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

Doesn't he get tired?!

If she comes again, she won't be able to walk tomorrow and will be paralyzed in bed!

Song Xinya was frightened.

She clenched her fists and punched Qin Yuhe wildly.

"No, no, it's alright. It's late at night, Mr. Qin, we should go to sleep."

Qin Yuhe: "In the dead of night, where else would a couple be busy if not in bed?"

He held her in his arms, his warm lips lingering on her ear, gently coaxing her.

"Good boy/girl."

The words "good boy" came out of his mouth in a low, husky, magnetic voice that made Song Xinya's ears go numb.

The steel of a hundredfold steel turned into the softness of silk; her hands gripped his white shirt at his chest, and her act of pushing him away transformed into a gentle embrace.

Qin Yuhe then coaxed her, "Sweetie, it's a legal obligation, you have to fulfill it with your husband."

When did she stop fulfilling her obligations to him? Didn't she just come with him once?

But he...

He has boundless energy!

But judging from his tone, it was the kind of tone that sounded like he was holding it in and was feeling very uncomfortable, and he seemed quite pitiful.

Song Xinya softened her heart.

She pounded his hands, then wrapped them around his neck.

The girl's smooth little hand rested on the back of the man's neck, light and soft like a dandelion.

She clung to the man in her arms, asking in a sweet, coquettish voice, "When will you be able to?"

Qin Yuhe replied, "Practice makes perfect; you only know the answer after you've done it."

Can the adage "practice makes perfect" be applied to this?

How long will it take to put that into practice?

Isn't this a bottomless pit, endless?

Song Xinya wouldn't have it, so she hit him with her hands, slapped him, scratched him, and even kicked him with her little feet.

"Mr. Qin, I'm exhausted, I have no strength left."

Her fair little feet landed on his shoulders, and her slender body slid back along the bed sheet, trying to escape.

Qin Yuhe: "You hit me so hard, don't you think that's pretty energetic?"

He reached out and grasped her slender ankle, pulling her back with a jerk.

Suddenly, Song Xinya sensed that something was wrong.

Something has come out.

Since the two are a married couple and plan to have children, it's natural that they can't take care of them.

Song Xinya didn't take it to heart, assuming it would be the same as every time it ended.

Qin Yuhe's gaze fell downwards, and suddenly, the hand that was lifting her black suit jacket stopped.

Song Xinya was still whimpering and wriggling, kicking her legs wildly.

Qin Yuhe slapped her thigh hard: "Don't move."

Song Xinya noticed that his voice had shifted from lustful to serious, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Something else has come out.

She suddenly realized something.

Song Xinya sat up on the bed with her hands supporting her weight and glanced at the middle.

On the snow-white bed sheet, a bloodstain was conspicuous and glaring.

This wasn't the first time Qin Yuhe had seen bed sheets stained red.

He had seen her once before, a year ago, after a wild night with that woman at the hotel.

That woman was bleeding because it was her first time.

The situation is a little different now. This isn't the first time Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya have done something like this, so this mark is naturally not blood from a ruptured hymen.

Qin Yuhe pointed at the bright, conspicuous red mass: "Mrs. Qin, are you... on your period?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, my relatives are here."

She remembered her period date; it wasn't today, so her period had come early.

They came at just the right time, of all times.

Song Xinya looked at the man opposite her and asked, "Do you want more?"

She was just refusing, and now she's asking him if he wants it.

Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to look at her: "You have such a fetish?"

Hearing his blunt words, Song Xinya's blushing cheeks became even more radiant, and she turned her face away to look to the side.

"I didn't."

Qin Yuhe released his grip on her ankle and helped her straighten her clothes: "I'm not that much of a beast."

"A girl's resistance is lowered during her period, and there is a risk of infection if you have sex. You are more vulnerable at this time. As your husband, I should care for and take care of you, instead of indulging in momentary pleasure and only satisfying my own desires."

Song Xinya: "Didn't you just say you were feeling suffocated?"

Qin Yuhe: "It's alright, I can bear it."

Song Xinya smiled and pursed her lips: "Isn't it uncomfortable to bear it?"

Qin Yuhe: "I have to endure it, I can't hurt you."

He brought her legs together, saying, "Don't catch a cold."

Song Xinya: "...Thank you."

Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome. Make it up to me after your period ends."

Five times.

Song Xinya pounded the bed with her small hands and swung her legs wildly: "I haven't even agreed to your request five times yet."

Qin Yuhe glanced at where she was sitting: "Don't move."

Song Xinya's face turned bright red, and she pulled down the hem of her black suit to cover it.

Qin Yuhe stood up and looked around the bedroom: "Where do you put that thing? I'll get it for you."

Song Xinya, focused only on pulling at the hem of her suit jacket to check if it was properly covered, asked, "What kind of thing?"

Qin Yuhe enunciated each word clearly: "Sanitary napkin."

The young master uttered these three words for the first time, and they weren't very fluent.

Song Xinya: "In the drawer where I keep my underwear, the sanitary napkins are kept together with my underwear."

After saying that, Song Xinya suddenly remembered that Qin Yuhe didn't know which drawer she kept her underwear in.

Just as she was about to speak again, she saw Qin Yuhe bend down and precisely pull open the drawer where she kept her underwear.

Then, Song Xinya noticed that her underwear was folded into small squares and arranged neatly in order of color from light to dark.

They were even more synchronized than college students marching in formation during military training!

Song Xinya sighed inwardly, thinking it was a pity that Qin Yuhe wasn't an instructor; he could definitely train those college students to behave properly.

Qin Yuhe picked up a pair of underwear and a pack of sanitary napkins and walked towards Song Xinya.

"Would you like me to wipe it for you?"

"……Need not."

"Do you want me to help you put on your underwear?"

"……Need not."

"Do you want me to help you stick the sanitary napkin to your underwear?"

"...No need!"

Honestly, he's not shy, but she is!

Song Xinya snatched the things from Qin Yuhe's hands, grabbed her open black suit jacket with one hand, climbed off the bed, and walked unsteadily toward the bathroom.

Qin Yuhe didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to take meticulous care of his wife.

After washing up and tidying herself up in the bathroom, Song Xinya put on a bathrobe and came out.

Qin Yuhe sat leaning against the headboard waiting for her.

He has already changed the sheets that were previously stained with blood.

Song Xinya stood beside him, looking at him somewhat embarrassed: "Um, I got your suit jacket dirty earlier, there's blood on it too, do you still want it?"

"Why not?" Qin Yuhe said, "I want to keep it as a souvenir."