Song Xinya buried her face in the crook of Qin Yuhe's neck. Her nose pressed against the fabric of his hospital gown, taking in his unique, crisp scent mixed with a faint trace of disinfectant.
His arms were wrapped around her, forming a gentle, protective barrier.
Through their thin clothes, they could clearly feel each other's heartbeats.
The world suddenly became very quiet. A soft, peaceful tranquility floated in the air, and their hearts melted into the warmth of their shared embrace.
Song Xinya spoke softly, her warm breath brushing against his neck, "Qin Yuhe, I am so happy that you woke up."
Qin Yuhe's gauze-wrapped hands patted her back gently, rhythmically, silently conveying: I am here, I am here.
"Were you terrified while I was unconscious?"
Song Xinya gave a muffled "Mhm" and added, "I was so scared."
Qin Yuhe chuckled softly. "Didn't I specifically tell you not to be afraid, no matter what happens?"
Song Xinya rubbed her nose against his neck, her sweet voice laced with coquettish affection. "I was worried about you."
Qin Yuhe smiled and stroked her smooth hair with his palm.
Song Xinya whispered a reminder, "The doctor said you shouldn't move your hands too much."
The palms of both his hands had been severely burned. The necrotic skin and flesh had been forcefully scrubbed off with something resembling a steel wool pad.
The doctor had said that the pain of a burn challenges the limits of human pain tolerance and is one of the six most painful sensations in the world.
His ruined palms had not yet healed; any movement would bring agony.
Song Xinya sat up from his embrace and carefully cradled his hands in hers. "You were just moving your hands. Doesn't it hurt?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "It doesn't hurt."
Song Xinya said, "Liar."
Qin Yuhe conceded, "It hurts a little, but it's within a tolerable range."
Song Xinya said, "You still shouldn't move them if you can help it. Spare yourself the suffering."
Qin Yuhe agreed, "Alright."
Treating him like fragile glass, Song Xinya moved with the gentleness of a breeze brushing against a cheek as she placed his hands on the soft quilt.
"I'll put your pants on for you now."
Qin Yuhe said, "Thanks for the hard work."
Song Xinya replied, "It's no hard work. I get to admire your beautiful body."
Qin Yuhe leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, and said, "Admire my beautiful lower body."
Song Xinya's face burned like fire.
She grabbed his thighs with her hands, shifting him toward the edge of the bed.
Qin Yuhe's teasing, improper tone drifted over. "How does it feel to grab my thighs?"
Song Xinya replied, "Firm, solid, and full of power."
Qin Yuhe asked, "Do you like it?"
Lowering her long eyelashes, Song Xinya answered, "I like it."
Qin Yuhe said, "I also like grabbing your legs. Soft, pale, and incredibly flexible. They can easily be folded into an M-shape, a V-shape, a U-shape, and all sorts of other shapes."
Her face completely flushed, Song Xinya grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and shoved it into Qin Yuhe's mouth. "Eat more fruit. Replenish your vitamins."
Qin Yuhe spit the apple out to the side, his gaze dropping down her slender, white neck. "I want to eat your cherries."
Song Xinya's heart raced wildly.
Even being severely burned couldn't stop President Qin from teasing his wife.
Knowing she couldn't stop him, Song Xinya just let him be, turning a deaf ear to his teasing.
She moved his legs to the edge of the bed, letting his calves dangle over the side.
She crouched between his long legs.
Qin Yuhe looked down at his wife between his legs, his mind drifting to a certain matter...
Song Xinya also thought of a certain matter...
She lowered her gaze, trying her best to control her eyes and not look up.
A naked man, an intimate posture, and the two of them alone in the room—her breathing grew flustered.
Qin Yuhe, with his glib tongue, stayed silent.
In this kind of atmosphere, if he had opened his mouth to speak, it wouldn't have let her imagination run quite so wild.
The sudden silence in the air was the most daunting thing.
A dangerous spark lingered in the quiet room, as if the slightest touch would trigger an uncontrollable tidal wave.
Song Xinya's hands were still gripping Qin Yuhe's thighs.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the corridor, and the ward door was pushed open.
Song Xinya abruptly yanked her hands back from Qin Yuhe's thighs, grabbed the quilt, and threw it over his waist and abdomen.
Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi walked in.
Song Xinya stood up.
It was lunchtime, and both Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi were carrying lunchboxes.
Although Song Xinya looked calm on the surface, Jin Ruizhi caught the fleeting panic in her eyes.
"Teacher Song, what were you doing just now?"
Song Xinya replied, "President Qin and I weren't doing anything."
Jin Ruizhi asked, "Then why are you so nervous?"
Song Xinya retorted, "Are your eyes scanners? Can they pierce through my body and see whether my heart is nervous or not? How am I nervous? I wasn't doing anything bad. I'm not nervous at all."
Jin Ruizhi looked her up and down. He had just asked casually and didn't expect such a huge reaction from her.
He understood now; Teacher Song and President Qin had definitely been doing something just now.
Jin Ruizhi looked at Qin Yuhe on the bed. "President Qin, did you just wake up?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "Yes, I just woke up."
Jin Ruizhi thought to himself, doing it right after waking up? Is he that fierce?
Song Xinya called out, "Jin Ruizhi..."
After a moment, Jin Ruizhi snapped back to reality. "Here, what's wrong?"
Song Xinya pointed at the lunchbox in his hand. "What nonsense are you thinking about? Your soup has spilled everywhere."
Jin Ruizhi hurriedly looked down. The pork rib soup was now just pork ribs; all the broth was gone.
Jian Yiyi walked over to his side. "It's fine, I don't like soup anyway. I'll eat this one, and you can have mine."
Jin Ruizhi said, "You eat yours, don't worry about me. I don't like soup either."
The two placed the food on the table and turned to look at Qin Yuhe.
Jin Ruizhi said, "President Qin, thank you for saving me from the fire that day."
Jian Yiyi echoed, "President Qin, thank you for saving me from the fire that day."
She stood there somewhat awkwardly, observing this older sister's husband, who was also her savior.
She wasn't the overly familiar type who could call someone brother-in-law right upon their first meeting.
Qin Yuhe remarked, "Are you two playing copy and paste here? Don't just stand around, go eat."
Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi sat by the table, their backs straight and their hands resting on their knees, sitting as obediently as elementary school students.
Jian Yiyi called out to Song Xinya, "Sister, it's time to eat."
"Okay," Song Xinya walked over and opened the lunchboxes. She saw that the dishes included spicy pork ribs, hot and spicy chicken chunks, fish innards with pickled peppers, steamed egg with minced meat and tofu, and steamed sea bass.
She chose the steamed egg with minced meat and tofu, and the steamed sea bass.
Carrying these two dishes, she walked over to Qin Yuhe's side. "Let's eat together?"
Qin Yuhe had just woken up and didn't have much of an appetite, but hearing her invitation, he replied, "Alright."
Because his hands couldn't hold chopsticks, Song Xinya fed him.
Knowing he was a germaphobe, she asked, "Is it okay if we use the same pair of chopsticks?"
Qin Yuhe said, "What does it matter? Haven't we already French kissed?"
Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi, who were in the middle of eating, suddenly froze.
Each of them had a piece of spinach in their mouths, half inside and half dangling out.
Out of the corner of her eye, Song Xinya glanced at Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi, then shot a look at Qin Yuhe, hinting for him to watch his language.
Qin Yuhe said to her, "I was so focused on looking at you just now that I forgot there are two little brats here."
Little brat Jin and Little brat Jian were no longer hungry after eating just a single piece of green vegetable; they were already stuffed full of dog food.
Both of them were very tactful. They buried their heads in their bowls, wolfed down their food at top speed, and hurried out of the room.
Song Xinya took meticulous care of Qin Yuhe while he ate. She cut the steamed egg with minced meat and tofu into uniform little pieces, making sure not a single drop of food smeared his lips. She carefully picked the bones out of the sea bass one by one, feeding the tender, plump belly meat directly into his mouth.
By the end of the meal, even the corners of Qin Yuhe's lips remained perfectly clean, without the slightest speck of a mess.
After dinner, Song Xinya suddenly remembered, "Are you still not wearing your pants?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "Mhm."
For the very first time, President Qin had finished an entire meal bare-bottomed.
Not going to lie, this kind of experience was truly quite novel.
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