Song Xinya's legs, freshly bathed and slick with lotion, were fair and smooth. With nothing to support her hips, her legs slid down Qin Yuhe's waist.
Her entire body was slipping downward.
"Help! Help! Qin Yuhe, I'm going to fall off you!"
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her long, fair legs kicking and squirming wildly against him.
His crisp white shirt and tailored suit pants were instantly covered in wrinkles.
Qin Yuhe felt like he had a monkey hanging off him—a completely unhinged one at that.
Song Xinya shrieked and struggled, but the more she thrashed, the faster she slipped.
Suddenly, a pair of warm hands firmly supported her.
The lines and thin calluses on the man's palms felt distinct against her skin.
Finally stopping her descent, Song Xinya ceased her struggling, buried her face in Qin Yuhe's neck, and let out a long sigh of relief.
The woman's soft, warm breath, carrying a sweet and fresh scent, puffed against his neck.
It was warm and coaxed out a tingling, numbing itch.
Song Xinya was completely unaware of just how dangerous her current position was, hanging off Qin Yuhe like this.
At this moment, Qin Yuhe's eyes were three shades darker than the night sky outside.
Because Qin Yuhe was holding her up, Song Xinya loosened her tight grip around his neck and patted him with her hand.
"Qin Yuhe, hurry up and catch the rat! It's so big, and it has black fur. It's terrifying, go kill it right now!"
Qin Yuhe: "What do you think my hands are doing right now?"
Song Xinya: "Holding me."
Qin Yuhe: "Where exactly am I supposed to get a third hand to hit the rat?"
Song Xinya: "...Oh."
The robot vacuum cleaner rolled out of the bathroom, emitting a humming sound.
"Ahhhhhhhh—" Song Xinya buried her head straight into Qin Yuhe's neck again, hugging him tightly. Her wet hair fell against his white shirt, soaking the skin of his clean back with dampness.
"It's coming! It's coming! The big black rat is out!"
"Ahhhhhhhh! Qin Yuhe! Hubby! Save me!"
Her soft, curvy body pressed and rubbed against him frantically once more.
Qin Yuhe's gaze darkened even further.
"Song Xinya, calm down."
"I can't, I can't, ahhhhhhh, the big black rat is going to bite me, I can't calm down at all!"
Being tortured by her like this, Qin Yuhe was also on the verge of not being able to calm down at all!
Her snow-white, slender body had the smooth texture of fine porcelain.
Without a single shred of clothing to cover her, she felt like warm, fragrant jade—soft, smooth, and delicate.
Qin Yuhe felt the blood in his entire body rushing faster, like magma in a volcano on the verge of a boiling eruption.
Song Xinya remained completely oblivious to the man's steadily rising body temperature.
Right now, all her attention was focused entirely on that "big black rat."
"Qin Yuhe, that big black rat ran out of the bathroom. When we go to sleep later, what if it climbs onto the bed? Ahhhhh, I'm going to be sharing a bed with a rat!"
Qin Yuhe: "Song Xinya, look closely. That's a robot vacuum, not a rat."
Song Xinya cautiously lifted her head from his neck and cast a glance at the robot vacuum.
"Ahhhhhhhh, it is a rat, it is! A big black rat! Qin Yuhe, you lied to me!"
She struggled violently, thrashing about in a panic.
Caught off guard by her movements, Qin Yuhe was forced to take a few steps forward, and the two of them tumbled onto the double bed together.
She was on the bottom, and he was on top.
Her fair, slender legs were still wrapped around his waist.
A tidal wave of desire surged in Qin Yuhe's eyes.
Song Xinya was still screaming: "Ahhhhhhh! Catch the rat! Catch the rat!"
Qin Yuhe's large hand gripped her face, the web of his hand resting against her chin. His thumb brushed heavily over her soft lips, pressing from the corner of her mouth to the center, wiping away the lingering beads of water above her lip.
"Instead of being afraid of other things, you should be afraid of me right now."
With her head pinned in place and unable to move, Song Xinya blinked, as if to say, What do you mean?
Qin Yuhe's other hand unzipped his pants.
The hand holding her face moved down; his thumb slid from her soft lips, brushed past her fragile neck, and landed on her delicate collarbone, pressing down firmly.
Song Xinya's head tilted back, her slender swan-like neck arching into an unbearable curve, and her bright red lips parted slightly, looking sweet and inviting.
"Mmm..."
The trembling sound she made was like a swallowtail butterfly fluttering in the wind.
Qin Yuhe shifted his gaze downward.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted.
On his white shirt, right around the abdomen, was a patch of red.
His gaze moved from his abdomen to her center.
He immediately understood what had happened.
Qin Yuhe reached out, pulled a tissue, and helped Song Xinya wipe herself.
Then he wiped his own clothes.
He grabbed the blanket beside them and draped it over her.
Song Xinya rolled around in the blanket a few times, wrapping herself up like a little silkworm.
Qin Yuhe opened the bottom drawer and saw two packs of sanitary pads.
On the packaging, one said 360, and the other said 420.
Qin Yuhe pulled them out to compare, picked up the longer one, and put the 360 back.
He took a pair of her underwear from the closet.
Opening his phone, he typed a line into the search bar: How to stick a sanitary pad to underwear.
Several tutorials on how to use sanitary pads popped up on the screen.
Qin Yuhe watched one through and followed the instructions.
Though his movements weren't very practiced, he attached the pad perfectly straight.
The little silkworm was squirming and whimpering on the bed.
Qin Yuhe reached over, pulled her close, and unrolled her.
A stretch of snowy white skin was exposed before him.
Those eager, wild, and indecent images rushed hotly into his mind.
The scorching magma in the volcano surged to the crater, on the brink of erupting, only to be forcefully suppressed once again.
Like taking care of a baby wearing a diaper, Qin Yuhe helped her put on the underwear.
The small, thin fabric stopped at her thighs.
"Lift your hips."
His voice was terribly dry, hoarse, and sexy.
Song Xinya, eyes closed and looking drowsy, mumbled through her lips.
"No."
What a stubborn mule.
Qin Yuhe had his ways.
He gripped her waist on one side and maneuvered her onto her side.
With his distinct, bony fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, he pulled them up for her.
After getting her underwear on, he decided to leave it at that and not dress her in anything else.
Studies showed that sleeping naked could improve sleep quality and promote skin health. With so many benefits, he might as well let her sleep naked.
He was purely thinking of her health, nothing else.
Really.
Qin Yuhe tucked Song Xinya under the covers. As he stood by the bed taking off his clothes, he heard her dizzy, groggy voice say:
"The big rat, the big rat, the big black rat hasn't been caught yet. What are we going to do?"
Qin Yuhe took long strides over to the robot vacuum and switched off the power.
The humming sound stopped.
He walked back to the bed, his tall, lean body leaning over her side. He placed his palm on her cheek, stroking it gently.
His thin, reddish lips kissed her ear as he whispered softly to her, "That rat was caught by your hubby. Go to sleep safely, be a good girl."
