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

Qin Yuhe looked down at the small foot stepping on his white shirt.

Slender and delicate, with soft lines, small and well-proportioned feet, smooth and fair skin, and small, rounded toes painted with red nail polish.

Her snow-white skin and vibrant red hue created a striking and visually impactful contrast.

Because she had just washed her feet, they were still damp, and her toes left a dark water stain on his white shirt.

No one dared to step on Qin Yuhe.

He was a clean freak, intolerant of even the slightest dirt; his hair and clothes were always impeccably dressed and his appearance was always impeccably clean.

No one dared to get his white shirt dirty.

Now, Song Xinya has done both things.

She did it, but still felt it wasn't enough. With her toes painted bright red, she used them to grab the buttons on his white shirt, twisting and turning them with great dexterity, and unbuttoned them.

A tear appeared in the white shirt.

Her slender, beautiful feet slipped through the gap, her soft little feet landing on his hard abdominal muscles.

She stomped her toes on his abs, varying the pressure and using different techniques to hook, grind, grab, and poke.

Her rounded toes traced along his abdominal muscles, slowly and deliberately, inch by inch.

Use your toes to trace the outline of his eight-pack abs.

Before her hand could even touch his eight-pack abs, her foot stepped on them first.

Because her legs had been stretched out, she inevitably ran out of energy. As Song Xinya's foot followed Qin Yuhe's abdominal muscles and stepped down, she lost control of her strength and her foot fell down his abdominal muscles, stomping heavily.

A low, muffled groan escaped Qin Yuhe's chest: "Hmm—"

Does it hurt?

Seeing his slightly furrowed brows, Song Xinya quickly withdrew her mischievous little feet.

"Mr. Qin, I didn't mean to."

Qin Yuhe's dark gaze swept over her small feet, then he looked up at her and said, "I think you're doing this on purpose."

Song Xinya couldn't tell if he was angry or not, so she quickly stood up and said, "My foot is healed, I'm going to sleep."

She was standing, and he was sitting. From this angle, all he could see were her snow-white thighs.

Before Song Xinya could even take a step, Qin Yuhe's large hand grasped her thigh and stroked it back and forth.

His palms were warm and dry, and his fingertips kneaded the delicate skin on the inside of her thighs, leaving a string of red marks on her fair skin.

A dangerous aura lingered, like a venomous snake crawling on her thigh. The calluses on his hands, like scales, felt rough as they moved across her, sending shivers down her spine.

Song Xinya's cheeks flushed crimson.

She tensed up, and the leg he was holding struggled forward, trying to escape.

Qin Yuhe gripped her tighter, his fingers and nails digging into her delicate skin, a soft, tingling pain.

"Why are you dodging me? Didn't you just ask me if I wanted to touch your leg? I'm showing you with my actions..."

*Slap!* He slapped her hard across her fair, tender thigh.

The sound was crisp, loud, and shameful.

After he finished, he gripped her leg even tighter, his palms burning hot.

"think."

Her legs were exceptionally beautiful, fair and long, with smooth, supple skin, slender yet not gaunt, full and shapely, flowing like a meticulously drawn painting.

Her legs were slender and delicate.

No man would dislike that.

Qin Yuhe recalled a vulgar phrase that used to be very popular: "legs for years."

Song Xinya's face was flushed and her lips were a shade deeper than usual, a deep, luscious red, due to her shame and excitement.

"I was just joking with you."

Qin Yuhe: "I took it seriously."

Song Xinya: "...I take it back?"

Qin Yuhe: "I refuse to take it back."

Song Xinya's mind raced: "I refuse your refusal."

Qin Yuhe grabbed her thighs with both hands, hoisted her onto his shoulder, strode to the double bed, and threw her onto it.

"Mrs. Qin, your refusal is invalid."

Song Xinya felt a sudden dizziness, and before she could understand what was happening, his heavy weight pressed down on her.

"Well……"

Qin Yuhe held her thigh with one hand and caressed her face with the other, his slender fingers slowly sliding down her soft, white cheek in a flirtatious and frivolous manner.

"Are you fully recovered?"

The surge of male hormones is powerful and domineering.

Song Xinya was nervous and her heart was pounding. She pushed against his chest with both hands and said, "I still have a minor injury."

She wasn't lying to him; she really hadn't fully recovered yet.

She didn't feel anything when the medicine was applied, but today she tried walking without it and it hurt.

She quickly applied the medicine again.

Qin Yuhe: "So today, I can only look and not eat?"

He is busy with work and often needs to travel for business, so the two of them don't have many opportunities to see each other. A normal adult man has his own needs, and if they do meet, it's a bit unreasonable that she can't cooperate with him to fulfill marital obligations.

Song Xinya closed her eyes and clenched her hands into small fists: "If you really want to, then come on."

Her eyelashes trembled, as if the wind had stopped on her eyes.

Qin Yuhe: "Mrs. Qin, your posture reminds me of the phrase 'ready to die for one's country.'"

"..." Song Xinya: "No."

Qin Yuhe: "To use another word, heroic sacrifice."

He got up from her, his tall and handsome figure sitting to the side, one leg dangling on the ground and the other on the bed, his posture relaxed and unrestrained.

In his eyes, as black as ink, desire had not yet completely faded.

Song Xinya sat up in bed and poked his shoulder: "Are you angry?"

It's indeed a bit unethical to provoke someone into a rage and then not put it out.

There is no virtue in bed.

Qin Yuhe looked down at his white shirt. One button was undone at the waist, and a water stain stained it, a stark contrast to his pursuit of spotlessness and meticulousness.

He hates dirt and chaos and prefers cleanliness and order.

But he didn't dislike the marks she made.

Qin Yuhe turned to look at her: "Why would I be angry? I'm not angry with you."

Song Xinya's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow, giving her a heads-up: "But don't do that again."

Song Xinya: "Does it mean you give a warning the first time, and get angry the second time?"

"no……"

Qin Yuhe looked into her eyes and said, "I don't like flirting; I prefer real action."

Song Xinya's cheeks flushed instantly, her eyelashes drooping in a shy arc, and she nodded: "Mm."

She wanted to quickly move on from this matter and changed the subject: "Mr. Qin, you should go take a shower. It's getting late, you should go to bed."

Qin Yuhe said, "Wait a minute..."

What are you waiting for?

Does he need to work?

Song Xinya waited for a while, and then for a long time, but Qin Yuhe just sat quietly and didn't get up to work.

She looked at him curiously.

Understood.

Song Xinya, the culprit, knew she was in the wrong, so she pretended not to see anything and climbed to the head of the bed to lie down.

Suddenly, a tall shadow loomed over her. Qin Yuhe grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her slender waist with the other, swiftly flipping her over.

*Smack!* He slapped her hard across her round, full buttocks.

"If you flirt with me from now on, you'll have to take responsibility, understand?"

Song Xinya lay on the bed, her flushed face buried in the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her palms damp with sweat.

Her voice trembled softly.

"I...I understand..."