Song Xinya felt as if she had a rabbit in her heart, thumping wildly against her chest.
She crouched down, her slender back curving into a smooth arch, and opened the cabinet beneath the TV. Looking as if she were incredibly busy, she kept rummaging through it.
Trying to cover up her nervousness.
"You go take a shower first. My good friend Tiantianquan gave me a pair of wine glasses. Let me find them, and we can have some red wine after you're done."
Qin Yuhe's fingers continued unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a large expanse of his lean, muscular chest, as smooth and fine as white jade.
"Alright, I'll wash up first."
The moment his tall, handsome figure disappeared, Song Xinya clutched her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
She secretly cursed herself for being so useless. He hadn't even taken off his clothes yet, and she was already excited to death.
After calming her emotions, she found the wine glasses and walked into the bedroom holding the red wine.
As soon as she entered, she heard the splashing sound of running water from the bathroom.
Song Xinya suddenly thought: what would he wear after his shower?
There were only bath towels in the bathroom.
Would he come out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his body?
She suddenly grew curious. Did he have abs?
What about his pecs? Were they hard?
Looking at his perfect broad shoulders and narrow waist, he probably did, right?
She hoped so; she liked men with good figures.
Song Xinya smiled speechlessly at herself. Seriously, why was her little head starting to run wild with thoughts again?
Thinking about how Qin Yuhe was the noble crown prince of the capital's elite circle, so pampered and precious, he probably wouldn't want to come out wearing just a towel.
Song Xinya went to find him some pajamas.
She walked into Song Tingye's room. Under the desk lamp, the slender young man was working on a test paper, his 0.5mm black gel pen making a rustling sound on the paper.
Song Tingye sat lazily in his chair, one hand holding the pen to solve problems, the other resting casually on the back of the chair.
"Sis, why are you here?"
Song Xinya: "Do you have any pajamas?"
Song Tingye: "In this hot weather, who wears pajamas to sleep? I always sleep naked with my bare butt out."
Song Xinya: "Do you think Mr. Qin would sleep bare-bottomed like you?"
Song Tingye thought for a moment and replied, "He probably wouldn't. He looks so proper, I can't imagine him sleeping naked."
Song Xinya: "I can't imagine it either."
Song Tingye stood up, went to the closet, and grabbed a set of blue pajamas. "Give this to my brother-in-law to wear. It's clean, I've never worn it."
Song Xinya took the pajamas back to the bedroom. The splashing sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.
She knocked on the door: "Mr. Qin, I've prepared some pajamas for you."
The bathroom door opened, and warm water vapor rushed out. The man's arm reached out, his muscles bulging with smooth lines. Winding veins stood out on his cold, pale skin, which was still slick with wet water droplets.
Song Xinya handed the pajamas to him. Through the crack of the open door, she caught a glimpse of his thigh—long, firm, and hard.
How could she describe the feeling at that moment? It was like, just seeing his powerful thigh, one could imagine the fierce explosive power this man possessed.
Song Xinya's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Qin Yuhe's hand grasped her arm, his palm damp and burning hot.
Song Xinya's heart fluttered. Was he planning to pull her into the bathroom?
His palm slid all the way down her soft, slender arm, the moisture from his hand leaving a wet trail on her skin.
The thin calluses at the base of his fingers rubbed against her skin. The touch was slightly rough, like sandpaper brushing past, carrying a force that raised faint red marks on her fair, tender skin.
When his palm slid down to hers, he took the pajamas: "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Song Xinya withdrew her hand, her arm tingling as if licked by countless cat tongues.
The bathroom door closed. Song Xinya turned around and walked back, feeling dizzy and intoxicated.
She hadn't even drunk the red wine yet, but she was already a little drunk.
She threw herself onto the soft blankets, lying on her stomach. Her soft nightgown clung to her figure, revealing the undulating curves of her waist and hips.
The bathroom door opened, and Qin Yuhe walked out, his gaze circling over her inch by inch.
He glanced at the wine glasses on the table. The glass walls were clean, with no trace of red wine residue.
Seeing that she was already lying on the bed, he walked straight toward it.
Song Xinya was trying to quiet her mind when she suddenly felt the mattress sink.
She looked up and saw Qin Yuhe sitting beside her.
She wasn't wearing a sexy style of nightgown, but rather a sweet one—a white, vintage-style mesh nightdress with a square collar, exposing her fair arms and calves.
At this moment, the collar slipped down, revealing half of a snow-white, fragrant shoulder.
"Since you don't want to drink, let's just get straight to it..."
Qin Yuhe placed his palm over her round shoulder and asked, "Do you prefer it from the front, or from the back?"
Song Xinya's face flushed like smudged rouge, even her earlobes turning a rosy pink.
How was she supposed to answer a question like that...
She sat up from the bed in a panic: "I think I'll have some red wine first."
Qin Yuhe's palm trailed down as she stood up, brushing past her beautiful back and tracing her slender waist. His fingers tangled briefly with the hem of her skirt before his palm was left empty.
The table with the red wine was placed against the wall of the other bedroom.
Song Xinya walked over, picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass, and downed it in one gulp.
She was in such a rush that she couldn't even taste the flavor of the 1.75 million RMB bottle of red wine.
Qin Yuhe walked over, poured her half a glass of red wine, and then poured half a glass for himself. He clinked his glass gently against hers, lowering the rim of his glass below hers.
"Red wine is better enjoyed slowly."
Song Xinya watched as he unhurriedly raised his glass, his beautifully shaped thin lips stained with a gorgeous crimson color.
As the wine entered his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled gently, and his tilted jawline drew out a bewitching sense of desire.
Following his elegant movements, she slowly sipped the red wine.
This time, she tasted the beauty of the high-end red wine.
The texture was as light as a cloud crawling across the tip of her tongue—silky smooth with a long, lingering finish. The flavors were rich in layers, like a perfect blend of black cherries, fresh flowers, minerals, and smoky new oak, leaving a delicate and sweet aftertaste.
It perfectly demonstrated an old saying: you get what you pay for.
After Song Xinya slowly finished her half glass of red wine, Qin Yuhe asked, "Are you satisfied with the taste of this red wine?"
Song Xinya hummed in agreement, smiling faintly, and replied, "No one could dislike this bottle of red wine."
Qin Yuhe said lightly, "I have plenty more in my private wine cellar. If you like it, I'll save it all for you."
No one dislikes sweet words. Song Xinya's lips, tinted by the red wine, curled up into a radiant smile, her face becoming vivid and animated.
Suddenly, her thighs were gripped by powerful hands. Her legs were parted, dangling on either side of his waist as she was lifted up.
A sense of weightlessness washed over her. Instinctively wanting to hold onto something, her soft hands wrapped around his neck.
Qin Yuhe sat her down on the table, his tall and imposing body standing between her legs.
He bent over, burying his strikingly handsome face into her neck. He rubbed gently, grinding slowly, as his wine-stained lips pressed heavily against her skin.
Pressing down on Song Xinya along with him was his overwhelming, dominant aura.
His unique, masculine scent lingered at her nose, carrying a mature, crisp undertone. It invaded her senses with an overpowering force, igniting her blood and surging through every inch of her body, leaving her mind and body in a state of tingling, dizzying euphoria.
How could she not understand? He was about to get to the main event...
A truly gorgeous man possessed a certain kind of magic, capable of igniting a person's deepest desires in an instant.
Just looking at his impossibly handsome, almost bewitching face was enough to send ripples of longing through her heart.
Especially now, as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his warm lips trailing down her skin, kissing her inch by agonizing inch...
