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

The peaches that ripen in August have white flesh with a hint of red, are juicy, and sweet.

There's so much water that you can just stick a straw in and drink it.

The pinkish-white peach skin looks very delicate, and the flesh is even softer and more fragile when ripe. It cannot withstand being rubbed or pinched. If you apply a little pressure with your fingers, you will leave a purplish-red mark.

It's very tempting.

With the zipper halfway open, the soft fabric opened to both sides, revealing the beauty's slender, fair back, as smooth as mutton fat jade.

The pressure from the man's fingertips was strong and hard, with a hint of ruthlessness.

Song Xinya let out a soft sob, her voice trembling and weak, carrying a hint of pleading.

Qin Yuhe's dark eyes swirled with lust, his gaze suppressing a surge of passion: "The zipper is stuck."

Song Xinya blinked her thick, curled eyelashes, her soft lips bitten until they were bright red: "I know."

What does it have to do with the key getting stuck and him pinching her back?

She asked him to help her zip up her zipper, but he pinched it.

Bad guy.

The zipper had gotten caught in the skirt fabric. Qin Yuhe tugged at the zipper a couple of times, but the fabric that had gotten caught in it was still stuck very tightly.

"Do you still want this dress?"

Song Xinya vaguely guessed what he wanted to do: "What do you want to do?"

Qin Yuhe: "I'll tear your clothes."

Song Xinya had three black lines on her forehead.

Why do men always like to tear women's clothes? What's wrong with them?

A year ago, on that night at the hotel, that man, in a fit of rage, tore her underwear in half.

Those were her favorite pair of underwear, brand new, and a brand name one, Urban Beauty, ten yuan a pair.

Whether it's a big brand or a small brand, it's still a brand, a household name, and almost every woman has heard of the term "Urban Beauty".

Not the kind you see on the street that you can't even name and that costs five yuan a piece.

Given Song Xinya's economic situation at the time, she couldn't afford any designer underwear or clothes.

Money is something you can spend more of if you have more, and less of if you have less. If you have money, you can live lavishly; if you don't have money, you can live frugally.

Live within your income level; it's that simple.

Song Xinya is a very sensible person. She won't try to impress others by not having the money to buy designer clothes and bags.

She knows how to manage her money wisely, refusing to be enslaved by it.

It is shameful to be vain, but it is not shameful to live frugally. It is a clear understanding of one's own economic situation and also a kind of wisdom.

At the same time, Song Xinya also clearly understood that she had married Qin Yuhe and become the first lady of a wealthy family in Beijing's high society. When people reach a certain social class, they need designer clothes, shoes and bags to match their status.

After all, one should treat oneself well.

If you have money, enjoy it while you can, don't wait until you're old to regret it.

The red dress that Song Xinya is wearing now costs 180,000 RMB.

Qin Yuhe bought it for her.

He said he didn't hesitate or feel any heartache when he tore it up.

Song Xinya had only worn this dress once and quite liked it. If he really wanted to tear it, she bit her lip and asked, "Could you change into something else to tear?"

Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her; she was wearing only three pieces of clothing on her slender figure: a bra, panties, and a skirt.

A pair of soft, smooth legs beneath the hem of her skirt.

I can't tear the skirt, and obviously the bra doesn't fit either.

"Tear your underwear?"

The deep male voice held a hint of laughter, playful, probing, mischievous, and alluring.

Song Xinya: "I'll tear it up when I get home tonight."

Qin Yuhe's low, lazy laughter emanated from his chest, clearly tinged with pleasure.

What is he so happy about?

He was so happy that she agreed to let him tear her underwear?

abnormal.

Song Xinya has had few relationships with men, except for the man in the hotel room a year ago and Qin Yuhe.

Why are both men like that?

Her question, emanating from the depths of her soul, was: Do all men in the world enjoy tearing off women's underwear?

Qin Yuhe seemed very satisfied with Song Xinya's words, "We'll tear it up when we get home tonight."

He grabbed the zipper and yanked hard, pulling out the fabric of the skirt that had been caught in it.

Song Xinya was stunned for a moment.

This immediately brought up the issue: why did he seem to be having such a hard time just now?

The zipper was pulled all the way down, stopping at the junction of the waist and hips.

The girl's waist was fair and slender, and below it, a small, mysterious section of pink fabric was revealed.

It felt as if ants had crawled into Qin Yuhe's throat, and a subtle, itchy sensation spread through him.

My mouth suddenly feels dry.

After lying face down for a long time with her arms propped up on the sink, Song Xinya's elbows started to hurt.

She stood up, looked at her elbows, and saw they were red.

If I lie there for any longer, it might swell up.

She muttered under her breath, "This position is quite tiring."

Qin Yuhe looked at her with deep eyes: "Is this tiring already?"

She already complained about how tiring it was before it even started.

She had only been lying there for a short while.

Song Xinya realized that her words had been a bit suggestive, so she said, "The sink is made of ceramic. It'll be uncomfortable if you press your elbow against it."

Qin Yuhe: "Next time, put a towel down before you lie on it."

Song Xinya's long, drooping eyelashes trembled slightly: "I need to change my clothes."

Qin Yuhe turned around, opened the bathroom door, and walked out.

He heard the bathroom door close and the sound of it being locked.

She even locked herself in.

They were a legally married couple. She changed her clothes, he went out, and she even locked the door from the inside.

Qin Yuhe smiled helplessly.

Mrs. Qin, you guard against your husband more strictly than you guard against a thief.

.........

Ten minutes later, Song Xinya came out of the restroom.

Qin Yuhe was sitting on the bed waiting for her, his long legs naturally open, his back bent, his arms resting on his thighs, and his slender and beautiful hands hanging between his legs.

He looked up at her, his gaze lingering on the area below her neck.

She gripped her clothes tightly with both hands at her chest.

Qin Yuhe: "The clothes don't fit?"

Song Xinya: "The skirt is suitable, but the top is too tight around the chest area for me."

Her soft, white hands, slender as jade, crumpled her shirt, creating creases.

I don't know to what extent she meant by "tight."

Qin Yuhe: "Take your hand away, let me see if I can wear this out."

Song Xinya hesitated and looked uncomfortable.

Qin Yuhe pondered for a moment: "Did it burst the buttons?"

Song Xinya: "...It's not that exaggerated."

It's a Chanel set that costs 80,000 yuan, so the quality shouldn't be this bad.

Qin Yuhe glanced at Song Xinya's dress, stood up, and walked towards the wardrobe.

He opened the closet door, which was full of his clothes, and took out a white shirt.

He turned around and handed the white shirt to Song Xinya, his gaze sweeping over the spot where her hands were clenched tightly: "Wear mine."

"My clothes are big enough, they'll definitely fit you, okay?"

It seems like this is the only way now. Without hesitation, Song Xinya reached out to take his white shirt.

The moment she loosened her clothes, Qin Yuhe saw it.

She really couldn't wear that dress out; the gaps between the buttons were stretched open, revealing her underwear and snow-white curves.

Song Xinya took a white shirt and went into the restroom. When she came out, she was wearing a large, oversized men's white shirt.

He was tall and muscular, and his white shirt was too loose on her, failing to show off her slender curves.

Like a child secretly wearing an adult's clothes.

Qin Yuhe raised his hand to touch his tie, and with a single tug, the tie was untied.

The black tie hung loosely on his chest, breaking the meticulous sense of asceticism and bursting out with a wild and unrestrained sexiness.

It gives off a feeling of overflowing male hormones and desire.

Just watching this scene made Song Xinya's face feel hot.

Qin Yuhe took off his tie, untied the bow tie, and restored the tie to its original long shape.

A black tie wrapped around Song Xinya's lower back. Qin Yuhe, holding the ends of the tie, pulled back slightly, causing Song Xinya to bump against him.

Their bodies pressed together, the temperature rose.

Qin Yuhe sat on the edge of the bed, with Song Xinya standing between his legs.

His hands moved nimbly around her waist, tying a black tie around her waist in a neat knot that accentuated her slender and graceful waistline.

The tie around his neck became the belt around her waist.

His oversized white shirt became stylish because of his black tie.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Xinya saw a men's white shirt and black tie paired with a Chanel skirt. The combination didn't look out of place at all; instead, it created a natural beauty that was even more striking than her previous outfit.

Qin Yuhe's idea of ​​taking off his tie and using it as a belt was a stroke of genius.

A brilliant idea.

And it's very practical.

Song Xinya felt that Qin Yuhe had a very good sense of style when it came to clothing.

She picked up her Chanel top, which she had taken off, and pointed to the area around her chest that was stretched and somewhat deformed, showing it to Qin Yuhe.

"Mr. Qin, the clothes you bought for other women were stretched out of shape by my overly voluptuous figure. Won't that woman be unhappy?"

Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips: "I can tell from your tone that you're very proud."

Song Xinya: "After all, there are very few people with such an impressive size as me."

The two of them were in this position, one standing and one sitting, with her chest facing his handsome face.

He looked around and said, "It is indeed very rare."

Song Xinya: "Won't that woman be unhappy?"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't think so, she's quite magnanimous."

He didn't deny that the outfit was bought for another woman, and even praised that woman for being generous and protecting her so well!

Regardless of whether other women are happy or not, Song Xinya is definitely not happy right now.

Her husband had a set of clothes he bought for another woman in his room, and he even praised that woman for being generous. Anyone would be happy in that situation!

Song Xinya was too lazy to fold the shirt, so she threw it on the bed and walked towards the door: "You should apologize to that girl quickly, don't make her sad."

Qin Yuhe wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her back, and pressed her down onto his lap.

He hugged her from behind and bit her earlobe.

"That little sister is my own sister, Qin Yuyan."

"Mrs. Qin, is it too much to buy your sister a dress?"

His tongue licked across her fair earlobe.

"I bought my sister a dress that cost 80,000 yuan, and I bought you a dress that cost 180,000 yuan. Mrs. Qin, don't you think I'm a good husband?"