His deep, magnetic, and pleasant voice, his lingering and moist kisses, his teasing and ticklish words—he was like a soul-stealing incubus, bewitching her into submitting to his will.
Song Xinya's heart hammered against her chest like a startled deer.
The places he had kissed, her neck and earlobes, felt as though a cluster of burning flames had landed on them. A hot, tingling sensation traveled through her skin and straight into her bones.
Undeniably, this kind of blushing, heart-pounding palpitation was a wonderfully beautiful feeling.
Hugs, kisses, and flirtatious sweet nothings—these could all stimulate the brain to secrete dopamine, making one feel happy and delighted.
Qin Yuhe was an expert at this.
He excelled at making her feel good.
Mentally and physically, he knew exactly how to bring her pleasure.
Song Xinya's desire was effortlessly stirred by him, her snow-white toes curling up.
Her slender, pale hands tightly gripped the nightgown at her chest. The soft, smooth fabric folded into deep and shallow creases, its light pink hue turning darker where it was soaked by the fine sweat of her palms.
"Qin Yuhe, why are you always trying to mess with me every single day?"
"Isn't it because I haven't succeeded yet? That's why I keep thinking about it. If you just let me have my way with you, I wouldn't be thinking about it all the time."
The way he said it, anyone with even a slightly weak will would have believed his words.
Nonsense.
The stupid man was coaxing and deceiving her again.
On the outside, Qin Yuhe was a perfect gentleman, but in bed, Song Xinya had deeply experienced his true nature: insidious and cunning.
Once he got going, it was never just about simple kisses.
Song Xinya wrapped her fair arms across her chest. "I like sleeping in my bra."
Qin Yuhe gave a soft scoff. "Don't try to fool me. There's a camera installed in the bedroom, and I can see clearly. Whenever I'm not home, you never sleep with a bra on."
Song Xinya: "The moment I see you, I want to sleep in my bra."
Qin Yuhe retorted, "I hold the title of your husband, yet I'm treated like a platonic bestie."
Song Xinya: "What do you mean by that?"
Qin Yuhe: "Other people guard against fire, theft, and backstabbing besties. You guard against fire, theft, and your husband."
Song Xinya: "I'm not guarding against you. It's just... for the sake of your health. Your injuries haven't healed yet, I can't let you fool around."
Qin Yuhe's gaze slipped down past her neckline.
Because she had her arms gathered in front of her chest, the squeezing effect created a deep cleavage that dazzled his eyes.
The man's prominent Adam's apple bobbed heavily up and down. His voice was hoarse: "You really won't let me kiss you?"
Song Xinya firmly covered her front. "No."
Like a deflated balloon, Qin Yuhe's slightly raised head dropped heavily back onto the pillow.
The hands Song Xinya had been using to guard her chest relaxed, dropping to her sides.
Suddenly, the lying man lifted his head, leaning over her shoulder. His thin, soft lips captured her earlobe, licking, biting, and sucking.
This was one of Song Xinya's sensitive spots. Her skin could clearly feel the scorching heat of his lips and tongue. At the same time, his heavy, chaotic breathing and the wet sounds of his kisses entered her eardrums to the maximum extent.
The watery ripples in her eyes were stirred by his kiss, the clarity in her pupils clouded over by a hazy mist.
After giving her earlobe a heavy bite, he released his lips.
"This is my punishment for you."
Song Xinya smiled dizzily, her ears burning red.
What was he punishing her for?
A kiss that left her enchanted and fascinated, an incredibly wonderful experience.
How was this a punishment?
.........
While Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe were sleeping, at two o'clock in the morning, Jin Ruizhi was still studying in his hotel room.
There was still a year left until the college entrance examination. It wasn't too long, but it wasn't too short either.
For someone like him who had wasted 17 years of his life, who had never studied properly but now wanted to get into a top domestic university alongside Jian Yiyi, time was far from enough.
Jin Ruizhi understood that he had to put in much more effort than anyone else.
There were only twenty-four hours in a day, so he had to squeeze out time from his sleep to study.
Previously, Jin Ruizhi thought studying was an incredibly boring thing. Now, he didn't think so anymore.
Studying together with Jian Yiyi made learning an interesting activity.
Because he had fallen for a very outstanding person, he wanted to become an outstanding person himself. Therefore, he worked hard, wanting to prove that he wasn't a piece of trash, but someone who was worthy of her.
He wanted to become better, and even better, so that he could confess his feelings to her as the best version of Jin Ruizhi.
The 0.5mm gel pen calculated on the scratch paper, making a faint rustling sound.
The moment he solved a difficult math problem, a sense of accomplishment welled up in Jin Ruizhi's heart.
This feeling was much more satisfying than clearing a video game.
The more Jin Ruizhi studied, the more he wanted to study.
He was now immersed in the ocean of knowledge, wanting to swim in it all night long.
When he finished a set of math exam papers, Jin Ruizhi looked over and found that Jian Yiyi had fallen asleep on the desk.
Half of her face was buried in her arms, while the other half was exposed. Her skin was bright and clean, her cheeks rosy, her eyebrows fine and curved, and her thick eyelashes drooped down like delicate little fans.
As she slept, her cherry-like small mouth opened a tiny slit, the corners of her lips curling up into a shallow arc. Her fair skin contrasted with her pink lips, making her look like a quiet, soft little white rabbit, innocent and naive.
This was the first time Jian Yiyi had fallen asleep beside Jin Ruizhi.
In a closed room where a boy and a girl were alone together, a girl falling asleep beside a boy usually meant trust.
She was no longer full of caution and defensiveness toward him.
Jin Ruizhi tilted his head, his pitch-black eyes watching Jian Yiyi.
When she slept so sweetly, the whole world seemed to quiet down and slow down.
He stretched out an arm, rested it on the desk, and pillowed his head on it. With his face turned to the side, facing her, he quietly looked at her.
Outside the window, a bright moon hung in the sky. The dissolving moonlight spread across the horizon, and the night breeze brushed through the city's streets and alleys. It was a midsummer night, a quiet night.
Looking at Jian Yiyi, a steady, flowing stream of joy blossomed in Jin Ruizhi's heart.
He didn't necessarily have to do anything; just looking at her was enough to make his heart leap with joy.
Sleeping on a desk was definitely not as comfortable as sleeping in a bed.
With her arms pressed down, her legs curled up, and her waist slanted, her whole body couldn't fully relax.
A low murmur escaped the sleeping girl's pink lips, and her slender willow eyebrows knitted together.
Jin Ruizhi sat up straight, wanting to carry Jian Yiyi to the bed to sleep.
Carry, bed, sleep—when these words were put together, they naturally carried an ambiguous and intimate tone.
He reached out toward her slender waist, stopped in mid-air, and then pulled his hand back.
He picked up his pen and poked her arm.
Jian Yiyi groggily opened her eyes. Looking at him with misty eyes, she called his name in a soft, tender voice: "Jin Ruizhi."
Jin Ruizhi kept his voice low and gentle, softly telling her, "Go sleep on the bed."
"Okay," Jian Yiyi propped her hands on the desk, stood up unsteadily, and walked toward the double bed behind them with crooked, wobbly steps.
Her mind was still half-asleep, making her steps unsteady.
Jin Ruizhi followed beside her. His lean, tall body walked on the outside to prevent her from falling to the floor.
Dragging her two heavy legs, Jian Yiyi walked to the edge of the bed, threw herself onto it, closed her eyes, and immediately fell asleep.
The air conditioner was on in the room, making the temperature a bit cool.
Jin Ruizhi gently pulled the blanket over her, carefully tucking in the corners.
Gazing at her peacefully sleeping figure, he whispered, "Good night, Jian Yiyi."
He picked up the study guide, "Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Mock Exams," from the desk, slipped out of the room, and returned to his own bedroom to continue studying.
