"No, this..."
Seeing that a massive disaster was about to unfold, Song Xinya was fraught with anxiety.
Seven times had already left her half-dead.
Thirteen times, she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three days!
Song Xinya anxiously stretched out her hand in a dramatic stop gesture: "Listen to my explanation."
Qin Yuhe: "Explanation is just a cover-up, a cover-up is the truth, and the harder a person tries to explain, the guiltier they prove to be."
Song Xinya: "Then what if I don't say anything?"
Qin Yuhe: "Tacit admission of the truth."
Didn't that mean, no matter what, it translated to her wanting to do it with him thirteen times in one night?
He had all the logic on his side.
Qin Yuhe walked toward the double bed, his wet slippers leaving a trail of water marks on the floor.
Song Xinya stared at him unblinking.
Reason told her that it would be better to look down and avoid his gaze right now.
But reason was defeated.
Her lustful heart gained the upper hand.
It was her first time seeing him walk out without a shirt, wrapped only in a bath towel.
The beautiful male body was dripping with water; crystal-clear droplets slid across his bulging chest muscles, fell onto his well-defined abs, and flowed further down, disappearing into the mysterious zone in the middle.
Song Xinya's gaze followed that droplet of water, looking toward the area below Qin Yuhe's waist.
There was a faint outline.
She swallowed hard.
The footsteps drew closer, and the distance between the two grew shorter.
This bedroom was huge, but because of his approach, Song Xinya felt psychologically that the space was shrinking.
Looking at him at such close quarters, she opened and closed her mouth, asking, "Thirteen times a night, can you even handle that?"
Qin Yuhe: "You should be asking if you can handle it."
Song Xinya was very self-aware: "I can't."
She ducked under the covers, pulling the quilt up over her head: "Sleep!"
Qin Yuhe walked to the bedside and patted the little bulge on the bed: "Can you change this habit of playing ostrich whenever you encounter a problem?"
Song Xinya gripped the quilt tightly with both hands, her muffled voice coming from within: "Being an ostrich is better than being a corpse."
She couldn't just lie there obediently and let him do her to death!
Thirteen times a night would literally kill someone!
Qin Yuhe: "You were the one who took the initiative to invite me for thirteen times just now, why are you backing out in the blink of an eye?"
When did she invite him?
Who invited him?
Who invited him?
Speaking of this, Song Xinya needed to have a proper talk with him.
Throwing off the covers, she picked up her phone from the nightstand and showed him the call log.
"I was on the phone with Zhang Yingying just now. She told me not to share a room with you and to sleep in separate rooms, which is why I said I wanted to do it thirteen times with you tonight."
Qin Yuhe: "I once read a quote in a book, from the Emperor of the French Empire, Napoleon: Never do what your enemy wants you to do, for the simple reason that your enemy wants you to do it."
Song Xinya deeply agreed with this statement: "Exactly, if she tells me not to do it, am I just not going to do it? I'm not her slave, why should I listen to her."
Qin Yuhe: "The more she tells you not to do it, the more you have to do it."
Song Xinya nodded heavily: "Yeah!"
Qin Yuhe's palm slid onto her thigh: "Let's begin."
He had just taken a shower, and his body still held the chill of icy water. His palm right now wasn't its usual scorching heat, but rather ice-cold like jade.
His freezing hand covered her thigh, his fingers caressing her hot, soft skin.
From her knee to the root of her thigh, from the outside to the inside, the cool, large hand felt like a venomous snake trying to burrow into a warm, damp cave.
A sense of danger instantly enveloped Song Xinya.
Her scalp tingled.
What she had been trying to express to him all along was a truce for tonight.
What had her mouth said?
Do it with him.
This... this this this...
How could her words not match her heart?
What came out of her mouth and what she thought in her heart were entirely two different things.
Qin Yuhe seemed to see through her thoughts, asking, "Do you need me to replay our conversation from just now for you?"
Song Xinya: "No need, I don't have amnesia, I've remembered everything."
She finally realized that her train of thought had been led by Qin Yuhe the entire time, and without realizing it, she had happily jumped right into his trap.
In front of him, her brain was like it had been slammed in a door, hopelessly stupid.
In the split second that Song Xinya panicked, her hands were seized by him, and her soft, delicate body was pinned down.
Qin Yuhe pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand.
He buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath: "So fragrant."
The weight of the man pressing down on her, his tall and robust body covering her tightly.
Every time this happened, Song Xinya felt completely powerless. The difference in strength between men and women was simply too vast; she couldn't resist him in the slightest.
Qin Yuhe's fingers were very nimble, peeling aside her thin, intimate little fabric, his fingertips slipping in from the side.
"Did you apply the medicine?"
Song Xinya whimpered, her voice full of grievance: "If I didn't apply the medicine, I wouldn't even be able to walk."
Qin Yuhe chuckled softly: "Does it really hurt that much?"
Song Xinya: "Otherwise, in the next life, you be the woman and I'll be the man, and I'll let you experience this kind of pain."
A deep laugh rolled from Qin Yuhe's chest: "I still prefer being a man."
He opened his mouth and bit her ear, his lips spitting out two very dirty words:
"F*ck you."
Song Xinya's eyes widened, simply unable to believe that someone who was usually so noble and elegant would actually say these two words.
All of her body's senses were overwhelmed by shock, and immediately after, she felt as if she had been thrown into a sauna, unbearably hot.
She blushed a deep, embarrassed red.
Her heart thumped wildly.
Fortunately, his job required frequent business trips. If he stayed home every day and she was with him every day, she would definitely get a heart attack.
Wanting to ease this intense emotion, Song Xinya shifted her gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony.
The windows that took up an entire wall had no curtains drawn.
Because when Qin Yuhe did that kind of thing, he didn't like drawing the curtains.
It was his kink.
However, there was no need to worry about being seen, because it was one-way glass; people outside couldn't see in.
After his shower, the icy touch on his body gradually faded. Song Xinya could clearly feel Qin Yuhe's body temperature steadily rising.
The arrow was on the string.
That feeling was—
Having just eaten dinner, but feeling so, so hungry inside, wanting to devour her to relieve this emptiness.
Qin Yuhe lifted his head from Song Xinya's neck, slowly moved down, opened his mouth, and bit her on the chest.
"Really can't?"
Physiological tears welled up in Song Xinya's pupils, her eyelids tinged with a sheer layer of red. Her beautiful eyes were wet, as if water could drip from them.
"Mmhmm."
Qin Yuhe rolled over and lay on his side, his arms spread wide, one resting on her and the other on the outside of the bed.
The third day after returning from his business trip.
His wife had rejected his advances.
