Song Xinya leaned against the tree, pressed from behind by Qin Yuhe. Her slender, soft body was imprisoned between the rough trunk and his hard chest.
The palms of her hands, pressed against the bark, stung slightly from the friction.
Her back bore the heavy weight of his body.
Just moments ago, Qin Yuhe had treated her to a thorough, highly skilled prelude.
Her body's instincts had been fully aroused, and a feeling of emptiness washed over her like a scorching tide, completely engulfing her.
Numbed by the alcohol, her brain was sluggish. Song Xinya didn't know what was wrong with her.
She felt as if she were on fire. But because of the sudden intrusion of another couple, Qin Yuhe's further comforting movements were interrupted, leaving her with no relief.
It was an incredibly uncomfortable feeling, like a fish tossed onto a chopping board with no water to save it.
She felt miserable.
Exerting force with both hands and straightening her arms halfway, Song Xinya pushed the man behind her back a little, creating a small pocket of space.
She turned around to face him.
Her legs were as weak as cotton. Resting her cheek against his chest, she snuggled into his embrace.
From the opposite direction, sticky, intimate sounds drifted over again.
Woman: "Didn't I tell you not to kiss my chest? Why are you still doing it?"
Man: "What's wrong with kissing it? Is there any part of your body I haven't kissed? What are you playing hard to get for today? Have I ever failed to make you feel good?"
Woman: "My husband is home today."
Man: "It's even better if your husband finds out. Hurry up and divorce him, and be with me."
Woman: "Be with you, my ass. You don't even have an apartment, and your broken-down van is secondhand. If I follow you, I'll be living on nothing but fresh air."
Man: "You're secondhand too. My secondhand broken van is a perfect match for a secondhand little slut like you."
This was immediately followed by a chorus of male panting and female moaning.
The sheer amount of information was too much. Song Xinya's head spun, and she couldn't process it for a moment. "What are they doing?"
Qin Yuhe's deep voice was flat and devoid of any inflection. "Having an affair."
The other couple's voices were so loud that every syllable was crystal clear.
Song Xinya stood on her tiptoes, resting her chin on Qin Yuhe's shoulder, and peered forward.
Qin Yuhe placed his hand over her head, pressing her back into his chest and holding her tightly. "Don't look at dirty things."
Unable to see, the sounds made by the man and woman drilled into her ears. Hearing it was even more thought-provoking than seeing it.
Song Xinya's cheek was pressed tightly against Qin Yuhe's chest. Every breath she took was filled with his scent—deep, crisp, and carrying the scorching heat of his body temperature.
The man was tall, with firm chest muscles, a taut abdomen, and a warm, broad embrace.
That ungrounded sense of emptiness once again swept through Song Xinya's body and mind.
She wriggled, whimpering softly in his arms.
Qin Yuhe: "What, do you want me to join you and put on a duet with them?"
Driven by instinct, Song Xinya's fingers found the belt at his waist and began to unbuckle it.
A smile tugged at the corner of Qin Yuhe's lips. He firmly grasped her mischievous little hand, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Stop messing around."
He really wasn't perverted enough to do the deed with her while listening to others do the same.
He gently stroked her head with his palm. "Be good, you're drunk."
Stopped by him, Song Xinya looked very dissatisfied. She squirmed and took a step back.
Her foot stepped on a branch, producing a sharp crack.
The couple was startled.
The woman said nervously, "Someone's here! Quick, quick, get up!"
The man continued to pin her tightly against the tree. "So what if someone's here? It's even more thrilling with people around!"
The man glanced in the direction of Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe, and out of some twisted psychology, he began to work even harder.
Leaning in Qin Yuhe's arms, Song Xinya only needed to lift her head to get a direct view of a rather wild and uninhibited scene.
Liquid courage emboldened her.
Song Xinya's head nudged upward, trying to peek.
Qin Yuhe's hand pressed down on her firmly, like the tightening spell used to suppress the Monkey King.
Since the other party already knew they were there, there was nothing to hide. Qin Yuhe wrapped his arm around Song Xinya and prepared to head toward the park's exit.
Suddenly, another beam of light swept over, shining brightly into the small grove.
A park ranger sprinted over. "Finally caught you! We've been getting reports lately about a couple having an affair in the park, doing indecent things. And when people pass by, instead of stopping, they get even more brazen and threaten to invite passersby to join in. You've seriously violated public security regulations and ruined the city's image. I'm definitely having you two detained this time!"
The other couple was scared half to death. They pulled up their pants without even wiping and bolted.
When the ranger ran over, the people he saw were Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe. "You two, come with us!"
Song Xinya waved her little hands. "Don't arrest us, don't arrest us."
Ranger: "You're exactly who we're arresting!"
Qin Yuhe pressed his hand against Song Xinya's head, tucking her back into his chest and wrapping his arm around her protectively.
The ranger didn't feel it was appropriate to grab the woman's arm, so he reached out to grab Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe dodged sideways. "You've got the wrong people."
The ranger scoffed. "What criminal doesn't struggle before getting caught and say 'you've got the wrong person'?"
The ranger sized up Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya. "Not sleeping in the middle of the night and insisting on sneaking into the woods. Are hotel beds not big enough for you? I've seen plenty of your kind, you just like the thrill."
"Stop arguing and come with us!"
Qin Yuhe's gaze was cool and collected. Without rushing or getting flustered, he asked, "The people you want to catch are a couple having an affair, right?"
Ranger: "Right!"
Qin Yuhe held Song Xinya close. "We're a married couple."
Ranger: "What idiot would announce to the whole street that they're having an affair? You do all sorts of dirty things behind closed doors, and when your illicit affair is exposed, you still try to argue that you're innocent."
Qin Yuhe pulled out the marriage certificate he carried with him.
After carefully checking it, the ranger scratched his head. "Uh, I'm so sorry, brother. I wronged you, I'm really sorry."
The ranger then asked doubtfully, "By the way, why are you a married couple sneaking into the woods in the middle of the night instead of going home?"
Qin Yuhe looked up at the sky. "Admiring the moon."
The ranger craned his neck and saw a disc-like moon. "Not sleeping in the middle of the night, you two sure have a lot of leisurely elegance."
Qin Yuhe scooped Song Xinya up into his arms and strode toward the exit. "We're going home to sleep right now."
………
Inside the Rolls-Royce, the partition between the front and back had been raised.
It was a sealed space, an absolutely private environment where they wouldn't be disturbed.
Song Xinya sat on Qin Yuhe's lap. Her drunken body was completely devoid of strength, as if she had no bones. She leaned softly against him, resting all her weight on his body.
With his arms full of warm and fragrant softness, it was hard for Qin Yuhe not to have his mind wander.
Moreover, he hadn't seen her for a week, and they hadn't managed to finish their business in the woods just now.
Remembering how she had unbuckled his belt in the woods, Qin Yuhe gently shook the woman in his arms. "Are you still in the mood?"
He was answered by even, steady breathing.
Qin Yuhe looked down and found that she had already fallen asleep.
Unbelievable.
She certainly snapped out of her passion quickly.
Qin Yuhe, on the other hand, suffered in silent torment the entire ride.
The car arrived at the entrance of Zijin Huating.
When the door opened and it was time to get out, Song Xinya woke up.
She struggled out of his embrace. "I can walk by myself."
Her high heels met the pavement, but she had barely taken two steps before she started to collapse toward the ground.
Qin Yuhe grabbed her arm and yanked her back into his arms.
Song Xinya stumbled and crashed against his body. She paused, her delicate brows knitting together as she whined pitifully.
"Waaah, my chest hurts. You bumped into my chest and made it hurt, waaah."
"How about I..." Qin Yuhe's gaze dropped lower. "...rub it for you?"
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