Qin Yuhe stayed awake all night, taking three cold showers.
Since he had to attend a joint political and business conference at 7:00 AM, he finished his third cold shower at 6:00 AM and prepared to change clothes and head to the conference building.
The tall, imposing man stood by the wardrobe and pulled open the doors.
The wardrobe used to only hold clothes in black, white, and gray, but now, it was filled with many colors that didn't belong to him.
Her pink T-shirt, pale yellow shirt, red skirt, blue jeans, and violet bra.
Hung right next to his clothes.
Qin Yuhe had OCD; he liked to hang clothes of the same color together, sorting them from lightest to darkest.
Right now, Song Xinya's colorful clothes were hung in a jumble.
His OCD flared up, and he sorted her clothes by color from lightest to darkest as well.
Qin Yuhe didn't like hanging underwear in the wardrobe; he was used to keeping them in the bottom drawers.
His pale, long fingers picked up her bra, pulled open the drawer, and put it inside.
His OCD flared up again. He opened all the cabinets, found all her bras, folded each one in half into a neat little square, sorted them by color from light to dark, and arranged them in the drawer.
The little squares were lined up perfectly.
After doing all this, Qin Yuhe took off his bathrobe and started getting dressed.
His black suit pants were ironed without a single crease, and a white shirt wrapped around his lean, powerful chest.
He buttoned his shirt all the way to the top, looking noble, refined, and immaculate.
With a black tie draped over the back of his neck, he was about to tie it when the warm, fragrant scent of a woman wafted over, sinking into his lungs. A pair of soft, white hands grasped his tie.
"Mr. Qin, let me tie it for you."
Song Xinya stood face-to-face with Qin Yuhe. They were so close that she could feel his hot breath falling upon her forehead.
The crisp scent of him, mixed with the faint fragrance of body wash, lingered around her cute, upturned nose.
She looked up at him and saw that his thick black hair was half-dry, still holding onto damp moisture.
"Mr. Qin, did you just take a shower?"
Qin Yuhe gave a nonchalant "Mhm."
He didn't mention the part about taking three cold showers.
That would make him seem like a pervert.
He had his pride, after all.
As Song Xinya helped him tie the tie, she asked, "How come I didn't hear anything when you were showering?"
"To avoid waking you, I showered in the room next door," Qin Yuhe said, looking at her porcelain-white face. "But it seems I woke you up anyway."
Song Xinya said, "No, I woke up on my own."
He was too tall. Her arms felt a bit tired from reaching up, so she stood on her tiptoes.
With all her weight balanced on her toes, she inevitably lost her footing. Her slender body swayed slightly, like a willow branch blown by the wind.
Qin Yuhe's palm supported her lower back.
Suddenly, his body stiffened.
What his palm touched wasn't the textured friction of fabric, but her smooth, delicate, and burning hot skin.
As their skin touched, his palm instantly felt as if it were on fire.
She felt the exact same way. The man's palm was hot and dry, almost scalding, as if carrying a faint electric current. The skin he covered tingled, giving rise to an itchy, numbing sensation.
Qin Yuhe's gaze slid down from her face, and only then did he see what she was wearing.
If looked at straight on, the cut of that burgundy nightgown was quite normal.
But right now, the two were standing very close. He was very tall, looking at her from a top-down angle.
The neckline was already a deep V, and combined with his downward gaze, Qin Yuhe saw everything.
However, there was only one floor lamp on in the room, making the lighting dim. It was just a hazy, snow-white outline, so he couldn't see it completely clearly.
Qin Yuhe's hands suddenly felt a little itchy.
Those three cold showers had been taken in vain; things were changing again.
Song Xinya didn't notice his gaze trapped in her deep V, because the palm resting on her lower back was simply too hot, and it was getting hotter. She felt as though she were being roasted over a raging fire.
Her movements while tying his tie revealed her nervousness, but she was still quite deft. With a pull of her fingers, a Windsor knot was completed.
Her heart was beating far too erratically and fast. She took a step back, putting some distance between them. "The tie is done."
The smooth, delicate warmth in Qin Yuhe's palm vanished.
He noticed how practiced her movements were when tying the Windsor knot. Looking at her with dark eyes, he asked, "Have you specially practiced tying ties before?"
Song Xinya answered truthfully, "I have."
Qin Yuhe's jawline tightened. "That man is truly lucky."
Song Xinya said, "That man is my younger brother."
Qin Yuhe's eyebrows arched slightly.
Song Xinya explained, "Previously, my brother attended a high school international Model UN conference as the school's outstanding student representative. He needed to wear a suit and a tie, so I specifically practiced the Windsor knot."
"I see," Qin Yuhe's tense jawline softened.
After a pause, he said, "So little brother's grades are that good."
Song Xinya said, "He's a bit lopsided. He can get perfect scores in math, but sometimes barely passes language arts."
Qin Yuhe said, "Then he's quite like me."
This time it was Song Xinya's turn to be surprised. She asked unexpectedly, "Were you lopsided in your subjects when you were in school too?"
Qin Yuhe said, "Yes. The subjects I liked, I never got tired of reading. The subjects I didn't like, I was annoyed just glancing at them."
Song Xinya smiled, finding it quite novel. She hadn't expected the seemingly perfect and composed Young Master Qin to have such a reckless and untamed side during his school days. It was a rather endearing contrast.
Qin Yuhe added, "However, even though I was heavily biased towards certain subjects in my student days, my test scores were still always ranked first in the grade."
Song Xinya said, "Then you're better than my brother. Sometimes, when my brother's essays drift off to Mount Everest and take a turn into the Pacific Ocean, he ends up second in the grade."
Qin Yuhe said playfully, "When little brother wakes up, remember to tell him to learn a thing or two from his brother-in-law."
Song Xinya said seriously, "Okay, I'll keep that in mind."
A smile tugged at the corner of Qin Yuhe's lips. He was just joking, but she took it as seriously as if she had received a royal decree.
His phone rang. It was his assistant calling to remind Qin Yuhe that it was time to leave for the meeting.
Qin Yuhe grasped her jade-white arm. "I'm leaving. It's still early, so go back to sleep."
Song Xinya said, "I'll see you out."
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her. "No need. My assistant is standing outside the door, and I don't want anyone else to see how you look right now."
Song Xinya suddenly realized that she was still wearing sexy lingerie.
She turned around, dug out a bathrobe, slipped it on, and wrapped herself up tightly.
Qin Yuhe's tall, handsome figure walked outward, and she trotted after him.
The light hem of her bathrobe fluttered in a beautiful arc under the dim yellow light.
When Qin Yuhe reached the door, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Song Xinya couldn't brake in time and crashed headfirst into his back.
Her cute, upturned nose bumped into his hard back. A jolt of pain hit her, and tears misted her eyes as she let out a soft whimper from her red lips, "Ugh, you're so hard."
A smile curved Qin Yuhe's lips. He turned around, hooked an arm around her waist, scooped her up, and walked toward the double bed.
Song Xinya was swept up in his arms, her waist held firmly. With her cheek pressed against his solid chest and completely enveloped by his scent, she momentarily forgot the lingering pain in her nose.
Qin Yuhe walked over to the bed. Lifting a leg, he lightly nudged her bottom with his knee. "Put your arms around my neck."
Song Xinya's body bounced up slightly, her heart giving a sudden flutter. Her slender curves pressed against his chest as her soft arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck, sharing their warm body heat.
Supporting her legs with one hand, Qin Yuhe let go of her back. "I'm going to pull back the covers."
Song Xinya's upper body was left hanging in the air, supported solely by her arms clinging to his neck.
Why didn't he just put her down instead of trying to pull back the blankets while still holding her?
As he leaned over, her body dipped along with him.
Song Xinya felt like a baby kangaroo clinging to its mother.
Once the blankets were turned back, he gently laid her on the bed, covered her up, and carefully tucked in the corners.
He gazed down at her intently, his dark eyes deep and intense. Song Xinya felt her cheeks begin to burn.
Suddenly, he leaned in closer, hovering over her. His thin, slightly flushed lips brushed against her ear as he whispered,
"Mrs. Qin, save those three words you just said for when we are getting down to business."
Those three words...
Song Xinya froze for a second before it dawned on her exactly which three words he meant. In an instant, her face flushed scarlet.
