"If it gets wet, it gets wet. I want to sleep, I just want to sleep, I want to sleep."
Half asleep, Song Xinya mumbled, rolled over, and turned her backside toward Qin Yuhe.
She was completely naked at the moment.
The lines of the woman's back were soft and smooth. From her shoulders winding down to the dimples of her lower back, it resembled a shallow crescent moon, gradually narrowing before the curves smoothly flared out again at her hips, full and perky.
The view was too beautiful; he couldn't look at it for too long.
Qin Yuhe reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and flipped her back over.
The frontal view was equally provocative, making his nose run hot.
A vein throbbed at Qin Yuhe's temple.
He tried to get her to lift her arm. She raised her hand, and her palm slapped right across his face. A particularly loud smack rang out in the quiet room—Slap!
Qin Yuhe's face was knocked to the side, branded with a clear handprint.
In all his life, this was the first time anyone had ever slapped Young Master Qin in the face.
The red handprint stood out glaringly against his cool, pale skin.
It actually hurt quite a bit.
A fiery pain spread inside his mouth.
Qin Yuhe's slapped cheek began to swell.
Meanwhile, Miss Song, the assailant, fell into a sweet slumber, letting out faint snores.
Qin Yuhe turned his face back, looked at the woman sleeping so blissfully on the bed, and poked the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue.
"Sleeping pretty soundly, aren't you, Song Xinya."
Song Xinya was indeed sleeping very soundly; she couldn't hear a word he said.
Qin Yuhe touched his cheek, looked down, and picked up a towel. Bearing his swollen face, he helped wipe the water off her body.
After drying her body, still sporting his swollen face, he helped blow-dry her hair.
The hairdryer was silent and wouldn't make any noise to disturb her sleep.
Worried about burning her, Qin Yuhe set the temperature to medium, not daring to make it too hot.
The hairdryer blew out a warm current of air as his well-defined fingers ran through her smooth, long hair.
She had a lot of hair; the thick locks cascaded down like a waterfall.
Sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, Qin Yuhe was patient and unhurried, carefully and gently drying her hair strand by strand.
Because the hairdryer was set to a low temperature and she had so much hair, his arm was already sore by the time her beautiful hair was completely dry.
Qin Yuhe shook out his arm, wondering to himself if she usually got this tired when drying her own hair.
Putting the hairdryer away, he took out a brand-new bedsheet.
Worried that she might catch a cold lying there naked, he pulled her into his arms and dressed her in a nightgown, as if caring for a helpless little baby.
Since he needed to change the sheets, he picked her up from the bed and laid her down on the sofa.
He placed a row of soft cushions on the floor next to the sofa.
Only then did Qin Yuhe turn around to change the bedsheet.
Once the sheet was changed, he turned back, walked over to the sofa, bent down, and crouched beside her. With a gentle and soft expression in his eyes, he quietly looked at her.
She was so well-behaved; she hadn't fallen off the sofa.
Such a good baby had to be rewarded.
Then he would reward her with a kiss.
Qin Yuhe lowered his head and kissed her lips.
He scooped her up from the sofa and into his arms.
The soft lighting washed over the man, outlining his lean, sharp physique. Tall and unconstrained, standing proud and straight, he carried the woman toward the double bed.
He pulled back the quilt, placed her into the soft, comfortable bed, and tucked the covers in around her.
The room was a mess. There were water droplets dripping on the floor, a bedsheet stained with bodily fluids, and water splashed everywhere in the bathroom.
Qin Yuhe was a man with great bedroom virtues. Not only did he earnestly perform foreplay for his partner beforehand, and perform fiercely and skillfully during the act, but he also provided aftercare—
While his wife lay softly sleeping, he mopped the floor, washed the bedsheets, and hand-washed her panties.
By the time he finished everything, it was already 1:00 PM.
Qin Yuhe lay down on the bed, hooked his finger, and pulled Song Xinya into his embrace.
Before going to sleep, he picked up his phone and instructed the servants to give Qin Yuyan and Song Tingye one steamed cornbread each for both lunch and dinner.
Don't misunderstand; President Qin wasn't worried about the two bratty kids going hungry. He was just worried about being disturbed while sleeping with his wife in his arms.
...
Time skipped to noon the next day.
When Song Xinya woke up, she felt warm all over.
It was as if a dense drumbeat was sounding by her ear, thump, thump, thump, vigorous and powerful.
The arm Qin Yuhe had wrapped around her waist had too strong of a presence. Like a coiling python, it bound her tightly against his chest.
Song Xinya felt like a baby kangaroo tucked into its mother's pouch.
She was completely surrounded by his body heat, warm and hot.
He was holding her so tightly that Song Xinya felt a little breathless.
Why was he hugging her so tightly? It wasn't like she was the Fragrant Concubine who could turn into a butterfly and fly away.
Song Xinya pressed her hands against his chest and her feet against his thighs, pushing outward with all her might.
A deep voice dropped from above her head: "What are you doing, having a tug-of-war on my body?"
Song Xinya: "...Did I disturb your sleep?"
Qin Yuhe: "With you making such a huge fuss, it'd be hard for me not to be disturbed."
Song Xinya smiled sheepishly. "I want to get out of your embrace to get some fresh air."
Qin Yuhe: "You want to get some fresh air in another man's embrace?"
Song Xinya: "......Mr. Qin, I know an ENT doctor with exceptional medical skills. I'll introduce you to him, you should go get your ears checked."
Qin Yuhe rolled over, pinning her beneath him. Leaning over her, he said, "Sure, I'll go see the ENT, and you can go see the gynecologist. When the doctor asks how you got injured, you can say it was from your husband doing you all night."
Song Xinya's face flushed bright red.
Forget it. She couldn't compete with President Qin when it came to being shameless, because she truly was no match.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, a wicked smile curled at the corners of Qin Yuhe's lips.
He reached out and pinched her cheek. "How are you so easy to tease? I just say one thing to you and you blush."
Song Xinya grumbled inwardly, You don't even consider what kind of things you're saying.
A rumbling sound reached both of their ears.
It was Song Xinya's stomach singing.
She was already blushing, but this rumbling sound was especially loud, making Song Xinya feel even more mortified.
Qin Yuhe said, "I'm hungry. Get up and eat with me."
He got up, got out of bed, took a set of women's clothes from the closet, placed it beside her, and then started changing his own clothes.
...
The two of them arrived at the first-floor hall.
A bitter scent of traditional Chinese medicine hit them in the face.
Song Xinya looked toward the source of the smell, the kitchen.
Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan were standing by the gas stove, tinkering with something.
Something was boiling in the iron pot, with clouds of steam floating above it.
Song Xinya walked over and looked into the pot, her eyes met with a patch of bright green.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Yuyan: "Xiaoye and I dug up some shepherd's purse in the backyard, and we're going to boil it to eat."
Song Tingye picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a large bunch of the bright green leaves from the pot. "It's cooked, we can eat it. I'll take a bite first to taste it."
Song Tingye opened his mouth wide and stuffed the large bunch of greens into his mouth.
Qin Yuhe raised his eyes and looked over. "That's cat's eye grass. After eating it, I guarantee you'll be vomiting and having diarrhea, get food poisoning, and end up in the ICU."
The wild vegetables that Song Tingye had just stuffed into his mouth were instantly spat back out with a loud "Blegh—".
Oh my god, I was this close to actually joining my mom in the grave!
