Her ten slender fingers pressed against his chest.
The white silk nightgown was bunched around her waist, her two fair, smooth legs straddling his body. Her hips deliberately avoided his wound, resting on the upper part of his abdomen.
The solid weight of a woman's body pressed down on the man. The moment she settled on him, Qin Yuhe’s eyes suddenly burned bright.
He raised a hand and gripped her waist, his tone laced with rakish flirtation, asking, “What’s your game?”
Song Xinya leaned closer to him, her bright red lips blowing a breath of air against his thin ones, teasingly saying, “Exactly what you’re thinking.”
Qin Yuhe’s breathing grew heavier. His fingers hooked onto the edge of her underwear at her waist. “Let me take your clothes off.”
Song Xinya grabbed his large hands with both of hers, interlocking her fingers with his, and pressed his arms down above his head. He had once done this exact pose to her.
Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Feeling wild today?”
Song Xinya: “Is that not allowed? Only you get to be wild with me?”
Qin Yuhe: “You being wild for a change—it’ll feel fresh.”
Song Xinya: “Fine, then I’ll be wild with you.”
Qin Yuhe’s eyes glimmered with amusement, full of anticipation.
Song Xinya cupped her hands beside her cheeks and mewed at him, “Meow~”
Qin Yuhe: “?”
Song Xinya: “The wild’s over.”
She rolled over to the other side of the bed, her two straight, pale legs swaying lazily.
Qin Yuhe turned on his side to look at her. “That’s it?”
Song Xinya: “Yeah, that’s it.”
Qin Yuhe: “Little sister, are you messing with me?”
Song Xinya: “Big brother, you just figured that out? Haha.”
She pulled the blanket over herself, closed her eyes, and said, “Time to sleep.”
Qin Yuhe reached over and turned off the light. The bedroom was plunged into darkness.
Having teased Young Master Qin, Song Xinya prepared to drift off peacefully.
In the silver moonlight, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed sharply.
Qin Yuhe grabbed the blanket and pulled it over both their heads.
Under the covers, he flipped over and slid his hand through the opening of her collar, grabbing her firmly.
The Young Master’s punishment had begun.
Song Xinya let out a seductive shriek, gasping and cursing him, “You bastard.”
Qin Yuhe: “We’ve already done worse than a scoundrel’s work.”
“Ahh~ You~ Stop~ Please, brother~”
“You had plenty of guts when you were mocking me just now.”
“No guts, I have no guts. Big brother has all the guts. Ahh~”
“Lie still. Don’t move. Let me have my fun.”
“No, brother! If you keep this up, I’ll bite you~”
“If you can bite me, you’ve got skill.”
The thin blanket rippled like water waves, rising and falling with the movements of the two bodies inside.
The woman’s trembling moans occasionally escaped from beneath it, fragmented and broken into breathless notes.
Moonlight streamed like flowing water through the open window, illuminating the bedroom.
The woman’s cries drifted out through the window, startling the birds resting in the trees, who flapped their wings and flew away.
…
The next day, the two of them woke up a bit late.
Last night, mindful that Qin Yuhe’s stitches hadn’t been removed yet, they hadn’t done anything too intense. But Qin Yuhe had still toyed with Song Xinya for most of the night.
In the morning, as Song Xinya got dressed and put on her bra—though the fabric was already soft—she winced in pain when it brushed against her skin. “You beast!” “You demon!” “Shameless!”
Qin Yuhe, lying beside her, opened an eye. “Who are you cursing at?”
Song Xinya turned her back to him, her lips pressed tight. “I didn’t name any names. What are you getting worked up about?”
Qin Yuhe: “Probably because someone was taking a roundabout way to curse me out.”
Song Xinya “hmphed” and glanced down at herself. Last night, she had whined and complained to him, saying it was swollen. Now her “wish had come true.” Boo-hoo.
Song Xinya put on her bra, then shot him a glare. “I’m going downstairs alone today. I won’t wait for you.”
Qin Yuhe grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lips. “Let me put some medicine on you to reduce the swelling and pain.”
Song Xinya: “I don’t want you to do it.”
Qin Yuhe: “You’ll do it yourself?”
Song Xinya: “Have you no conscience? You made me swell up, and you won’t even put medicine on me?”
Qin Yuhe wrapped his arms around her, pressing her down onto the bed, and shoved the clothes she’d just put on up in one motion, bunching them around her neck.
He picked up the ointment, squeezed some onto his fingertip, and dabbed it on her in little spots—dot by dot, again and again.
Song Xinya’s arches tensed, her toes curled, and her glossy lips trembled as her voice quivered, “Don’t poke me.”
Qin Yuhe: “No poking. Dabbing like this reduces irritation.”
This method… it only made the stimulation stronger.
Song Xinya bit her lower lip hard to keep from making any strange sounds.
After Qin Yuhe finished applying the medicine, he yanked the fabric bunched at her neck down roughly to cover her.
Song Xinya: “…”
This was the first time she’d seen someone get dressed like that.
So rough.
The two of them went downstairs together.
The four little ones were already seated at the dining table, their hungry eyes filled with an urgent need to be fed.
Qin Yuyan: “Sister-in-law, brother, you got up way too late today. You delayed my breakfast.”
Qin Yuhe: “Go back to your own villa and eat whenever you want.”
Qin Yuyan: “I think starving a little longer isn’t such a big deal.”
Song Tingye: “The big things in life are eating and drinking. Love can wait, but meat must be eaten hot. Sis, bro-in-law, you were too late, so you delayed my meat.”
“I say we change the family rule. From now on, kids don’t have to wait for the adults to eat.”
Qin Yuhe shot him a sharp look. “What, you want me and your sister to wait for you instead?”
Song Tingye: “Hot meat tastes good, sure, but it burns your mouth. I think eating cold meat is better.”
Qin Yuhe looked at the other two little ones. “Qin Yuyan and Song Tingyou don’t have any objections. What about you two? I’m a very open-minded person—if you have any opinions, say them. I promise I won’t blame you.”
Song Tingyou and Jin Ruizhi waved their little hands. “No objections! No objections!”
Qin Yuhe: “Excellent. This is what a democratic family looks like.”
Everyone began to eat breakfast cheerfully.
After finishing her meal, Song Xinya took Song Tingyou outside the living room to go visit Tingyou’s grandmother.
On the huge dining table, everyone else had finished eating, but Song Tingye sat there as steady as a rock. He pulled out a pack of instant noodles, opened it, poured in a bowl full of beef, added two eggs, and made himself a deluxe version of instant noodles.
“Life is short, have another bowl. Noodles with an egg—say goodbye to bad luck.”
Song Tingyou asked worriedly, “Brother, won’t eating like this upset your stomach?”
Song Xinya: “Don’t worry about him. His stomach’s made of iron. Even if knives fell from the sky, he’d dare to eat them. They’d roll around in his gut and get digested into nutrients.”
Song Tingyou: “Wow, my brother’s amazing!”
Song Xinya led Song Tingyou out of the living room, got into the Porsche, and drove out of the villa toward their grandmother’s house.
Inside the living room, Jin Ruizhi stared at the direction they had gone, his gaze distant.
Song Tingye carried a bowl of instant noodles, slurping as he walked over: "Young Master Jin, what are you standing around for? Let's go study. I'll tutor you and give you a fifty percent discount—100 bucks per problem."
Jin Ruizhi strode out with his legs: "Wait for me to come back before you tutor me. Right now, there's something I need to do."
Song Tingyou: "What is it?"
Jin Ruizhi: "Something very meaningful. I want to do it for Song Tingyou..."
