Song Xinya lay beneath Qin Yuhe. Although her mind was so overwhelmed by his fierce and intense masculine energy that her reason was crumbling, she still managed to sense the shift in his emotions.
She was a sensitive person.
During her childhood, she had gone through experiences similar to his.
The day after her mother died, Song Xuanli brought Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying into their home, and from that moment on, she no longer had a family.
The house was still the same house, but without her mother, it could no longer be called a home.
It was taken over by the mother and daughter duo, Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying. The belongings in her bedroom were thrown out, and the room she had lived in since she was a baby became Zhang Yingying's bedroom.
She was driven out to live in the servant's quarters.
Clinging to a sliver of hope, she had begged her father, Song Xuanli, for help.
Song Xuanli only told her, What does it matter where you sleep? Yingying is your sister from now on. What is wrong with an older sister yielding to her younger sister? Isn't that how it should be?
Her hope turned into despair.
When she first started getting bullied, Song Xuanli never stood up for her. His dismissive and indifferent attitude toward her made everyone else realize that she had no one backing her up, that she was entirely alone and easy to exploit. From then on, her nightmare truly began.
Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying began to belittle, insult, and frame her, both out in the open and in the shadows.
Song Xinya's childhood was a rainstorm, one that had never once stopped.
Her childhood experiences gifted Song Xinya with highly sensitive emotional perception.
As a little girl, she would often spiral into self-doubt. Her father didn't like her, and the people in the house didn't like her. Was it because she wasn't good enough? Was it because she was inherently an unlikable person?
Now, looking into Qin Yuhe's eyes, Song Xinya saw that exact same uncertainty and self-doubt. It was as if she were looking at her younger self.
She held his face in both of her hands and told him, while also telling the little girl she used to be, Do not let yourself fall into self-doubt, and absolutely never invalidate yourself based on other people's perspectives. Always remember that you deserve to be loved by everyone. If someone doesn't like you, it is entirely their fault!
Qin Yuhe smiled faintly and asked, Song Xinya, are you at fault?
Song Xinya replied, No.
If it was someone else's fault for not liking him, then that meant—
No fault meant she liked him.
Not hating didn't necessarily mean liking, but liking definitely meant not hating.
Just knowing that she didn't hate him was enough to make his mood instantly brighten.
Qin Yuhe lowered his head and kissed Song Xinya on the lips.
He asked her, Do you have any plans for tomorrow?
Song Xinya replied, No.
Qin Yuhe said, I made plans for you.
Song Xinya asked, What plans?
Qin Yuhe replied, We are going to spend it in bed.
She reached out to weakly pound his chest with her soft, pale hands, but he easily caught her wrists.
He picked up a black necktie resting nearby and used it to blindfold her.
With her vision stripped away, her senses of smell, hearing, touch, and taste were infinitely magnified.
It was an unprecedented experience.
Absolutely wonderful.
He tasted her deeply, whispering filthy words into her ear.
He craved her pale, jade-like legs, was intoxicated by her soft curves, and drowned himself in her enchanting, slender waist.
He moved with force, ruthlessly and heavily.
In this moment, he tore away his ascetic exterior, trampling his refined manners and crushing his aloofness to dust.
He took her, again and again.
He was a devout believer, her body was his temple, and she—
She was the holy scripture he worshipped.
He leafed through her pages, his fingers caressing, his teeth biting, his lips kissing, and his tongue tasting.
He left mark after mark upon his scripture, filling up all of its blank spaces.
At this moment, he was half beast and half god.
He was mad, he was fierce, and he rode with wild abandon.
Song Xinya was dragged into a whirlpool of deep desire, sinking into the depths of depravity right alongside him.
The corners of her eyes burned a bright red.
Her hands wrapped tightly around his back.
Her fingertips dug deep into the flesh of his back.
She left long, bloody scratches down his pale skin.
Every single nerve in her body trembled until she went completely soft.
At this moment, desire was no longer something shameful, but the ultimate pleasure!
Song Xinya felt like a piece of duckweed floating in the ocean, entirely rootless, drifting aimlessly.
Her body swayed and rocked with his every movement.
Her snow-white, delicate skin rippled with sensual waves.
The black tie covered her eyes, and because she couldn't see, it felt as though he was acting even more recklessly.
So fierce and so heavy.
Her tears completely soaked the pillow.
Song Xinya's consciousness gradually blurred. The only thing she knew was that at the exact moment she completely passed out, Qin Yuhe was still enthusiastically plowing away.
When she finally regained consciousness, she felt her body suspended in the air as a pair of strong arms carried her.
Crystal clear tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and two pitiful tear tracks stained her fair cheeks.
Her trembling, delicate voice carried a hint of grievance and fear as she asked, Is it over?
Qin Yuhe held her securely in his arms and said, It's over.
Song Xinya pushed against him, struggling to roll back onto the bed. Let me sleep.
Qin Yuhe said, You sweat a lot. I'm going to give you a bath.
Song Xinya was so exhausted she couldn't even keep her eyes open. No bath, I'm going straight to sleep.
Qin Yuhe said, No, you're too dirty.
Song Xinya still had one thing on her mind. You can't wash me. If you wash it all out, how am I supposed to get pregnant?
Qin Yuhe was speechless.
There is no rush to get pregnant.
Song Xinya replied, I am in a rush.
If she got pregnant, she would be able to sleep well every night and wouldn't have to be this exhausted anymore.
Qin Yuhe carried her toward the bathroom.
Leaning against his chest, Song Xinya felt a sudden prick of light against her eyes as they passed by the window.
She first raised a hand to block the glare, then opened her eyes to a narrow slit and peeked out the window.
It was broad daylight.
The curtains hadn't been drawn all night.
And the window hadn't been closed, either.
Song Xinya felt a spike of worry. Did someone see us entirely naked last night?
Qin Yuhe replied, There is a lake outside the window. Who is going to look at us, the goldfish and the shrimp?
Song Xinya's brain was already a muddled mess of paste, and it was only after he pointed it out that she remembered their room's window faced the lake.
He carried her into the bathroom.
The bathtub was already filled with hot water, a layer of red rose petals scattered across the surface.
Pink scented candles were placed on the sink, the edge of the bathtub, and the storage shelves.
A light, elegant fragrance drifted through the entire bathroom, and the flickering candlelight created an atmosphere of lingering romance.
Qin Yuhe lowered Song Xinya into the bathtub, then stepped his long, athletic legs in and sat down right behind her.
His aura was highly invasive, carrying a forceful, piercing dominance.
Fortunately, the bathtub was large enough that Song Xinya still had room to move.
She paddled her hands in the water and scooted all the way to the front of the tub.
He simply reached out a long arm, hooked his hand around her soft waist, and pulled her right back.
The water churned as the distance between their bodies completely vanished, pressing them tightly together.
He embraced her from behind, burying his handsome face in the crook of her neck.
They could both feel each other's skin, smooth and delicate, warm and firm.
Song Xinya closed her eyes, leaning against Qin Yuhe's chest as if she had no bones.
Let's just wash. The sooner we wash, the sooner we can sleep.
Qin Yuhe murmured, Wait a moment.
He gripped the back of her neck with one hand and pinched her soft waist with the other.
He pressed her firmly against the edge of the bathtub.
So much for just giving her a bath, he was starting all over again!
What a liar!
