression and lowered her head to straighten her disheveled clothes.

Qin Yuhe reached out and grasped the hem of her skirt that was piled up at her waist.

Song Xinya's hand, which was smoothing down her skirt, trembled slightly.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I was just helping you straighten your clothes," Qin Yuhe said, pulling down the hem of your skirt to smooth it out.

She said she hadn't fully recovered, so he couldn't just force himself on her.

only--

Qin Yuhe suppressed the surging lust within him and looked at her with his dark, deep eyes, saying, "Aren't you... too delicate?"

Song Xinya blushed and her heart pounded. She replied, "All women are like that."

is it?

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow. He hadn't discussed these things with other women and didn't know much about them.

The two of them lay back down in bed, taking up their places on either side of the bed once more.

To avoid provoking him to have any further thoughts, Song Xinya slept close to the edge of the bed.

Her slender body swayed precariously, as if she might fall at any moment.

"ah--"

When I rolled over, I wasn't careful and actually fell down.

Qin Yuhe reacted very quickly, reaching out to grab her waist, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly.

"To prevent you from falling out of bed, sleep in my arms tonight."