Song Xinya felt like she hadn't drunk enough. The sensations were incredibly vivid; the skin his lips had kissed felt as if it were roasting over an open flame, as if an electric current had shot right through it.
Uncontrollably, her heart beat so fast it felt like it would burst from her chest.
His fiery lips kissed her chest, continuing their descent.
She felt like she could hardly bear it anymore, her heart ready to leap out.
If she had known, she would have drunk more and gotten herself completely wasted. She could have just passed out and let him treat her like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Qin Yuhe's palm rested on her back, giving her a firm push forward.
Song Xinya thrust her chest out and tilted her head back, her slender swan-like neck stretching into a beautiful curve.
This posture made it much easier for him to kiss her.
His scalding kisses fell one after another, lingering with the rich scent of red wine, carrying an undeniable and passionate intimacy.
Song Xinya's breathing grew increasingly erratic. Her fingers, resting on the table, dug tightly into the surface, nearly leaving little dents in the otherwise smooth wood.
She was flustered, nervous, and throbbing with anticipation. Her arms trembled, causing her hand to slide to the side and bump into the red wine bottle.
With a loud clatter, the wine bottle tipped over on the table. The red liquid flowed out, and the rich, fragrant aroma of the wine drifted through the entire room.
The red wine spilled everywhere across the table. Just a second before it could stain Song Xinya's white nightgown, Qin Yuhe's arm scooped up her slender waist, lifting her entire body with a single arm.
The hem of her skirt remained flawlessly white, blooming like a tulip and drawing a gorgeous arc in the air. A moment later, he pressed her down onto the table.
She propped her hands on the table, a gasp escaping her crimson lips: Ah, Mr. Qin...
Her voice trembled delicately, soft and enchanting, drifting into his ears with a crisp sweetness.
It tickled the heart. It was incredibly seductive.
Qin Yuhe embraced Song Xinya from behind, their combined weight pressing together.
Song Xinya nestled obediently in his arms.
The table bumped against the wall, making a loud thud.
Qin Yuhe held her waist with one hand and steadied the table with the other.
His palm covered her smooth shoulder as his fingers hooked her shoulder strap, pulling it down.
Song Xinya's hands, propped on the table, trembled once more.
The table hit the wall again. Thud.
The thin strap of the nightgown slipped off her shoulder.
Just as the temperature was steadily rising, a knocking sound came from the wall.
Song Tingye's voice carried over clearly from the other side of the wall, sounding as if he were standing right next to them: What are you doing? What are you doing? Thud, thud, thud. Sister, brother-in-law, keep it down, you're interrupting my studies.
Qin Yuhe paused his movements to undress Song Xinya.
Song Xinya whispered: The soundproofing in this house is terrible.
The two of them then heard Song Tingye say: You can say that again. Even if you whisper, I can hear it loud and clear.
The room fell silent, and the two could hear the rustling sound of Song Tingye's pen writing on his test paper.
Qin Yuhe: Is this wall built out of air?
Song Tingye: You can say that again. We share a single alarm clock with the ten rooms next door.
Song Xinya's reason, which had been boiling with lust, rapidly cooled down. If she and Qin Yuhe did it tonight, wouldn't it be a live broadcast for Song Tingye the entire time?
Her younger brother was only seventeen this year. A high school student about to enter his senior year. He was at a crucial juncture in his studies.
Song Xinya turned her head to look at Qin Yuhe. Her soft red lips were very close to his thin lips, almost touching.
He looked down into her eyes and read the words "another day" in her pupils.
He really wanted to do it right now. But Qin Yuhe was a perfectionist with extremely high standards for everything. If he was going to do it, he wanted it to be perfect. Once he started, he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.
Both of them could tell that today's setting was inappropriate. Even if they forced it today, he wouldn't be able to fully enjoy himself.
The fingers that had hooked off her nightgown strap loosened, and his chest pulled away from her back.
Song Xinya adjusted her half-removed clothes. Knowing she had ruined Qin Yuhe's mood, she didn't know how to face him for a moment. She picked up a towel and squatted on the floor to wipe up the spilled red wine.
The moment the towel in her hand absorbed the red wine, a shadow was cast over her head, and then her entire body was enveloped in it.
Qin Yuhe crouched beside her and snatched the towel from her hand: I'll clean it up.
Song Xinya raised her drooping eyelashes, looking at Qin Yuhe, and saw that his expression was cool and calm.
Are you not angry?
Why would I be angry? Qin Yuhe wiped the floor with the towel. His cold, pale, and clean fingers were stained with the bright red wine, but he didn't mind in the slightest and continued wiping the floor.
Your concerns are perfectly reasonable. Among marital duties, there is one called mutual respect. As your husband, I believe I should respect your wishes.
Is this what he meant by treating each other with the respect of guests? Song Xinya thought to herself. It felt pretty good.
At this moment, his long, straight eyelashes were cast downward like raven feathers. Her moist, watery eyes secretly observed him.
Suddenly, he looked up at her. His eyes were dark, deep, and bottomless. Staring straight at her, he said: Sooner or later, you will be mine.
What an overbearing thing to say.
Song Xinya's eyelashes fluttered intensely.
...
The lights in the room were turned off, and the night was pitch black.
The two lay on the double bed, each occupying their own side.
The door leading from the bedroom to the balcony had been left open, and the summer night breeze blew in, carrying sweltering heat.
Song Xinya wasn't afraid of the heat; she was afraid of the cold.
There was no air conditioning in the room, only a single fan blowing.
Song Xinya knew that Qin Yuhe had certainly never slept in such a shabby environment. He must be uncomfortable, and she felt a bit apologetic.
Song Xinya rolled over to face him, looking at him by the silvery moonlight: Mr. Qin, are you hot?
Qin Yuhe didn't hide his true feelings and replied: Yes.
Song Xinya: Why don't you go stay at a nearby hotel?
Qin Yuhe turned to look at her: What, are you trying to kick me out?
... Song Xinya: No, I'm just worried you'll be too hot, which is why I suggested you stay at a hotel. The environment there is really nice, and you'd be much more comfortable.
The main point Qin Yuhe caught onto was: How do you know the environment at that hotel is nice?
Had she stayed there?
With whom?
Qin Yuhe's gaze sharpened.
Song Xinya: When I was in college, I worked a summer job at that hotel, so I'm quite familiar with it.
Qin Yuhe's eyes softened.
Song Xinya reached out and placed her palm on Qin Yuhe's forehead, feeling it gently.
Qin Yuhe's body stiffened: What are you doing?
Song Xinya: Checking to see if your forehead is sweaty.
Qin Yuhe had thought she was getting in the mood again, but that wasn't it.
Song Xinya rubbed the dampness on her fingertips and sat up in bed: I'll get some ice cubes to put next to you. It'll make you cooler.
Qin Yuhe: It's late. Don't trouble yourself.
Song Xinya got out of bed and jogged past the balcony, her slender and graceful figure casting a beautiful silhouette in the moonlight.
It's no trouble. There's ice in the fridge, I just need to take it out.
She walked over to the fridge in the living room and filled a washbasin with ice cubes.
Just as she reached out to lift the heavy basin, a pair of large hands beat her to it and lifted it away.
Qin Yuhe walked in front, with Song Xinya following behind him.
Why did you get up?
To help my wife carry things.
He said it with such a straight face that Song Xinya had to smile.
After placing the block of ice on a chair, Song Xinya adjusted the fan so it blew directly over the ice.
She clapped her hands together with a tone of triumph. "Eco-friendly, all-natural air conditioning, successfully installed."
The corners of Qin Yuhe's lips curled up into a smile. "Excellent," he praised.
He lay back down on the bed, feeling that the heat had finally become bearable.
It was getting late into the night, and Song Xinya was genuinely exhausted. The moment her head hit the pillow, her mind began to grow fuzzy with sleep.
Just as she was drifting off, Qin Yuhe's voice murmured by her ear. "The way I kissed you earlier... did you like it?"
The memory of his incredibly sensual kiss made Song Xinya's cheeks flush so hot that her sleepiness evaporated instantly.
"Why... why are you asking that?"
Qin Yuhe replied in that same deadpan tone, "In my opinion, making love is just like doing coursework. It requires pre-class preparation, serious focus during the lesson, post-class review, and continuous, endless revision."
"When I kissed you this time, we were doing our pre-class prep. So, I want to evaluate the results of our preparation. Did you like it when I started by kissing your neck, and then trailed my kisses lower?"
Song Xinya: "......"
She was completely at a loss for words.
