Qin Yuhe was a man of his word. After Song Xinya kissed him twice, he immediately transferred two million to her account.
Cupping her face in her hands, Song Xinya looked at him with sheer adoration and infatuation. Wow, it's true what they say. A man is most handsome when he's spending money.
Qin Yuhe looked at her current expression and smiled gently. You little money-grubber.
Song Xinya replied, You are the God of Wealth, and I'm a little money-grubber. This is called complementing each other's strengths; we are a match made in heaven.
Qin Yuhe said, With such a sweet tongue, your future will definitely be as bright as blooming flowers.
Song Xinya replied, I don't need the future; my present is already as bright as blooming flowers.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her delicate chin lightly on his chest. Looking up at him with clear, rippling eyes, she said, Because I have you.
Qin Yuhe was completely melted by her sweet words.
At this moment, he truly didn't feel any pain at all.
Song Xinya hugged Qin Yuhe from time to time, leaning on him, snuggling against him, and whispering sweet nothings.
She cut an apple into small crescent-shaped slices, held one between her lips, and fed it to him.
With the juicy apple held between her red lips, the woman slowly approached him.
Qin Yuhe opened his mouth to take the apple from hers. As his teeth bit into the translucent white flesh, his thin lips brushed against her soft ones.
When Song Xinya tried to pull back, Qin Yuhe raised his arm and pressed it against her back, pulling her into his embrace.
His lips enveloped her lower lip, sucking deeply.
A fatal, tingling sensation rushed down her spine.
Unable to control herself, and out of sheer physical instinct, she parted her lips to gasp for air. The apple in his mouth was bitten in half, and he passed one half into her mouth.
Along with the apple came his tongue.
The fresh scent of the apple mingled with the intimate atmosphere, filling both of their mouths.
In this dull and boring hospital room, she was his only source of pleasure.
He was obsessed with the feeling of their tongues intertwining, greedily exploring the depths of her mouth, creating soft, intimate sounds between their lips and teeth.
His kiss wasn't rough; it was gentle and soft, yet deeply passionate and endlessly lingering.
His kiss didn't seem aggressive, but by the time Song Xinya realized what was happening, she was already panting, her body going limp, unable to muster a single ounce of strength.
When she could barely breathe, his arm remained firmly locked around her slender waist, preventing her from retreating. She could only part her lips in a dizzy daze, letting him draw all the sweetness from her mouth.
The taste of the apple and the taste of him intertwined in every inch of her mouth.
Her mind was a chaotic blur, as if it, too, had been filled with his scent.
As for the smell of disinfectant in the hospital room, she could no longer smell or feel it at all.
When she truly couldn't catch her breath, Song Xinya let out soft whimpers of surrender, lightly biting Qin Yuhe's tongue with her sharp little teeth.
He finally let her go.
She lay limply against his body, her fair and delicate cheeks flushed red from the kissing.
Qin Yuhe still wanted more. To let her catch her breath, he didn't deepen the kiss again. Instead, his lips and tongue lingered over hers. He extended the tip of his tongue, tracing the full and plump outline of her lips bit by bit, licking them until they were glistening, bright red, and slightly swollen.
Song Xinya closed her trembling eyelashes, her hands tightly gripping his blue-and-white striped hospital gown.
Qin Yuhe ground his lips against hers, alternating between light and heavy touches. She could fully feel the warm dampness of his lips. The lingering sensation traveled from their pressed lips down her throat and coursed through her body, causing her heart to pound fiercely and wildly in her chest.
This long, lingering kiss seemed to have no end, as if he intended to kiss her until the end of time.
Song Xinya's heart was completely under Qin Yuhe's control. Countless tiny sparks of anxious restlessness flared up inside her, and both her fingers and body trembled and softened involuntarily.
It wasn't enough.
Both of them felt it wasn't enough.
Qin Yuhe gave a clear command: Unbutton my shirt and kiss my body.
Song Xinya's mind jolted awake instantly, her face burning like fire. What are you trying to do?
Qin Yuhe coaxed her, Just kissing. We won't do anything else.
Okay, Song Xinya obediently reached out to undo the buttons at his collar.
Two buttons were undone, revealing the man's lean and solid chest muscles.
Little He.
The door to the hospital room was pushed open, and Old Madam Qin walked in.
Seeing the two people hugging on the bed and Song Xinya in the middle of unbuttoning Qin Yuhe's shirt, Old Madam Qin quickly covered her eyes with her hands. What on earth am I seeing? It's not easy for the elderly, not easy for the elderly.
The opposite of not suitable for children was not easy for the elderly.
Song Xinya's fingers trembled in panic. She turned to Old Madam Qin and said, Grandma, I'm helping Little He button his shirt.
Old Madam Qin spread her fingers slightly, peeking through the gaps.
Her granddaughter-in-law's face was flushed red, her lips bright and swollen, while her grandson's chest heaved with unsteady breaths.
Buttoning his shirt, my foot! Although she was old, she wasn't stupid. As someone who had experienced it all, how could she not see that this was clearly unbuttoning, getting ready to do something naughty?
Old Madam Qin lowered her hands and said to Song Xinya, It seems this old lady misunderstood. When you get old, your eyesight just goes bad. I even mistook buttoning for unbuttoning. Yaya, you go ahead and keep buttoning Little He's shirt.
Of course, she couldn't expose her granddaughter-in-law. As an understanding and reasonable little old lady, she had to save face for her.
Song Xinya buttoned Qin Yuhe's hospital gown up, one button at a time.
Qin Yuhe lay there, looking like he had lost all hope in life. Grandma, what are you doing here?
Old Madam Qin said, Little He, look at you. I just got here, and you already look like you're about to chase me away.
Qin Yuhe replied, The Qin family is going to hold its annual family banquet soon, and the whole family will be there. There must be a lot to take care of at home. When are you heading back to Jingbei?
Old Madam Qin said, Now you don't just want to chase me out of the room, you want to chase me all the way back to Jingbei.
Qin Yuhe explained, I'm not trying to chase you away. I'm mainly worried that there are too many things to do at home, and if you go back too late, you won't have time to handle them. How about this? You and Grandpa head back to Jingbei right now.
Old Madam Qin retorted, Look at you, so eager to chase people away, you can't hide it at all! If you chase me away, what are you planning to do? What are you planning to do?!
Old Master Qin walked in and stood beside Old Madam Qin. Who wants to chase you away?
Old Madam Qin complained to her husband with a wronged expression, Little He says we should go back to Jingbei right now.
Old Master Qin looked at Qin Yuhe, then at Song Xinya, and made the final decision. We'll go back to Jingbei once Little He's body has fully recovered.
Qin Yuhe said expressionlessly, Good. (Bad.)
Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin sat around Qin Yuhe. The two white-haired elders poured water for him, peeled oranges for him, and told him jokes. Worried that he might run a fever, they took his temperature every hour. At dinnertime, Old Madam Qin fed him, and Old Master Qin wiped his mouth.
Sitting to the side, Song Xinya deeply felt the love that Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin had for Qin Yuhe.
To let Qin Yuhe get some proper rest, the old couple prepared to head back not long after dinner.
Song Xinya got up to see them out. In the long corridor, Old Madam Qin held her hand and earnestly advised her.
"Yaya, I know you are a good girl. Little He is young and hot-blooded. There are some things you absolutely cannot let him have his way with. His health comes first."
Song Xinya naturally caught the old lady's underlying meaning and nodded.
Returning to the hospital room, she saw Qin Yuhe propped up against the wall, looking as if he had been eagerly waiting for her. "What took you so long?"
Song Xinya replied, "I was only gone for five minutes."
Qin Yuhe said, "It felt like fifty minutes to me."
Song Xinya teased, "There is a glitch in your sensory system. The diagnosis is 'Missing Me Syndrome.'"
Qin Yuhe smiled. "I think you are right."
He was usually so busy with work, so independent and self-reliant. He had never been this clingy before.
When people fall ill, they become a little more vulnerable than usual and crave someone to lean on.
Being needed and relied upon by him filled Song Xinya with happiness.
It was because she was needed that she had the chance to pour her love out to him.
She walked over to his bed, tucked in his blanket, and gently pressed her forehead against his to make sure his temperature was normal and he did not have a fever.
Her soft, fair hands held his arm, and her voice was as gentle as water. "Sleeping more when you are sick helps boost your immune system and speeds up your recovery. You need to rest now."
Qin Yuhe gazed at her and said, "I want to sleep with you."
