Song Xinya's eyes curved into a smile as she pushed her chest out toward Qin Yuhe. "I'll let you rub them."
She was wearing a loose-fitting dress that didn't really show off her curves, but with this thrust, the thin layer of fabric was stretched to reveal a round and full silhouette—extremely plump and luscious.
Qin Yuhe reached his hand out.
Song Xinya shrank back. "I won't let you rub them."
Qin Yuhe: "..."
His outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He awkwardly pulled it back.
Song Xinya looked at him with watery eyes, her lips curled up in a delicate, coquettish smile, and pushed her chest out again. "I'm not tricking you anymore, I'll let you rub them."
Qin Yuhe looked at the smile on her face—sweet and obedient.
He reached out to her.
Song Xinya quickly shrank back again. "I won't let you."
Qin Yuhe: "............"
A gust of wind blew past.
His outstretched hand was even more awkward than the last time.
Song Xinya's plan to tease him was a success, and she laughed slyly, "Hahaha."
Qin Yuhe's pitch-black eyes stared at her unblinkingly as his tongue grazed his back molars.
"You seem particularly happy to be making a fool out of me?"
Song Xinya: "Of course, I just love seeing you look so frustrated."
She let out another string of mocking laughter, her voice bright and extremely joyful.
Qin Yuhe: "Does this make you happy?"
Song Xinya: "Does what make me..."
Qin Yuhe's scorching palm covered her, suddenly giving a firm, handful of a squeeze.
The smile on Song Xinya's face completely vanished.
Qin Yuhe: "Mrs. Qin, why aren't you smiling anymore?"
"Sister, Brother-in-law!" Song Tingye walked out of the living room.
He looked at Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe. "What are you two doing standing out here? Why aren't you coming inside?"
Qin Yuhe calmly withdrew his hand, wrapping his arm around Song Xinya's shoulders to walk her inside. "Your sister and I were just playing a little game called 'mutual pinching'."
Song Tingye didn't quite understand. "What do you mean mutual pinching? Like, pinching each other for fun?"
Qin Yuhe: "Your sister pinches and plays with my heart, and I pinch and play with her body."
Song Tingye: "??? What the heck?"
He didn't get it.
Qin Yuhe: "Since you're so studious, you should go buy a reading machine so your mom won't have to worry about your studies anymore, so easy."
Song Tingye: "??????"
Damn it, he didn't understand that either.
Qin Yuhe naturally wasn't going to explain it to him.
Walking while holding onto a drunk person was truly not an easy task. For every three steps Song Xinya took forward, she stepped on his feet twice.
Qin Yuhe simply swept her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
Song Tingye: "What's wrong with my sister?"
Qin Yuhe: "Anyone who isn't blind can tell she's drunk."
Song Tingye: "...I can tell that too."
Qin Yuhe: "Should I praise you for not being blind?"
Song Tingye: "...No need." No matter how he listened to it, it didn't sound like a compliment, but rather like an insult.
Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya up the spiral staircase. "It's late, go get some rest. Your sister and I are going back to our room to rest too."
Song Tingye looked at Song Xinya with concern. "Is my sister going to be okay?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'll take good care of her."
In the second-floor bedroom, Qin Yuhe placed Song Xinya on the bed.
Her eyes were closed, a flushed red tinting her cheeks. Her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue reminded Qin Yuhe of a fresh, juicy, ripe peach hanging from a branch in the summer.
He stood by the bed, his gaze sweeping over her body, his pupils deep and distant.
The mattress sank as Qin Yuhe knelt on the bed with one leg, reaching for her collar.
The moment his fingertips touched her button, the person on the bed parted her lips and mumbled groggily, "Water, water, I want to drink water."
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyes, his gaze locking onto her red lips.
She had a beautiful mouth. Her lip color was a vibrant red, the corners slightly turned up, and her lip tubercle pouted slightly upward. Neither too thin nor too thick, they were soft and tender, like delicate rose petals.
Her features were strikingly gorgeous, but the slight upward pout of her lip softened the sharpness of her face, adding a childlike, cute, and innocent vibe.
Both stunning and adorable.
"Water, water..."
The soft, weak whimpers pulled Qin Yuhe's senses back from her enticing lips.
He poured a glass of warm water, returned to sit on the edge of the bed, and pulled her into his arms. With gentle and careful movements, he fed her the water.
Her parting lips enveloped the rim of the glass. Her crimson lips, dipped in the warm water, took on a layer of crystal-clear moisture, looking as if they had been coated in a smooth lip gloss.
Turning her face to the side, she released the edge of the glass.
Qin Yuhe's deep gaze swept across her lips as he placed the glass on the nightstand.
He stared at her lips, unblinking.
The smell of alcohol on her wasn't light; the air she exhaled and the breath slipping through her parted lips all carried the scent of liquor.
Qin Yuhe was a neat freak; he really couldn't force himself.
His gaze slid from her lips down to her collar.
His fingers pinched her button and undid it.
Just as he unfastened the third button, Song Xinya slowly opened her eyes and started to struggle.
"Don't take off my clothes, you hooligan, you pervert."
Qin Yuhe: "I am your husband."
Song Xinya: "I still won't let you take them off, I just won't."
Qin Yuhe: "You're drunk, I'll help you take a shower."
Song Xinya: "I'll wash myself."
Qin Yuhe: "Just don't pitch headfirst into the bathtub."
Song Xinya: "Even if I bash my head to death in the bathtub, I won't let you wash me."
Qin Yuhe: "Were you born in the year of the donkey? So stubborn."
Song Xinya: "Yes, I am a donkey, I am a donkey."
Qin Yuhe chuckled: "Fine, wash yourself."
Song Xinya crawled out of bed and staggered unsteadily toward the bathroom.
Unable to walk properly in her high heels, she plopped down on the floor, her two long white legs splayed out as she tried to take off her shoes.
After battling with the ankle straps for half an hour without success,
Song Xinya lay flat on the floor, kicking her arms and legs in the air, throwing a massive tantrum: "Ahhhhhhhh, I can't undo them, I can't undo them, ahhhhhhhh."
Qin Yuhe: "........................"
"Song Xinya, how old are you exactly?"
Song Xinya: "Ahhhhhhhh, I can't undo them, I can't undo them, ahhhhhhhh."
Qin Yuhe pressed his fingers to his forehead.
Unbelievable. Wasn't she pretty smart just now when she was teasing him? Now she was as dumb as a little piglet.
Qin Yuhe squatted by her feet, grasping her ankle in his palm, and helped her unfasten the strap.
Song Xinya stuck her delicate rear in the air as she crawled up.
Qin Yuhe looked up, and her bottom was aimed right at his face.
His sharp Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
Song Xinya walked to the bathroom door, turning back to glare fiercely at Qin Yuhe: "I'm warning you, don't peek at me while I shower!"
Qin Yuhe: "I don't have that kind of fetish."
Song Xinya: "You just know how to act all proper. As if I don't know you—once you're in bed, you're like a mad dog."
Qin Yuhe's face darkened.
He gritted his teeth lightly: "Song Xinya, you better not black out from the alcohol. You better remember exactly how you're acting right now when you sober up."
Song Xinya snorted: "Who's afraid of who!"
