Song Xinya was tossed onto the double bed.
Her body bounced up, but Qin Yuhe pressed his palm against her collarbone, pinning her right back down.
He pressed down over her.
His movements as he unbuttoned his white shirt were incredibly practiced.
The men's white shirt slid smoothly off Song Xinya's skin, which was as smooth as creamy jade.
Qin Yuhe casually tossed it onto the floor.
His palm caressed her cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair that clung to her face behind her ear.
The man's palm was searing hot. As his fingertips traced across her cheek, they sparked a lingering, intertwining current of electricity that refused to fade.
Song Xinya involuntarily tensed her body.
The end of her voice trembled with nervousness: "Can we turn off the lights?"
Qin Yuhe: "No, I want to look at your face and see your every expression clearly."
Song Xinya grew even more nervous.
Qin Yuhe's Adam's apple bobbed: "Mrs. Qin, I want to do some things to you."
Song Xinya: "Like what?"
Answering like that was practically handing a knife to someone who wanted to do bad things to her.
But words spoken were like spilled water; they could not be taken back.
"Like this."
Qin Yuhe lowered his head, taking her upper lip between his and sucking gently.
His movements were very gentle. The moment his lips landed on hers, it felt like the tickle of a light feather.
His low, husky, and magnetic voice sounded again.
"Or like this."
He captured her upper lip again, sucking fiercely, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
"And like this."
His fingers pinched her chin, dominantly forcing her tightly closed lips to part slightly.
He took advantage of the opening to slip in.
He then proceeded to the second, third, and fourth steps with her.
And, slowly, rhythmically, and full of emotion, he traced the word love on her tongue.
After this entire routine, Song Xinya lay paralyzed on the covers, as soft as a pool of spring water.
Qin Yuhe began to test the results of his learning. Nuzzling against her temple, he leaned close to her ear and asked: "How did this time feel compared to the last?"
Song Xinya's breathing was an absolute mess; every word she spoke was accompanied by a pant.
"You have improved so much."
Actually, that strawberry-flavored kiss from last time was also highly unforgettable.
Comparing the two, she could distinctly feel that the last time had more emotion than technique, while this time, technique and emotion soared together, making one crave more and more.
This was not right. It had only been a few hours, so how had his kissing skills improved so drastically?
Song Xinya asked: "Did someone teach you how to kiss like this?"
Qin Yuhe said: "No, I am self-taught."
"Since you like it, let us do it again."
He crushed his lips against hers once more.
Just as Qin Yuhe had said, his learning ability was incredibly strong. With just one practice session, he had grasped the essence of all the methods and integrated them perfectly.
The corners of Song Xinya's eyes turned red as her slender fingers tangled in his hair.
The light from the bedside lamp was a creamy, warm yellow. It filtered through the hollows of the frosted glass, refracting from the lampshade and overlapping into rings of halos before Song Xinya's eyes.
His burning fingertips sank into her waist.
His hurried breath washed over the sensitive shell of her ear.
The veins bulged on the hand that gripped her slender neck.
Song Xinya's eyes struggled to focus. Because of his movements, bursts of white fireworks exploded in her vision.
The man's jawline was taut. His handsome and strikingly alluring face was alternately clear and blurry.
Every nerve cell in her body was throbbing and leaping.
Song Xinya had a beautiful voice, charming, sweet, soft, and pleasant. The fine, drawn-out notes that spilled from her lips were like flowing honey, like spun cotton candy, like a maddening hex.
By the window where the curtains were half-open.
The leaves swaying in the wind.
The moonlight shining in through the window.
Mingled with her trembling, low moans, they wove together into a scorching hot summer night.
The long night dragged on, and the light remained unextinguished.
Qin Yuhe fully savored every single one of her facial expressions.
She was obedient, letting him manipulate her as he pleased, letting him enjoy himself to the fullest.
That most primal drive within him lost all control.
Fierce and hitting right at the vital spots.
In this matter, compared to Qin Yuhe, he was a graduate student, while she was just in the junior class of kindergarten.
How could she possibly be his match.
Feeling that she was surrendering too quickly and being too useless, she gritted her teeth and held on for...
One minute.
Then, truly unable to bear it anymore, she started to whimper and cry.
She was very good at crying.
Like a pear blossom bathed in rain, pitiful and touching.
Not only did he not let her go, but he bullied her even more intensely.
When the final time ended, Song Xinya saw the morning sun at nine o'clock.
Nine o'clock in the morning!
SOS, help!
