Qin Yuhe's brows were slightly furrowed, his expression aloof, and his handsome face looked like cold jade under the moonlight.
Song Xinya looked at him. He seemed quite serious at the moment, not like he was hinting at anything.
She glanced at his thin, bright red lips.
He was a germaphobe; how could he possibly be willing to bury himself between a woman's legs to do that kind of thing.
Not to mention, his status was so noble.
Song Xinya thought that maybe it was just a slip of the tongue, missing a word when he said "make noodles".
Both of them were currently wearing their formal banquet attire and needed to go upstairs to change into loungewear first.
Qin Yuhe walked to the staircase and turned back, only to see Song Xinya still standing in the same spot.
"Not coming? Planning to stand there and cultivate immortality?"
Song Xinya: "No, I'm cosplaying as a Terracotta Warrior."
Qin Yuhe: "Do I need to give you an award for human still-life art?"
Song Xinya started walking. "No need, the Terracotta Warrior is walking toward you right now."
She lifted her foot to step onto the stairs.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over the black high heels on her feet, noticing the extremely thin stilettos.
He took the initiative to hold her hand, sliding his distinct, bony fingers through hers, intertwining them perfectly.
The man's palm was warm, dry, and strong, supporting her steadily.
Song Xinya squeezed his hand back, their fingers locked together.
She followed his pace up the spiral staircase to the second floor.
The moment they stood on the flat landing, Song Xinya let go of Qin Yuhe's hand.
He didn't let go of hers. His fingers remained intertwined with hers, the distinct bony texture exceptionally clear.
Song Xinya pursed her lips and smiled.
Warm light paved the long corridor, casting a romantic glow over the two of them as he led her into the bedroom.
They stood by the wardrobe, and Song Xinya reached in to grab her loungewear.
Suddenly, the click of a belt buckle being unfastened reached her ears.
The sound wasn't loud, but because it was so suggestive, it sounded exceptionally clear to Song Xinya.
Immediately following was the sound of suit pants being taken off.
Song Xinya stared straight at the wardrobe, not daring to turn her head.
He was actually changing clothes right in front of her now.
Should she return the favor and change in front of him too?
It wasn't that Song Xinya was being prudish; she really would be embarrassed to be stark naked in front of Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe finished changing and saw Song Xinya still standing there in her evening gown.
"Are your feet superglued to the floor?"
Song Xinya said, "I haven't decided which one to wear yet."
Qin Yuhe leaned toward her, pulled one of his white shirts from the wardrobe, and handed it to her.
"Wear my shirt."
She had so many clothes, yet he wanted her to wear his.
Song Xinya: "Why?"
Qin Yuhe: "I like it when you are covered in my scent, all over, inside and out."
Song Xinya lowered her eyes, blushing. She bit her lip and turned her head to the side, giving him the back of her head. "Hurry up and get out."
Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a smile and walked out the door.
Song Xinya put on his white shirt and went down to the first-floor hall.
She looked around and saw the study door ajar, a sliver of bright light spilling out.
She figured he must be busy with work.
Song Xinya picked up her phone and sent him a message: [Mr. Qin, what kind of noodles do you want to eat?]
His reply popped up instantly: [The kind you made for me the very first time.]
Song Xinya went to the kitchen and started making him tomato beef noodles.
...
In the study, Qin Yuhe was sitting at his computer.
A video was playing on the screen showing a handsome man and a beautiful woman holding each other tightly, their tongues intertwined in a French kiss.
The study, a place meant for learning, was currently echoing with blush-inducing, wet, and ambiguous sucking sounds.
Qin Yuhe stared unblinkingly at the screen.
His expression was utterly serious, not missing a single frame.
As a man who had never lost at anything, Qin Yuhe was currently studying how to kiss a woman.
Completely dedicated to researching how to kiss his wife in a way that would make her feel amazing.
Whatever you do, love it, specialize in it, and master it.
This was the professional dedication of Crown Prince Qin.
Even when it came to kissing, he had to strive to be number one.
Crown Prince Qin had always been: Great at whatever he does, great at every single thing, great across the board.
A short video finished, and a background voice sounded from the computer: "Kissing tutorial video number 56 has finished playing. Next, we will play the tutorial on the neck-choking kiss."
"Grip the other person's neck forcefully, marking your territory with pain, drowning out their bravado with gasps. The force of the kiss must carry a destructive madness. This kind of shame and stimulation will leave a woman unable to stop~"
Qin Yuhe earnestly finished watching the video.
After watching all sorts of kissing videos, he picked up his phone and called Fu Xiaochen.
The first time he called, the other party didn't answer.
The second time, still no answer.
On the fourth try, the call connected.
Fu Xiaochen's impatient voice blasted into his ear: "You'd better have something very important to tell me."
Qin Yuhe: "Can't I call you for unimportant things?"
Fu Xiaochen: "Look at the time. It's 10 PM. Most people have already showered and are in bed."
Qin Yuhe: "You're not asleep yet."
Fu Xiaochen: "Are you really clueless or just pretending? Do I need to tell you bluntly what I'm doing right now?"
Qin Yuhe smiled playfully. In fact, he had guessed as much when Fu Xiaochen didn't pick up the first call.
He said aloud, "I don't know what you're doing."
Fu Xiaochen scoffed, "Keep pretending, you bastard."
Qin Yuhe: "As my older cousin, you'd be the bigger bastard."
Fu Xiaochen gritted his teeth. "You called me in the middle of the night just to piss me off?"
Qin Yuhe got down to business: "I want to ask for your advice on how to improve my kissing skills."
Fu Xiaochen: "How do you know I'm good at kissing?"
Qin Yuhe: "You don't look like a decent person. Shady people always know a lot about crooked tricks."
Fu Xiaochen's teeth ground even louder. "If you're asking for a favor, then show the proper attitude. If you keep talking trash, I'm hanging up."
Qin Yuhe: "The Bugatti La Voiture Noire, the sports car you've been dreaming of but couldn't get. There's only one in the world, and it's sitting in my garage. I'll give it to you."
Fu Xiaochen: "I'm not hanging up."
Qin Yuhe: "Now can you tell me how to improve my kissing skills?"
Fu Xiaochen: "I can!"
"One: Kiss her upper lip first. Give it a gentle suck, then suck hard. You need to have that feeling like you want to devour her."
"Two: When her tongue enters your mouth, lick the tip of it to actively seduce her. When she can't resist the teasing and kisses you back, pull your tongue back to play hard to get. When she pulls her tongue back, hold it and suck it, showing off your skills to the fullest."
"Three: The most sensitive part of the mouth is the roof. At the right moment, lick it a few times to stimulate her until she can't catch her breath."
"Four: Throw in some panting sounds to build the atmosphere."
"Five: Whatever you do, absolutely do not just mash your mouths together and gnaw blindly like a piglet fighting for food."
Qin Yuhe pulled out a small notebook and wrote it all down, word for word.
And he began to simulate the practical application scenes in his mind.
Fu Xiaochen: "You can't master the essence of this kind of thing just by listening; you still have to practice it more."
"Let me teach you another simple method that's easy to put into practice."
Qin Yuhe listened attentively, taking the lesson very seriously: "Please go ahead."
Fu Xiaochen: "The tongue-writing method. Gently, rhythmically, and affectionately, write the word 'love' on the other person's tongue."
Qin Yuhe: "That does sound quite simple."
Fu Xiaochen: "Take your time practicing, cousin."
Qin Yuhe: "No need to take my time. I have always been a fast learner. Tonight, I will seamlessly apply all these methods you just mentioned."
Fu Xiaochen: "You talk a big game."
Qin Yuhe: "The reason you doubt me is that you can't do it yourself. I understand that you are clumsy and your learning ability isn't as strong as mine."
A split second before Fu Xiaochen's roar could come through the line, Qin Yuhe decisively hung up the phone.
He absolutely refused to give the other man a chance to curse at him.
A knocking sound came from the door, and Song Xinya pushed it open and walked in.
A video teaching people how to kiss was still playing on the computer.
Song Xinya walked over to the desk, her eyes glancing toward the screen.
Qin Yuhe reached out and snapped the laptop shut.
Song Xinya: "..."
So secretive.
"Mr. Qin, the noodles are ready."
Qin Yuhe stood up from his chair and gestured forward with his hand, signaling her to walk ahead.
Song Xinya turned and walked out, thinking to herself that with him guarding the screen so strictly, he clearly wasn't doing anything good.
Could he be watching dirty movies?
The two of them walked into the kitchen one after the other.
Just as Song Xinya reached out to grab the noodles, Qin Yuhe stretched out his arm a step ahead of her and picked up the bowl.
"Don't burn yourself."
Song Xinya: "You should be careful not to get burned, too."
Qin Yuhe: "I am not as delicate as you."
Song Xinya: "I am not delicate either."
Qin Yuhe: "Having to apply ointment every time we finish, and you still say you are not delicate?"
Song Xinya's cheeks burned hot. She picked up a large tomato from the cutting board and stuffed it into his mouth: "Saved this especially for you, hurry up and eat."
Qin Yuhe pulled the tomato out of his mouth and placed it back on the board: "You really aren't worried about choking me to death."
He sat by the table eating the noodles, while she sat opposite him, watching him.
"How does it taste?"
"Your culinary skills are superb, you could go open a noodle shop."
"I actually used to think about quitting my job to open a small noodle shop."
"You open a noodle shop, and I run a company. We both have bright futures ahead of us."
Song Xinya: "............"
"Stop talking and just eat your noodles!"
Qin Yuhe finished the bowl of noodles, and Song Xinya reached out to clear the dishes.
He raised his hand and grasped her fair, delicate wrist: "Let the maid clean it up."
Song Xinya: "I don't have anything else to do right now, let me just clean it."
"Who says you don't have anything to do..."
Qin Yuhe stood up, pulling her hurriedly toward the second-floor bedroom: "I already can't wait any longer..."
