A marriage certificate possessed a certain kind of magic. Once obtained, a woman had the obligation to sleep with a man.
Song Xinya didn't say anything more and calmly accepted Qin Yuhe's request to sleep together.
It was just that she was still a bit unaccustomed to being constantly pressed against by a man...
Tiantianquan had even told her to register Qin Yuhe for an appointment at the andrology department. That was completely unnecessary; he was incredibly energetic.
They hadn't done anything, just hugged, and he was already like that.
Right now, they were in her grandmother's room at the nursing home. Her grandmother and younger brother were sleeping in the very same room.
Song Xinya remained motionless, not daring to move. She kept the same posture, lying stiffly on her side.
She wasn't bold enough to start a war with him while there were two other people in the room.
That kind of thing would make noise...
Just as Song Xinya was trying hard to keep her heart as calm as still water, the large hand resting across her waist suddenly slid down along her curves.
It was dead silent in the dark, and the man's breathing was heavy and full of desire.
Qin Yuhe's voice rang out in the thick night: "Why did you wear pants today?"
He said with a hidden meaning, "Sleeping in pants is inconvenient."
This escort bed wasn't very sturdy; even a light toss and turn would produce a creaking sound.
Qin Yuhe knew this and didn't make any big movements. The hand that had been caressing her body just now was relatively restrained.
This also meant that his hand groped around her waist for a long time, like scratching an itch from outside a boot, unable to slip in.
Song Xinya laughed secretly to herself. Wearing tight jeans today was the right choice.
Perhaps because he wasn't satisfied, Qin Yuhe's arm around her suddenly exerted force, pulling her even closer.
Song Xinya suddenly tensed up, her nerves as taut as if she were walking a tightrope high in the air.
Before she could say anything, Qin Yuhe's scorching breath fell on her ear: "Mrs. Qin, your body is so stiff. Holding you feels like holding a frozen fish."
Song Xinya: "...Mr. Qin, you're holding me too tightly."
Qin Yuhe: "Uncomfortable?"
It wasn't that it was uncomfortable; she was just worried that if she moved, his highly aroused body would lose control.
Song Xinya: "Could you hold me a little looser?"
"Sure," Qin Yuhe backed away slightly toward the outside.
Song Xinya rolled over and lay flat on her back to avoid being constantly pressed against.
The bed was very narrow, and their arms overlapped.
Song Xinya's slender arm was at the bottom, and Qin Yuhe's solid arm pressed down on her.
At this moment, their feelings were very different.
Qin Yuhe felt that the girl's body was incredibly soft; even the arm he was pressing on was as soft as a willow branch.
Song Xinya's feelings were exactly the opposite. He was only pressing her with his arm, but why was it so heavy, so weighty, and so hard? Why were men just rock hard everywhere?
Being pressed down like this made it seem impossible to sleep.
Qin Yuhe lifted his arm and placed hers on top of it: "Is this okay?"
Song Xinya breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."
She shifted outward a bit more, putting a little distance between them.
The night was deep and quiet. Realizing that Qin Yuhe wouldn't do anything else—mainly because he couldn't do anything else—Song Xinya felt sleepy and gradually drifted off.
After falling asleep, she relaxed completely, her whole body turning soft and limp.
Qin Yuhe looked at her in the moonlight. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed, their color as delicate and rosy as if coated with a layer of glaze. Her nose was small and pert, and her fan-like eyelashes drooped quietly, exuding a delicate, youthful innocence.
Right now, she was a little mermaid.
Qin Yuhe stared at Song Xinya for a while, then got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.
...
In the morning, when Song Xinya woke up, she found herself hugging Qin Yuhe's arm again, as if holding a precious treasure.
Why did she like hugging his arm to sleep?
What kind of quirk was this?
She had never had this habit before.
Taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't awake yet, Song Xinya let go of his arm.
Thank goodness, once again, she wasn't caught by him.
Song Xinya got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Qin Yuhe opened his eyes and looked at the arm that had been next to her.
He got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and pushed the door open.
Song Xinya's toothbrushing paused.
Qin Yuhe stood beside her, reached his arm behind her waist, and picked up the toothpaste from the sink.
The mirror reflected their figures, each holding a toothbrush, standing side by side brushing their teeth.
What was originally a very simple washing routine made Song Xinya's hands somewhat disobedient due to Qin Yuhe's presence.
Her brushing became a bit hurried, and a soft, rapid swish-swish-swish filled the air.
She lowered her head, took a mouthful of water, and quickly rinsed the foam from her mouth.
Not long after she walked out of the bathroom, Qin Yuhe also came out.
He sat opposite her and, like a teacher educating a student, said seriously, "Your brushing is a bit rough. It will hurt your teeth and gums. It would be better to be gentler from now on."
Song Xinya: "..."
Wasn't that only because he was there?
She didn't usually treat her teeth so roughly.
Suddenly, a message notification chimed from her phone. Song Xinya opened it, tapped into WeChat, and saw a message from Qin Yuhe—
A video teaching children how to brush their teeth correctly.
Song Xinya: "......"
She was truly speechless: "Thank you so much."
Qin Yuhe replied in all seriousness, "You're welcome."
A sleep-talk murmur sounded in the room; the god of sleep, Song Tingye, had finally woken up.
When he got up and saw Qin Yuhe, he shouted in surprise, "Brother-in-law! How come you're here?"
Qin Yuhe placed his index finger against his lips and shushed him softly, pointing at the grandmother to signal him to keep his voice down and not disturb her sleep.
Unfortunately, the grandmother had already been woken up by Song Tingye's loud voice.
Qin Yuhe was the first to notice the grandmother opening her eyes. He walked over and helped her sit up.
The grandmother asked, "What time is it now?"
Qin Yuhe: "Eight in the morning."
Song Xinya was surprised for a moment. According to Qin Yuhe's schedule, he would leave for work punctually at six in the morning, yet he was still here at eight today.
Qin Yuhe saw her surprise and said, "I booked an internationally renowned psychiatrist for Grandma today. He will come to the nursing home to see her."
To think he was this thoughtful; Song Xinya felt as if her heart was wrapped in warm clouds.
A good marital relationship required mutual effort, and she wanted to do something for him too.
Remembering that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, she turned and walked toward the door: "Mr. Qin, I'll go buy breakfast."
In fact, there was no need for her to buy breakfast. Qin Yuhe had already had someone buy it and deliver it.
An assistant carrying large and small bags walked in and laid out a nutritionally balanced breakfast all over the table.
After the meal, the internationally renowned psychiatrist arrived.
After examining and evaluating the grandmother, he formulated a personalized treatment plan for her and stated that he would come over three times a week for her psychotherapy sessions.
For an internationally renowned expert like this, others usually begged him for medical consultations. For him to be willing to come to the nursing home in person to treat her grandmother, Song Xinya knew it was because Qin Yuhe had pulled strings behind the scenes.
She said sincerely, "Mr. Qin, thank you."
This time, Qin Yuhe didn't say "you're welcome." Instead, he gently stroked her hair and said, "There is no need to thank me. Your grandmother is my grandmother, too."
