As he said this, his Yingjun face was as calm as water, showing no trace of arrogance or flattery.
It was as if it was as natural and justifiable for a husband to be kind to his wife as breathing.
Suddenly, Song Xinya understood the true meaning of a saying: One should marry someone who is inherently good.
A man with good breeding, a moral bottom - line, and a sense of responsibility can't be too bad.
Song Xinya looked up at Qin Yuhe, her eyes glued to his face. Her eyes were as soft as spring water, full of affection and infatuation.
Qin Yuhe looked down at her. His long and straight eyelashes were like fine lines of ink, clearly defined, outlining the sharp contours of his eyes.
He smiled faintly and asked, "Why are you staring at me all the time?"
Song Xinya said, "I think you're so excessive."
Qin Yuhe: "??? How am I excessive?"
Song Xinya: "You're excessively handsome, and I'm excessively infatuated with you."
Qin Yuhe's gentle smile widened a bit. He reached out and pinched her face, saying, "I think you should be the one to knock on our door from now on."
Song Xinya: "??? Why?"
Qin Yuhe: "Because you look good when you knock. When I knock, I get distracted by you."
He put his arm around her shoulder and walked towards the bedroom.
Song Xinya smelled the fresh and cool scent on him and asked, "Did you take a shower downstairs?"
Qin Yuhe: "I thought you were asleep, so I washed up downstairs before coming up."
Song Xinya: "I've also finished washing. We can go to sleep directly."
Qin Yuhe lifted the quilt and got into bed. Instead of going around to the other side, Song Xinya took off her pink slippers beside his blue ones, climbed onto the bed from his side, and with her cute butt sticking up, crawled over his chest.
Qin Yuhe watched as her two round and plump buttocks slowly moved past his eyes.
"What kind of way is this to get into bed?"
Song Xinya crawled to her side of the bed, lifted the quilt and got in. A fair and smooth leg rubbed against him.
"You said you disliked me stepping over your face, so I crawled this time."
Qin Yuhe: "When did I say I disliked it? You don't have to avoid it deliberately. If it's more convenient to step over, just do it."
Song Xinya: "Really? Then next time I'll just lift my leg and step over your face."
Qin Yuhe: "Okay."
Song Xinya turned over, and the sound of her pajamas rubbing against the quilt filled the room. She rested her cheek on one arm, lying on her side and looking at him.
"I checked online. It says you can't casually step over a man's face. For a man, it's like the humiliation of crawling through someone's crotch."
The rustling sound rang out in the room again. Qin Yuhe also lay on his side, resting on one arm, looking at her face - to - face and saying:
"I don't think it's a humiliation. If you find it convenient, you can step over my face. From my perspective, it's not a bad thing. I can enjoy the view."
Song Xinya's cheeks burned red: "If you like to watch grasslands so much, why don't you go to Inner Mongolia?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yours isn't a grassland. It's a fragrant little garden."
A surge of hot blood rushed to Song Xinya's entire face.
Looking at his serious face, she even had the illusion that he wasn't chatting with her about something flirtatious but about national affairs.
His serious expression and earnest tone were so deceptive.
Staring into his eyes and listening to his bold words, Song Xinya's heart raced.
Flirting is sexual harassment for strangers, but it's foreplay for a couple.
A couple lying in the same bed can't just talk about physics, math, or the news broadcast.
How boring.
Song Xinya was so flustered by Qin Yuhe that her face turned red.
Now she not only understood his intentions but also wanted to undress him.
But his wounds hadn't healed yet.
They couldn't talk like this anymore. If they continued, both of them would be in an awkward situation.
Song Xinya turned over and lay flat, closing her eyes: "Go to sleep. I still had half a bucket of instant noodles left in my dream last night."
The warm and fresh scent of the man wafted towards her. Qin Yuhe's hand lifted the hem of her nightgown and reached in, touching her soft waist.
"Do some pre - sleep exercise?"
Song Xinya: "Do you think I don't want to? But your body isn't up to it now."
Qin Yuhe: "A man can't stand to hear the words 'not up to it'."
Song Xinya: "So what if you can't stand it? You're really not up to it now."
Qin Yuhe's palm climbed up along her waist, hot and dangerous, like a raging fire.
"You're saying that. Even if it means risking my wound splitting open and bleeding profusely, I have to satisfy you."
Song Xinya grabbed his hand that was moving upwards: "Don't mess around. If your wound splits open again, I'll be labeled as a 'disaster - causing concubine'. It'll seem like I have such a huge need that I can't live without having sex with a man for a single day."
She pulled his hand out and threw it aside.
Qin Yuhe lay back on the other side of the bed, covering his eyes with the back of his hand: "You definitely don't have a big need because you're frigid."
Song Xinya was shocked, incredulous, and flabbergasted!
How could she be frigid!
She had stayed up with him all night, tossing and turning. Could she have been sleeping with a dog all those sleepless nights!
"Don't slander me. I'm a woman with normal psychological and physiological needs."
Qin Yuhe: "It would be better if your needs were a bit bigger."
Song Xinya: "… Go to sleep. Stop talking."
Qin Yuhe rolled over and pressed on top of her. His big hand reached in from the hem of her nightgown again: "You can sleep and be a hooligan at the same time."
Soon, there were coquettish cries and gasps in the bedroom...
Song Xinya was tossed around by him for most of the night...
The next day, when Song Xinya was putting on her bra, she moved carefully, afraid of touching the wound. There was anger on her fair and tender face: "You've made me bleed!"
Qin Yuhe: "I didn't even use much strength. You're just too delicate."
Song Xinya: "You hurt me and shift all the blame onto me. You're such a heartless man!"
Qin Yuhe: "It's not shifting the blame. I really didn't use much strength."
Song Xinya: "If you used that much strength with your mouth, you'd bite off a piece of my flesh."
Qin Yuhe: "No, I don't have the habit of eating human flesh."
Song Xinya: "You've eaten plenty!"
Qin Yuhe picked up the ointment and applied it to Song Xinya's wound, gently poking with his fingertips.
"Really bleeding."
"Now you know how rough you were last night!"
"But you said you liked it last night."
"Shut up!"
After applying the ointment, Qin Yuhe helped Song Xinya put on her bra.
The thin straps hung on her slender shoulders. His breath blew on her snow - white skin.
He fastened the row of small buttons on her back.
"I've asked my assistant to spread the news about the announcement of the winning bidder company tomorrow to Song Xuanli. He should come to you soon."
Song Xinya: "I'm just afraid he won't come."
After fastening the row of small buttons, Qin Yuhe picked up a white shirt, held her arm in his hand, and helped her put it into the sleeve.
"The time is tight. Song Xuanli doesn't have time to negotiate with you. He'll agree to your two requests."
After putting both sleeves on, he turned her body around and began to fasten the buttons for her.
Song Xinya: "What I want is more than just this..."
Qin Yuhe: "What else do you want?"
His well - defined fingers moved from the bottom up, fastening the buttons one by one.
Song Xinya: "I've inquired. For a child like my younger sister who was abducted and then found again, if the previous household registration hasn't been cancelled, it can be directly reinstated for use."
"Song Xuanli didn't care about the three of us siblings back then. After my younger sister went missing, he didn't bother to go to the police station to cancel her household registration."
"Fortunately, this saves the procedure of a paternity test. All I need to do is get the Song family's household register back and go to the police station to reinstate it."
Qin Yuhe: "If you go to Song Xuanli to ask for the household register, he, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying will definitely make things difficult for you."
Song Xinya: "I know, but I still have to go. My younger sister can't be without a legal identity. She needs to resume the identity of Song Tingyou."
Qin Yuhe: "You don't need to go to Song Xuanli. I'll help you get the Song family's household register."
Song Xinya: "How are you going to get the Song family's household register?"
Qin Yuhe: "I have my own way..."
A way to make Song Xuanli offer the Song family's household register with both hands voluntarily...
