An icy voice rang out from behind. The moment it pierced Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan's ears, the two of them were scared half to death!
Was Qin Yuhe grabbing them by the neck?
No, he was clearly holding them by the scruff of their destiny!
The two of them resembled two little quails, dangling from Qin Yuhe's grasp.
Qin Yuyan recalled the last time she was caught doing something bad by Qin Yuhe.
A handsome boy had asked her out to the movies. Qin Yuhe had forbidden it, but she sneaked out anyway.
After she returned, Qin Yuhe used a feather duster and spanked her until her bottom was swollen.
For a whole week, she had to sleep on her stomach.
For a whole week, three meals a day, he fed her nothing but plain steamed buns.
Now, she was secretly watching people kiss with a boy. If her brother found out, he would definitely hang her from the ceiling beams and whip her!
Terrified, Qin Yuyan shrank her neck.
Compared to her, Song Tingye was rather calm, his mouth more stubborn than a dead duck.
"Brother-in-law, I had a Chinese question I didn't know how to do, so I went to the study to look up the answer on your computer."
Qin Yuhe: "Were you so absorbed in secretly watching people kiss that your brain went numb, making you think I'd actually believe such nonsense?"
Song Tingye's heart trembled.
He felt he could still try to argue his way out.
"Brother-in-law, what are you talking about? What watching people kiss? Don't wrong an honest person. Everyone for miles around knows I'm a good, honest kid. How could I possibly watch that kind of unhealthy stuff?"
Qin Yuhe: "There is hotpot base smeared on the mouse."
Song Tingye covered his forehead with his hand.
Damn! Too careless! If only he had known to wash his hands before doing something bad!
Seeing that this brat had stopped making excuses, Qin Yuhe turned to the other brat. "Qin Yuyan!"
Suddenly called out, Qin Yuyan fell into the terror of being dominated.
Qin Yuhe: "What exactly were you doing in the study just now?"
Qin Yuyan: "I... I..."
Song Tingye: "Brother-in-law, don't misunderstand. Just now in the study, I was the only one secretly watching people kiss. Qin Yuyan bumped into me, and I threatened her to keep quiet, which is why she's stammering and afraid to tell the truth."
Qin Yuyan abruptly looked up at Song Tingye, her clear eyes sparkling with starlight.
Song Tingye raised an eyebrow at her, smiling with youthful bravado.
Qin Yuhe released his grip on the backs of their necks.
Both Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief.
But before they could fully relax, Qin Yuhe stood in front of them, and their hearts leaped into their throats once again.
Naturally, Qin Yuhe wasn't fooled by Song Tingye's words.
His cold, deep gaze swept over Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan's lips.
"Did you two kiss just now?"
Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan instantly blushed.
Song Tingye: "That definitely didn't happen. Brother-in-law, don't talk nonsense. I'm a boy, so it doesn't matter if you say that about me, but the little princess is a girl. Aren't you ruining her reputation by saying such things?"
Qin Yuhe: "Was it you or me who was secretly watching people kiss with her just now? Am I ruining her reputation, or are you?"
Actually, at first, Song Tingye had no intention of watching that kind of video with Qin Yuyan; it was Qin Yuyan who suggested they watch it together.
As long as he said, "Qin Yuyan asked me to watch it with her," he could wash his hands clean of the matter.
Song Tingye said, "I was the one who dragged Qin Yuyan into watching that kind of video. A true man takes responsibility for his actions. Brother-in-law, if you're going to punish someone, just punish me."
The light in Qin Yuyan's eyes grew even brighter as she looked at Song Tingye.
Qin Yuhe brought over two durians and placed them on the floor in front of the two.
"Kneel."
Qin Yuyan thought that kneeling on a durian was still better than getting her bottom beaten so hard she couldn't get out of bed for seven days, so she bent down to kneel.
Song Tingye stretched out his arm to block her. "I'll kneel by myself. One knee on each durian."
"Since you want to kneel like that," Qin Yuhe brought over another durian, "I'll grant your wish. You kneel on two, and Qin Yuyan kneels on one."
Song Tingye was dumbfounded.
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Damn! His brother-in-law was too good at tormenting people!
What a demon king!
Worried that the demon king would increase the punishment if he hesitated for even a second, Song Tingye very readily dropped both knees onto the two durians.
His eyes instantly widened.
Holy crap! Damn it! It hurts!
Song Tingye wanted to save face, so he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
Seeing him kneeling on the durians without changing his expression, Qin Yuyan thought to herself, It seems kneeling on durians isn't that bad, it must not hurt that much.
Qin Yuyan bent her legs to kneel. Because she was wearing a skirt, her calves and a small section of her thighs were bare. The moment her tender skin touched the sharp spikes, she opened her cherry lips and screamed, "Ah——!"
This was worse than being hung from the ceiling beams and spanked!
Qin Yuhe gave her no choice. "Kneel properly."
Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye obediently knelt properly.
Qin Yuhe: "Remember this pain. If you do something this out of line again, I'll make you swallow durian rinds raw."
Song Tingye: "What if our intestines get pierced while swallowing the durian rinds?"
Qin Yuhe: "Then you die."
Song Tingye: "...Oh."
Qin Yuyan was used to being punished and immediately understood the underlying meaning behind Qin Yuhe saying he would make them swallow durian rinds.
She immediately promised, "Brother, don't worry, we'll never watch that kind of stuff again. Actually, we were just curious. We'd never seen it, so we wanted to take a look. We didn't plan on doing anything. Of course, watching that stuff is wrong. We've deeply realized our mistake and promise never to do it again."
Song Tingye raised three fingers. "I swear, I will never watch unhealthy videos again. I swear on my sister."
Qin Yuhe's cold eyes sharpened. "Why don't you swear on yourself?"
Song Tingye: "...I swear on myself."
Qin Yuhe walked toward the second floor, dropping one last sentence: "Kneel for a full eight hours."
The moment his figure disappeared up the spiral staircase, Song Tingye sprang up from the durians.
He looked at Qin Yuyan, who was still kneeling. "Stand up. He's already gone, what are you still kneeling for?"
Qin Yuyan: "It hasn't been eight hours yet."
Song Tingye: "Are you stupid? If you really kneel for eight hours, your knees will turn into a hornet's nest."
"Even though we won't kneel for eight hours, we can just say we did. It's not like your brother will know anyway."
Qin Yuyan stood up from the durian.
On the second floor, Qin Yuhe stood in the hallway by the railing, taking in every move of the two brats in the first-floor hall.
He didn't go back down to the first floor, but instead returned to his second-floor bedroom.
The moment he pushed the door open, he saw the woman on the bed was still sleeping.
When he fed her earlier, she had woken up for a bit, but now she was asleep again.
Every time they finished making love, she would sleep for a whole day and night. Unbelievable.
Qin Yuhe slipped into the covers, leaned in close, and embraced her from behind.
It was warm and cozy under the blankets.
He pressed against her back and buried his face in her neck, taking a deep breath of her scent.
In her sleep, half-dazed, Song Xinya felt something poking her.
She rolled over toward the edge of the bed.
Qin Yuhe reached out, scooped her back, and held her even tighter.
Song Xinya ended up being poked just like that for the entire night.
The next morning, it wasn't the alarm clock that woke Song Xinya. It was the man behind her, biting and licking her earlobe, sending a pleasurable jolt of electricity through her that roused her from sleep.
Her back was pressed tightly against his chest.
The warm, agile tip of his tongue traced down from her earlobe.
His hand, which had been wrapped around her slender waist, slid down along her lower abdomen toward her core.
Song Xinya shifted her legs, a wave of indescribable, tender soreness washing over her.
She pleaded, "Mr. Qin, I haven't recovered yet."
Qin Yuhe's voice was muffled against her neck. "I know."
Yet, the movements of his hands and mouth did not stop.
Song Xinya let out soft pants, her fingers curling tightly as they gripped the bedsheets.
Since he knew, she asked, "Then why aren't you stopping?"
"This is Mr. Qin's wake-up service," Qin Yuhe replied.
Blushing, her heartbeat growing increasingly chaotic, Song Xinya's voice came out in fragmented gasps. "Th-thank you... I... I'm already awake..."
Qin Yuhe finally lifted his lips from her fair, delicate back. He rolled over and lay flat on the bed.
As Song Xinya's senses slowly returned, she realized that she was completely naked.
The sticky sensation on her skin was gone; he had already cleaned her up.
But why hadn't he dressed her?
Turning around to look at him, she asked, "Why didn't you put any clothes on me?"
Qin Yuhe's large hand hooked around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. "I'm not wearing anything either."
Their bare skin pressed together without any barriers, sharing their warm body heat.
"I... I can feel that," Song Xinya said.
Her soft, supple body molded against his like a willow, her hands resting against his chest as her fingers traced small circles over his skin.
"I feel like I'm going to get pregnant."
Qin Yuhe gave a low chuckle. "And what makes you feel that way?"
"Last night..."
He had gone seven times in a single night.
Inside her, on the sheets, it was everywhere.
How could she possibly not get pregnant!
