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

Looking at Qin Yuhe's words, Song Xinya couldn't help but sigh. As expected of the group's CEO, his intuition was sharp. She hadn't even said anything yet, and he had already sensed something.

But how was she supposed to answer the question he asked?

Should I expect her to just ask, "Why don't you kiss me on the lips?"

It was as if she was begging him to kiss her.

To be honest, Song Xinya doesn't enjoy kissing men.

A person who has never eaten sugar will not envy its sweetness.

How can someone who has never tasted kissing possibly miss or want it?

She was simply wondering why Qin Yuhe didn't kiss her lips.

Asking directly is too blunt and could easily be misinterpreted. Most importantly, it would embarrass her, making her proud and delicate self look bad.

Song Xinya's eyes sparkled with a watery light, and she already had an idea in mind.

She sat up in bed and walked to the dressing table.

Various skincare and cosmetic products were displayed on the table.

Near the wall, there was an eight-tiered storage box, filled to the brim with lipsticks.

There are 100 in total.

Song Xinya has a hobby of collecting lipsticks.

Sometimes when she's too lazy to put on makeup, she'll just apply lipstick and go out, which makes her look radiant.

Therefore, Song Xinya is very knowledgeable about lipstick.

She precisely selected Dior Matte Black Tube 999 from a hundred lipsticks.

A light application results in a vibrant red with orange undertones. Applying a thin layer to bare skin will make your complexion appear bright and radiant.

A thick application results in a retro true red with subtle shimmer. The texture is smooth and creamy, forming a matte film on the lips, exuding a powerful and elegant aura, full of glamour and allure.

In her daily life, Song Xinya doesn't pursue a glamorous or seductive look; she just applies a thin layer of makeup.

At that moment, she held up a Dior matte black tube 999 and applied a thick layer to her lips.

Then, she raised her phone and took a close-up photo of her lips.

Above her pointed chin, only a pair of bright red and luscious lips were visible.

One minute later, Qin Yuhe's phone rang.

It was a message from Song Xinya.

He clicked on it and saw a picture.

A close-up of the woman's lips, magnified in his eyes.

Her lips were soft and red, with a delicate and smooth shape, and her lip pearls were full and small. A slit opened between her upper and lower lips, revealing her moist and tender tongue.

She is alluring and captivating, exuding charm and seductive allure.

Qin Yuhe stared at the lips in the picture, his pupils contracted, and his eyes darkened into a thick, unyielding night.

A text message came in.

Song Xinya: [Mr. Qin, do you like this lipstick color?]

Qin Yuhe was slightly taken aback.

He knows nothing about lipstick.

He had never studied lipstick before.

But one thing he did know: [Good-looking]

Song Xinya: [I don't know much about lipsticks, Mr. Qin. Could you take a closer look? Is this lipstick color suitable for me?]

Qin Yuhe double-clicked the image twice, making the woman's lips appear even larger.

In the center of the screen, the slit between her two soft, luscious lips faced him, like a honeyed cave inviting him to explore.

His gaze pierced through the narrow gap, fixed on her tongue, which was faintly visible.

The gap was too small; only a small part of her soft, moist tongue was visible, making it difficult to see clearly.

Because he couldn't see clearly, he wanted to see even more clearly, and kept staring at that small part of her tongue.

He suddenly felt his mouth was dry and wanted to eat something.

Song Xinya: [Mr. Qin, why haven't you said anything?]

Qin Yuhe ran his fingers over his tie, pulled it down forcefully, and unbuttoned the collar.

The cold air hit his burning skin.

The craving for food within him still burned intensely.

A slight vibration came from my phone; it was Song Xinya calling. Her voice was soft and seductive, like a bewitching enchantress.

"Mr. Qin, did you examine it carefully for me?"

Qin Yuhe spoke, his voice hoarse and strained: "I've seen it."

Song Xinya: "Hey—Mr. Qin, why is your voice so hoarse?"

Qin Yuhe uttered two words with a dry throat: "It's nothing."

Song Xinya casually fiddled with her lipstick and said, "But your voice doesn't sound like you're alright."

Qin Yuhe picked up the water glass next to him and took a big gulp of water.

To no avail.

The dry mouth and sore throat sensation still haven't been relieved.

He said, "It's nothing."

Song Xinya put the lipstick back into the storage box and said, "Well, since everything's alright, Mr. Qin should get some rest."

Qin Yuhe: "Aren't you going to chat with me for a while longer?"

Song Xinya: "Look how hoarse your voice is. Don't waste your precious saliva. Your saliva is so valuable. If I talk to you any more, I'm worried you'll lose your voice and become mute."

Beep— She hung up the phone without a moment's hesitation.

Qin Yuhe: "…………"

She seems particularly dissatisfied with him?

At night, when he was sleeping, Qin Yuhe dreamed of those luscious lips.

I dreamt of her lips all night long.

I didn't sleep well last night.

The next evening, Song Xinya sat in front of the mirror and applied a thick layer of Chanel black tube lipstick #357.

The velvety red with gold shimmer, thanks to the fine glitter particles, makes the lips appear fuller and more three-dimensional, creating a plump lip effect.

Song Xinya took another close-up photo of her lips and sent it to Qin Yuhe.

[Mr. Qin, which lipstick color looks better on me today compared to yesterday?]

Qin Yuhe sat in his office chair, his fingers supporting his forehead, his eyes fixed on the photo of her lips.

The dry lips and itchy throat returned suddenly, even more intensely than yesterday.

He had a feeling he wouldn't sleep well again tonight...