Song Xinya stood at the door, watching Qin Yuhe eat mulberries.
It would make sense if a man with a weak constitution ate mulberries, but why was a strong, robust man like him eating something meant to boost virility? If he boosted it any further, wasn't he afraid his kidneys would explode?
Qin Yuhe looked up at Song Xinya. "Why are you just standing there? Come in."
Song Xinya wanted to run.
Seeing her stand still, Qin Yuhe sat up from the bed, walked over to her, took her hand, and led her toward the double bed.
Song Xinya could clearly feel his palm—damp, strong, and warmer than usual.
His searing body heat scorched her skin.
She was pressed down to sit on the edge of the bed.
His hands rested heavily on her shoulders.
Song Xinya braced herself, fully prepared for Qin Yuhe to pin her to the bed and initiate battle right then and there.
But the result was entirely unexpected—
His fingers combed through her soft, damp hair. "You didn't blow-dry your hair?"
Song Xinya replied, "I did. But it makes my arms too tired to dry it all the way. I usually just dry it halfway and let it air-dry."
Qin Yuhe had helped her dry her hair once before. Her thick hair spread out like dark clouds, cascading in fluffy, voluminous layers. It looked beautiful, but washing and drying it was truly a time-consuming and exhausting chore.
"Sleeping with wet hair makes it easy to catch a cold."
He picked up the hairdryer. "I'll dry it for you."
His long, elegant fingers sifted through her dark, shiny hair strand by strand. He had set the airflow to medium—gentle and unhurried—and the temperature to medium as well, ensuring it wouldn't damage her hair.
The warm breeze blowing against her scalp felt incredibly soothing.
Song Xinya tilted her head back slightly, closing her eyes in contentment as she enjoyed President Qin's service.
Her black strands fluttered in the air from the force of the wind.
The room filled with the scent of shampoo and conditioner, a sweet and elegant rose fragrance.
Qin Yuhe was standing while Song Xinya was sitting. When she opened her eyes, her gaze landed right on his abdomen.
He was shirtless, leaving the firm, defined lines of his abdominal muscles on full display.
It was her first time looking at his abs from such a close distance.
Qin Yuhe had the kind of physique that looked lean in clothes but muscular without them. His waistline tapered sharply, and his abs were perfectly symmetrical. The muscle definition was clean and exquisite, with a hard, smooth contour that oozed the power and sex appeal of a mature man.
While he dried her hair, she secretly admired his abs.
He was wearing gray sweatpants, and Song Xinya's eyes darted downward for a split second.
Whoosh—she quickly snapped her gaze back up to his abs.
She couldn't let Qin Yuhe catch her.
Above her head, Qin Yuhe was watching her every move.
The hairdryer clicked off. He looked down at her and said, "Song Xinya, if you want to look, just look openly. Don't be a coward with dirty thoughts."
Song Xinya: "...I wasn't peeking on purpose. It's just that your waist is right in front of my eyes, and your abs are blocking my line of sight. I couldn't ignore them even if I tried."
Qin Yuhe: "And how do you explain that little downward glance?"
Song Xinya: "The drawstring on your waist keeps swaying back and forth. I was looking at your drawstring."
Qin Yuhe's fingers brushed against her cheek, slowly caressing her skin before sliding down to gently pinch her delicate chin, tilting her face up.
He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips.
"No matter how stubborn your mouth is, it still feels soft when I kiss it."
The soft, slightly cool sensation pressed over her lips, leaving Song Xinya in a momentary daze.
In that split second of distraction, he pushed her down onto the bed.
His heavy weight pressed over her.
The bow tied around her slender, soft waist was pulled undone by his fingers.
The silk nightgown wrapping her graceful curves fell open to the sides, like the wrapping paper of a freshly opened gift.
Qin Yuhe looked down at her and chuckled, seemingly speechless. "When I'm not home, you take off your bra the second you walk through the door. But when I am home, you wear it to bed. You've got your priorities backward, Mrs. Qin."
He even knew about her habit of taking off her bra as soon as she got home.
Song Xinya's face flushed crimson. "You were spying on me again!"
Qin Yuhe's large hand caressed her slender neck, his palm wandering down the curve of her throat.
"I wasn't spying. We're legally married. I was looking openly and honestly."
His other hand, resting at her waist, gave her a firm pinch.
Song Xinya's small face scrunched up from the pinch. She let out a soft cry, her upper body arching up.
Qin Yuhe slid his arm into the gap between her back and the mattress.
His fingers found that row of tiny hooks.
For a man encountering them for the first time, undoing that row of little hooks was no easier than dismantling a clock.
Song Xinya offered thoughtfully, "I'll unhook it myself."
Suddenly, she felt a release—he had already undone the row of hooks.
Astonished, Song Xinya asked, "How are you so skilled at this?"
Qin Yuhe: "I'm a natural-born bra-unhooking master."
His deft hand slipped straight in, easily taking her into his palm.
Caught off guard by the cool touch of his skin, Song Xinya's body trembled with embarrassment, a short gasp escaping her lips.
"You..."
Qin Yuhe's other hand reached lower, his fingertips hooking under the sheer fabric and slipping inside.
Soft, sensitive, and trembling pants spilled from Song Xinya's throat.
She pressed her feet against the bedsheets, bending her bare legs as she tried to scoot backward, pushing the neat sheets into a mess of wrinkles.
"Mr. Qin, I want to discuss something with you."
Qin Yuhe's gaze trailed up from her kicking ankles, over the smooth curves of her calves, past her fair thighs, and up to her exposed chest.
The warm light baked the messy bedsheets. The woman, her face flushed and her clothes disheveled, lay open before him.
Qin Yuhe's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, his voice turning husky. "What is it?"
Song Xinya closed her long legs, pulling the edges of her clothes together. Lowering her eyelashes, she said, "It's just that I have work tomorrow. Can we... only do it three times tonight?"
The air fell into silence.
Song Xinya lifted her eyes, shot Qin Yuhe a rapid glance, and dropped her lashes again. "Four times?"
The air remained dead silent.
Song Xinya took a deep breath and held up five fingers. "Five times. Really, no more than that, or I won't be able to get up for work tomorrow."
Qin Yuhe: "Deal."
Song Xinya: "Deal."
Even though her initial goal for the negotiation was three times and the final result was five, it was still better than going at it all night long.
QVQ
Song Xinya felt like she had won the negotiation.
Qin Yuhe glanced at the black pearl mulberries nearby and asked, "Do you know why I bought mulberries tonight?"
As if anyone didn't know that. Song Xinya replied, "To nourish the kidneys and boost virility."
Qin Yuhe: "Actually, that wasn't my goal."
Song Xinya was a little confused. "Then what was your goal?"
Qin Yuhe: "I bought them because I heard the clerk say that mulberries can improve sperm vitality."
Song Xinya caught on. "So your goal is..."
Qin Yuhe: "Don't you want to get pregnant? I ate all those mulberries just to fulfill your wish, to get you pregnant as soon as possible and make your dreams come true."
