The night was as dark as dripping ink, and the world was completely silent. In the hotel room, Qin Yuhe lay alone on the double bed.
The room was entirely quiet.
But Qin Yuhe's heart was restless.
His body even more so.
He couldn't even look at the photo Song Xinya had sent him; looking at it only made him more hot and bothered.
But as restless as it made him, he still wanted to look.
Qin Yuhe stared at the photo without blinking an eye.
Another message from Song Xinya popped up: [Mr. Qin, why aren't you saying anything?]
Qin Yuhe tapped his fingers on the screen: [I'm admiring.]
Song Xinya: [That ruby necklace is indeed beautiful, definitely worth admiring.]
Qin Yuhe: [Your cleavage.]
A blush rapidly flooded Song Xinya's cheeks like a rising tide, and even her earlobes burned with a tingling heat.
[Mr. Qin, my original intention was for you to look at the ruby necklace.]
Qin Yuhe: [Guess if I believe that.]
Song Xinya: [You do.]
Qin Yuhe: [If you say I believe it, then I believe it.]
Song Xinya: [Does it look good?]
Qin Yuhe: [It looks good. Extremely white, and extremely deep.]
Song Xinya stood up from her vanity, walked to the bed, and with a light leap, threw herself onto the mattress.
She buried her face in the quilt, rubbing her fair cheeks against it, her burning heat warming the cool fabric.
With her rosy lips curled up, she typed: [Don't look where you shouldn't.]
Qin Yuhe: [I can't help it.]
Song Xinya buried her face in the quilt again, giggling softly.
A moment later, having laughed enough, she sent him a message: [Is Mr. Qin burning with desire right now?]
Qin Yuhe: [More than that. I'm already a raging fire.]
Song Xinya: [Is it uncomfortable?]
Qin Yuhe: [Yes.]
Good that it's uncomfortable.
This was her punishment for him.
Song Xinya placed her phone on the nightstand, pulled back the covers, and slipped into bed. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered shut as she happily prepared to sleep.
He said he was uncomfortable. According to normal logic, shouldn't she politely ask: What can I do to make you feel better?
Qin Yuhe was waiting for her to say exactly that.
He waited and waited, but nothing came.
Unable to hold back, Qin Yuhe sent a: [?]
Half an hour later, no response.
An hour later, no response.
It was confirmed. She wasn't going to reply to him tonight.
Qin Yuhe curled his lips in helpless amusement.
Mrs. Qin, how could you just leave halfway through a chat.
Qin Yuhe glanced down at himself. It had been an hour, and he was still pitching a tent.
Placing his phone on the nightstand, he resignedly lay back on the bed.
After waiting for two hours, it finally subsided.
By now, it was the dead of night.
Drowsiness washed over Qin Yuhe, and his consciousness gradually blurred. Just as he was about to fall asleep, an untimely sound suddenly came from the next room.
"Ah~~~"
Sweet, sticky, and whimpering—and very loud.
A young couple lived next door, and they were doing some pre-bedtime exercise.
The hotel's soundproofing was poor. Not only could he hear the woman's sounds, but he could also clearly hear the man's low growls.
As well as the words coming out of the man's mouth—words that would be considered an insult normally, but in bed could be called dirty talk: "Little slut."
The woman cooperatively cried out coquettishly, "Brother, I'm a little slut, your little slut alone, ah~~~"
Qin Yuhe: ".............................."
He couldn't understand it, but he respected it.
The sleepiness he had so painstakingly built up was completely chased away by the young couple next door.
Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and took a look. 3:00 AM.
What couldn't they have finished before midnight? There had been no movement earlier, but now, exactly at 3 AM, artillery fire was blasting.
Didn't this count as a midnight disturbance?
The sounds next door were intermittent; it seemed it wasn't entirely unbearable.
Qin Yuhe closed his eyes and tried to summon his sleepiness again.
Five minutes later, the sounds next door grew louder and louder. The commotion was like a literal war.
They truly weren't afraid of being heard by others.
He guessed everyone else had just become a part of this couple's kink.
The headboard of the bed in Qin Yuhe's room shared a wall directly with the headboard next door.
Thump thump thump thump thump—the headboard slammed against the wall, not only making a loud noise but also causing the bed Qin Yuhe was sleeping on to shake along with it.
There was no way to sleep now.
Qin Yuhe sat up, threw off the covers, got out of bed, turned on the TV, and cranked up the volume to cover the waves of sound from next door.
According to the average duration for Asian men, about 3 to 10 minutes, the guy next door should be done soon.
But to Qin Yuhe's surprise, it took a full hour before all the sounds finally stopped.
Men, after all, always had a bit of a competitive streak in this regard.
Qin Yuhe muttered in his heart: Not as impressive as me.
Lying back down, another hour passed, and Qin Yuhe still hadn't fallen asleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with snow-white skin, voluptuous curves, and a ruby nestled in a deep cleavage.
Extremely seductive, completely bewitching.
On the third night of his business trip, Qin Yuhe once again didn't sleep well.
On the fourth night, Song Xinya wore a little tank top, revealing a narrow strip of her slender, soft waist, and sent a photo to Qin Yuhe.
[Just finished exercising. It's so hot, I sweated a lot.]
Qin Yuhe: She wants me to kiss her waist.
On the fifth night, Song Xinya wore a gold bracelet on her wrist, rested her hand on her fair, tender thigh, and sent a photo to Qin Yuhe.
[Gold prices skyrocketed this year. I bought this bracelet last year, made a huge profit.]
Qin Yuhe: She wants me to kiss her thigh.
On the sixth night, Song Xinya painted her ten jade-white toes with bright pink nail polish and sent a photo to Qin Yuhe.
[Bought a new bottle of nail polish. Rose pink.]
Qin Yuhe: She wants me to kiss her feet.
Feet?
Can those be kissed?
