Just covering the balls, with everything else exposed?
An egg pouch?
The moment this word came out, it completely overturned Qin Yuhe's understanding of clothing.
There are clothes like this?
Can this even be called clothing?
His eyes were filled with disbelief and sheer inconceivability.
Song Xinya saw the question marks in his eyes, opened the packaging box, and took out that piece of "clothing."
It was a thin, light piece of black lace fabric, with a hole cut right in the middle.
The part that was supposed to wrap around the buttocks in the back was just a single string. When worn, it would wedge right between the two butt cheeks.
It was a veritable egg pouch, because it couldn't hold anything else.
"You bought this for me, meaning..." Qin Yuhe's eyes were full of astonishment. "You want me to wear it?"
Song Xinya looked at him with pitiful eyes. "It can't possibly be for me to wear."
Qin Yuhe: "That wouldn't be impossible either."
Song Xinya: "..."
"This is a gift I specially bought for you. I spent a long time carefully picking it out."
Qin Yuhe: "I accept the sentiment, but I'll leave the wearing of it to you."
Song Xinya pouted her red lips slightly. "Are you not willing to wear it? Other men are willing to."
Qin Yuhe's brows darkened. "You've seen other men wear this kind of clothing?"
Song Xinya: "...No, I haven't."
Qin Yuhe: "Since you haven't seen it, how do you know other men are willing to wear it?"
Song Xinya: "...I heard it from Tiantianquan."
Qin Yuhe: "Why did you suddenly think of buying me this kind of clothing today?"
Song Xinya: "Tiantianquan told me to buy it."
Qin Yuhe: "She's an outsider. Why is she worrying so much about what happens in our bed?"
Song Xinya: "She holds a friendly attitude and wants to make our marital relationship more harmonious and romantic."
Qin Yuhe: "Say thank you to her for me, and tell her not to always fixate her attention on other people's bedroom affairs in the future."
Song Xinya: "...Okay."
Qin Yuhe stood up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Song Xinya sneakily walked to the balcony, dialed Tiantianquan's number, and told Donut Tian what had just happened.
Tiantianquan: "Oh my god, you wanted President Qin to wear an egg pouch for you to see, and you threw the blame onto me! This makes me more wronged than Dou E."
Song Xinya: "Just tell me, are you going to take the blame or not?"
Tiantianquan: "I'll take it. Aren't best friends just meant to be thrown under the bus? I'm thick-skinned, I'm not afraid of the embarrassment of taking the fall for this kind of shameful thing."
Song Xinya: "Quanquan, you're truly so loyal."
Tiantianquan: "Later, when I have a boyfriend and want him to wear an egg pouch for me to see, I'll also say you told me to buy it."
Song Xinya: "Promise me, don't let those stinky men off easy. Just grow old and die alone, okay?"
Tiantianquan: "You have a husband yourself, hugging him and partying every night, changing eighteen positions in one night, feeling so good you cry and scream at the same time. But when it comes to me, you suggest I grow old alone. Damn, Song Xinya, do you have to be so heartless? You're just disloyal and don't want to take the blame for me!"
Song Xinya: "That's how good friends are. We share blessings together, and when trouble comes, we delete each other's contacts."
Tiantianquan: "My mom said I shouldn't make friends with shady people, so all my friends are just silly fools."
Song Xinya: "My good friend, alive you are my pig, dead you are my pork belly."
Tiantianquan: "In the future, if I ever get into a conflict with anyone, I'll just tell them to curse my friend. If I'm like this, how could my friend be any good? I'll name names: my best friend is Song Xinya."
Song Xinya: "Baby, say no more. I'll take the blame for you in the future."
Tiantianquan: "The weather is dry, kiss me now."
One second they were falling out, the next second they made up at the speed of light.
Song Xinya made a kissing sound into the phone: "Mwah."
At this moment, coincidentally, Qin Yuhe opened the bathroom door and walked out, looking straight at Song Xinya. "Who are you kissing?"
Song Xinya: "Tiantianquan."
Qin Yuhe's gaze was deep. "I haven't seen her in a long time. I just remembered something I need to tell her."
He walked to her side, and Tiantianquan's voice came from the phone: "Hello, President Qin."
Hearing that it was a woman's voice, Qin Yuhe said a quick hello and walked away.
Tiantianquan: "Didn't President Qin say he had something to tell me?"
Song Xinya: "You know how it is, men are the hardest creatures to figure out. Maybe he just didn't want to say it anymore."
Hanging up the phone, Song Xinya saw Qin Yuhe sitting on the edge of the bed. His hair was dry, and he hadn't changed out of his pajamas.
"You haven't showered yet. Why did you come out?"
Qin Yuhe: "The wound on my abdomen hurts. I can't bend over."
Song Xinya: "I'll go give you a bath."
Qin Yuhe reached out his hand to her. "Come help me up."
Song Xinya walked over to him, her soft body leaning into his embrace as she draped one of his arms over her shoulder.
With one hand gripping his arm and the other wrapping around his waist, she half-carried, half-hugged him as they walked toward the bathroom.
She was still wearing her seductive slip dress. Qin Yuhe looked down, and his eyes met two snow-white peaks.
"When you went shopping today, did any men get close to you?"
Song Xinya: "Why would I get close to any men? They aren't my husband."
Qin Yuhe's constantly icy face became much gentler.
In the bathroom, the mirror reflected the figures of a man and a woman. The man was tall and slender, and the woman was delicate and graceful.
Song Xinya stood within Qin Yuhe's embrace, undoing the buttons of his white shirt.
As the buttons were unfastened one by one, Song Xinya felt like she was unboxing a top-tier luxury gift.
This gift possessed a figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, cold, white, and smooth skin, tough and lean muscles, and explosive strength.
Song Xinya felt that ever since she confirmed her feelings for Qin Yuhe, stopped restraining her emotions toward him, and was honest about her passionate love for him, every time she saw him, she felt like a sunflower. He was the sun, and the sunflower instinctively grew toward the sun. Wherever the sun moved, the sunflower followed. Wherever he was, her eyes could only see him.
This psychological change also drove a change in how she viewed his body.
She had always liked his body. No woman would dislike a man with an exceptional physique—bulging, firm chest muscles, and a clearly defined eight-pack. When a man takes off his clothes and stands in front of you, exposing these well-defined muscles to your eyes, exuding a masculine hormonal aura, it creates an immense visual impact.
Song Xinya had always known that Qin Yuhe had a great body. She liked his body, but after being honest about her love for him, she liked his body even more. She was absolutely obsessed with it.
A woman's physical needs follow her emotional state; emotional needs are physical needs.
When with the man she likes, her body actively yields, wanting to touch, wanting to conquer, wanting to possess, wishing she could knead the other person right into her own body.
Even her body was fluttering for him.
The white shirt slipped off Qin Yuhe's body. Song Xinya's soft, warm palms covered his body, stroking back and forth.
Qin Yuhe looked down at the fair, delicate little hand that was fanning the flames on his body. "What are you doing?"
Song Xinya: "Checking the wound on your abdomen."
Qin Yuhe: "The place you are touching is my chest."
Song Xinya: "What is the rush? Let's take it one part at a time. I just haven't made my way down to your abs yet."
Qin Yuhe chuckled softly: "You little tease, don't provoke me."
Song Xinya: "And what if I do?"
Qin Yuhe: "I definitely won't be able to control myself."
Song Xinya gave a seductive giggle and squeezed his pectoral muscle hard.
A deep, muffled groan escaped Qin Yuhe's lips: "Don't squeeze."
Song Xinya: "You grab me every time, so why can't I do the same to you?"
Qin Yuhe: "You have a point. It is only fair to return the favor."
He raised a flirtatious eyebrow: "Let me return the favor right now..."
He reached his hand inside her slip dress...
