Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe stood side by side in front of the toilet, waiting for ten minutes.
He made no movement.
The water in the toilet bowl remained clear and pristine.
Song Xinya's face was covered in a deep blush, glowing like pink clouds.
All was quiet; the air was completely silent.
An awkward atmosphere spread between the two of them.
Qin Yuhe broke the ice first: "I think it would flow better if I hold it myself."
Song Xinya wanted to withdraw her hand, but paused suddenly: "Can you manage by yourself?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes, after all, it doesn't weigh a ton."
Song Xinya withdrew her hand.
Qin Yuhe: "Turn around."
Song Xinya listened to him and turned her back.
A splashing sound came from behind, like a rushing waterfall, rapid and loud, heavy and resounding—sounding exceptionally vigorous.
To describe this feeling—
Just hearing the sound of this man peeing made one feel that his kidneys were in excellent health.
Song Xinya remembered something Tiantianquan had once said: The louder a man's peeing sound, the stronger his ability in that area, and the deeper he goes when doing that deed.
She didn't know if this saying was accurate for other men, but it was certainly spot on for Qin Yuhe.
The splashing sound stopped. The redness on Song Xinya's face had already spread all over her body, giving her a tender and alluring radiance.
She pulled out a piece of tissue, leaned in, and helped him wipe.
Qin Yuhe stiffened all over.
He hadn't expected her to go this far.
His wife was far too considerate.
Looking down through his long, straight eyelashes, he saw her crouching by his calves.
The woman's fingers, fair and tender as scallion stalks, grasped the waistband of his blue-and-white striped pants, pulling them up along his legs.
Song Xinya tried her best to maintain a pure heart and keep her desires at bay.
Her face, so red it looked like it might bleed, betrayed the fact that she had failed.
It couldn't be helped. The man before her was the one she loved, and he was sufficiently, magnificently endowed.
After tying the waistband of his pants, Song Xinya stood up abruptly.
As if fleeing, she grabbed his arm tightly with both hands: "Let's get out of here quickly. The bathroom is too small, the air is thin, and I feel like I can hardly breathe. What about you?"
Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a smile: "I feel like I'm really enjoying it."
Song Xinya lowered her eyes submissively and smiled shyly.
Since she was the one serving him, of course he was enjoying it.
However, if he was happy, she was happy too.
Right now, the wound on his abdomen and the palms of both his hands were aching constantly. If her doing these things could make him feel a little better, she would feel better too.
Song Xinya supported Qin Yuhe and walked back to the bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed. She crouched down, gathered his calves in her arms, lifted them, and placed them onto the bed.
As he lay back, she supported his shoulders with both hands, slowly lowering her body along with his, gently settling him into the bed.
Every one of her movements was gentle and meticulous.
Lying in bed, Qin Yuhe looked at her with his pitch-black eyes and said, "Thank you for the hard work."
Song Xinya: "It's not hard work. Pinduoduo says I'm the luckiest person."
Qin Yuhe: "Do you still feel lucky serving me like this?"
Song Xinya: "Of course. We are husband and wife. We can share not only wealth but also hardships. You are my husband; since you are injured, it's only right for me to take care of you."
Looking at him with her clear eyes, she asked, "If I were the one injured today, wouldn't you take care of me when I needed it the most?"
Qin Yuhe: "Of course I would take care of you."
Song Xinya stood up, placed her soft hands on his shoulders, lowered her head, and pressed her rose-petal lips against his for a kiss.
"I knew you would. Qin Yuhe, you are the best husband in the world."
The woman's scent was fresh, elegant, sweet, and soft. It rushed into his nose, refreshing and intoxicating.
Her soft lips parted from his as soon as they touched.
Wanting more, Qin Yuhe tried to keep her: "Just one kiss?"
Song Xinya smiled softly: "No more. You need to rest and recover now."
Qin Yuhe: "Recovering doesn't stop us from French kissing. My tongue isn't injured."
Song Xinya pursed her lips and smiled shyly. She knew that once they started kissing, certain changes would happen to him, and he would be the one suffering in the end.
She leaned over and kissed his lips one more time.
"Just this one more kiss. Only this one."
Qin Yuhe lay lazily with his eyes closed: "One kiss from you keeps me happy for half a day. Two kisses, and my good mood is set for the whole day."
Song Xinya's shy smile was brimming with sweetness.
She asked him, "Do you want to sleep now?"
Qin Yuhe: "I feel a bit tired."
It would be good for him to sleep; once asleep, he wouldn't feel the pain.
Song Xinya placed her palm on his head and gently stroked his hair: "Go to sleep. I'll stay right here with you."
Qin Yuhe kept his eyes closed. With his eyes shut, he looked gentle and soft, but his tone carried the arrogance of a young master: "Tell me a bedtime story and coax me to sleep."
Song Xinya pressed her forehead against his, lightly rubbed her nose against his, and said to him tenderly, "Okay, I'll tell you a bedtime story and coax you to sleep."
She covered him with the blanket, tucked in the corners, sat on a chair, and began to tell him a story.
"A venomous snake and a python were discussing how to hunt. The venomous snake said, 'I just need to bite the target once and inject my venom, and the hunt is a success.' The python said, 'I don't have venom. I will coil my body around the target and strangle it to death.' The venomous snake spat, 'Bah, you just covet their bodies, you degenerate!'"
Qin Yuhe's lips curled up into a smile at the pun.
Song Xinya: "There was a little crab walking along when suddenly, its claw fell off. It rushed to the hospital in a panic, crying to the doctor, 'My crab claw is gone! Boohoo, I have no claw, which means I have no money!'"
The curve of Qin Yuhe's lips turned up even more at the wordplay.
Song Xinya: "One day, a little pig went to the market to buy a steamed bun, specifically asking the boss to add extra spice. On the way home, it accidentally dropped the bun in the mud. The little pig suddenly realized, 'So this is it: A spicy bun likes mud, which means I like you so much.'"
I like you so much, Qin Yuhe.
Seeing Qin Yuhe smile, Song Xinya smiled along with him, her delicate eyes curving into crescent moons.
Next, she recited one of the texts claimed to be the hardest to memorize in high school literature class, "A Happy Excursion."
"In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, the name of which is Kun. I do not know how many thousand li in size it is. It changes into a bird with the name of Peng..."
After reciting just a few lines, Song Xinya heard Qin Yuhe's breathing become light and steady.
Reciting textbook passages truly was the best lullaby. The moment she recited a text to CEO Qin, he fell asleep.
Song Xinya remembered Qin Yuhe mentioning before that he was strong in some subjects and weak in others during high school.
Although he didn't say which subject he was weak in, based on what Song Xinya knew, a man who looked at financial statements every day definitely wouldn't be bad at math and sciences.
As expected, just like her younger brother, he wasn't very good at literature.
After Qin Yuhe fell asleep, Song Xinya grabbed the thermos to fetch hot water, so that when he woke up and wanted a drink, there would be hot water ready for him at any time.
She walked out of the hospital room carrying a thermos and saw Old Master Qin standing in the corridor. He wore a dark tunic suit, crisp and impeccably tailored. His posture was elegant and upright, naturally exuding the steady, commanding presence of an old-school family patriarch.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He did not look like he had just arrived; rather, it seemed as though he had been waiting for her all along.
Song Xinya called out respectfully, "Grandpa."
Old Master Qin's voice was deep and authoritative, "Come with me for a moment. I have something to discuss with you."
