A piece of burgundy sexy lingerie and a purple one were laid out side by side on the bed.
The soft, skin-hugging fabric and the sexy, hot designs were full of charm and lust.
The moment the two pieces of lingerie were laid out, the scent of desire seemed to float in the air.
Song Xinya's fair fingers slowly traced over the two pieces of lingerie as she pondered which one to wear.
Her phone chimed with a message notification. Tiantianquan had sent a message: Babe, choose the one with the cutout in the middle of the chest. A hot girl like you wearing that will definitely kill your husband with hotness!
Song Xinya picked up her phone and replied: Thanks for the suggestion, but my husband says he wants to live a long life.
The moment she put down the phone, Song Xinya picked up the purple lingerie.
She untucked the bath towel wrapped around her chest. The white cotton fabric slipped down her smooth skin, pooling on the clean, plush carpet.
Her pale, delicate feet stepped through the middle of the skirt. The purple fabric slid up from the bottom, brushing against her calves and thighs, sweeping past her waist, and clinging to her chest.
With the thin straps resting on her slender, smooth shoulders, Song Xinya finished putting on the sexy purple nightgown and walked over to the mirror.
The mirror reflected a highly impactful image...
The moment Song Xinya saw it, her heart pounded wildly, and she closed her eyes.
If she wore this for Qin Yuhe to see, she worried he might think she was a nymphomaniac.
It was too indecent.
Too erotic.
The two of them weren't very familiar with each other yet. She worried he wouldn't be able to handle something this stimulating for their first time.
Alright, she was actually worried that she wouldn't be able to handle it herself.
Blushing, Song Xinya walked back to the bed, took off the purple nightgown, and placed it back down.
She picked up the burgundy nightgown, slipped it on, and went to the mirror again.
A beauty with snowy skin and red lips, a slender waist and perky buttocks, and tantalizing long legs. Her smooth back was like flawless mutton-fat jade, and the deep cleavage in front was like an intoxicating ravine.
Although the style of this nightgown was bold, it covered everything that needed to be covered, striking the perfect balance of seductiveness.
The most seductive thing wasn't being completely naked, but being half-covered and half-exposed. The faint, hazy, and mysterious atmosphere that left room for imagination was the most lethal weapon.
This burgundy nightgown perfectly embodied this point.
Song Xinya didn't take it off, choosing to keep it on.
She checked the time; it was already ten o'clock at night.
Qin Yuhe hadn't returned yet.
Song Xinya wasn't in a hurry. Qin Yuhe had a lot of things to keep him busy, and she also had plenty of her own things to do.
She wrapped a robe around herself, sat at the desk, opened her laptop, and browsed through the latest job postings.
Because Qin Yuhe had provided her with a stable place to live and two hundred thousand in pocket money, she no longer had to struggle and drift in the wind and rain like a rootless weed.
She now had plenty of time to choose a job that fit her career plans.
Song Xinya looked through all the job search websites, and time ticked by minute by minute.
One job posting caught her attention. The position was for a Gold Medal Lecturer in extracurricular tutoring for high school seniors.
Song Xinya's rank at her previous company was a Grade A Lecturer; she hadn't yet been promoted to a Gold Medal Lecturer.
According to the grading system of her old company, one needed performance metrics from live-streaming with their face shown online.
But previously, because she was too fat, Boss Wang said she was too ugly and wouldn't allow her to show her face on live streams.
Song Xinya's performance record in this area was completely blank, so she was never awarded the title of Gold Medal Lecturer.
Scrolling further down the job posting, Song Xinya saw the name of the hiring company.
It was a subsidiary of the Qin Group.
The boss of this company was actually Qin Yuhe!
Song Xinya's eyes were filled with surprise.
The Qin Group had always focused primarily on the financial sector; she hadn't expected them to dabble in the education and training industry as well.
As the saying goes, people strive to move upward just as water flows downward. With the Qin Group's abundant capital, they offered the highest salary and the best benefits among all the job listings. Song Xinya had no reason to pass up such a great opportunity.
She immediately submitted her resume.
However, she didn't plan on pulling strings or using her connection with Qin Yuhe, as she was confident in her own professional abilities.
The students she taught showed the fastest improvement in their grades, earning her the best reputation. Her outstanding professional competence was her greatest asset.
After submitting her resume, she closed her laptop. It was almost midnight.
Believing that staying up past midnight would cause hair loss, Song Xinya slipped into bed at exactly 11:59 PM.
She took off her robe, going to sleep in just a burgundy nightgown.
The villa was equipped with a climate control system, maintaining a crisp and comfortable 22 degrees Celsius twenty-four hours a day. She was covered with a soft, cozy mulberry silk quilt, lying on a Hästens mattress worth two million.
Yet, Song Xinya couldn't fall asleep.
She tossed and turned several times before reaching for her phone on the nightstand.
Pressing the power button, the clear, soft glow of the phone screen illuminated her face in the dark of the night.
She opened WeChat and stared blankly at a profile picture featuring a single red rose standing in the dark.
Their messages still stopped at the last text he sent her: [If you want me to, I will come back.]
When would he come back?
A deep sense of eager anticipation surged in Song Xinya's heart.
She had never looked forward to a man coming home this much before.
It was as if she now had someone to care about in her heart.
Placing her phone back on the nightstand, Song Xinya lay in bed and started counting sheep.
By the time she counted to the 10,001st sheep, she finally drifted off to sleep.
...
At 3:00 AM, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Qin Yuhe walked in.
The room wasn't pitch black; a soft floor lamp cast a warm, gauze-like glow across the floor.
She had specifically left a light on for him.
Qin Yuhe kept his footsteps very light as he walked over to the double bed, approaching the side where Song Xinya was sleeping.
He looked at her lying under the covers. Her small, delicate face was peaceful and soft, exuding a completely unguarded, innocent youthfulness, much like an ignorant, sweet child.
Qin Yuhe reached out, wanting to touch her cheek, but seeing her slow, even breathing, he pulled his hand back.
Never mind, he shouldn't disturb a sleeping child.
Qin Yuhe stepped out of the bedroom, took a shower in another room, and then returned.
He lifted the covers and lay down on the other side of the bed.
Just as he was growing drowsy and about to fall asleep, a warm body pressed against him. The sweet, faint fragrance of the girl wrapped around his senses.
She hugged his arm tightly to her chest.
He was wearing a sleeveless pajama top, and the soft, full curves pressing against his arm felt incredibly clear.
Qin Yuhe's sleepiness vanished in an instant.
His body reacted with instinctive fondness, a slight flutter, and restlessness.
A hidden sense of pleasure brushed across the tip of his heart, yet it felt far from enough. He wanted more.
Consequently, a certain part of him began to change.
Qin Yuhe rested the back of his hand against his forehead and let out a silent, helpless chuckle.
Working continuously for nineteen hours, from eight in the morning until three the next morning, was honestly quite exhausting.
But the moment her body pressed against his, he was instantly aroused.
He was already so exhausted, yet he still had that on his mind.
Qin Yuhe could not help but admire his own stamina.
The girl beside him was sleeping so sweetly. He could not just give in to his primal urges and wake her up to satisfy him in the dead of night, at three-thirty in the morning.
He took a deep breath to compose himself, and the restless heat lingering in his chest finally began to fade.
Just as Qin Yuhe was about to drift back to sleep, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his thigh. Her snow-white leg had draped right over his.
Her warmth and weight pressed against him.
The girl in his arms was as soft and pliable as a vine, clinging to him, occasionally shifting and rubbing against his body.
Qin Yuhe's breathing grew heavy. He felt a burning ache, intertwined with a faint, rising spark of pleasure.
There was absolutely no way he was getting any sleep tonight...
