The space inside the car was already cramped, and the distance between the two of them was extremely close. The heat of his body, wrapped in a crisp, clean scent, enveloped her, tinting the air with a lingering intimacy.
The man's aggressive aura was pervasive, like a tightly woven spiderweb, and Song Xinya was the prey caught within it.
Her back was pressed against the cold leather seat, yet her body was burning hot.
The overhead light in the car shone down on Qin Yuhe. He hovered just above her, lightly pressing against her front, and her lowered gaze inevitably fell upon him.
In the interplay of light and shadow, the lines of his neck were long and beautiful. On his cool, pale skin, the faint blue veins throbbed with tension, brimming with raw desire.
He was too close to her; every breath she took was filled with his scent.
Her face flushed crimson.
Resting her hands on his shoulders, she gave him a gentle push outward.
"As for the baby-making, let's talk about it when we get home."
After all, it would be their first time together. They couldn't possibly start a fierce battle right here in the car.
Even though the privacy partition had been raised, Song Xinya truly couldn't bring herself to do it. With the driver right up front, having sex with a man in the backseat was simply out of the question.
How thick-skinned would she have to be?
Qin Yuhe was a man who pursued perfection in everything, including making love.
Doing it in the car could serve as a little spice for their married life later on.
But for their very first time, it would be much better in a bed.
Yielding to the pressure of her hands, he sat back down in his seat.
Song Xinya looked out the car window, trying to calm the palpitations that threatened to burst from her chest.
She only had one previous experience.
A year ago, after getting drunk and stumbling into the wrong hotel room, she had slept with a man whose identity remained a mystery.
That man had been both gentle and fierce, dominant yet considerate, with incredibly superb skills.
She had to admit, she had derived a lot of pleasure from it.
Gazing at Qin Yuhe's profile reflected in the car window, amidst the shifting light and shadows, his facial features were sharp, smooth, and breathtakingly handsome.
She wondered if he had ever slept with a woman before.
And if he had, who was she?
While Song Xinya's thoughts were running wild, Qin Yuhe suddenly turned his head to look at her. His gaze traced down her slender waistline and swept over her hips.
He asked out of the blue, "Do you have any moles on your body?"
Song Xinya did have moles, and more than just one.
The first one that came to her mind was the perfectly round, small black mole right in the middle of her right buttock.
Because it was located in such a private area and was exceptionally round, she remembered it the most vividly.
Song Xinya replied, "Yes."
When Qin Yuhe first met Song Xinya at the cafe for their blind date, a wave of familiarity had washed over him.
He had wondered if Song Xinya was the very woman who had spent that passionate night with him.
Aside from leaving behind a coin minted in the year 2000, the deepest impression that woman had left on him was the small, perfectly round black mole in the middle of her right buttock.
Qin Yuhe pressed further, "Where exactly on your body do you have moles?"
Song Xinya answered, "I have them in quite a few places. I've never really searched my whole body for them."
Qin Yuhe said, "I'll help you search your entire body to find them all."
Song Xinya was slightly taken aback. How could a man have such a strange fetish, having a thing for moles on a woman's body?
...
The car sped along the highway. Outside the window, the streetlights rapidly retreated, blurring into a glowing stream of light.
Qin Yuhe's phone rang, and a young, slightly childish female voice came through.
"Brother, have you and my sister-in-law gone home yet?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
The little princess of the Qin family, Qin Yuyan: "I haven't even seen what my sister-in-law looks like yet. How could you just take her home?"
Qin Yuhe: "You're at a summer camp in the US. How are you supposed to see her? By astral projection?"
Qin Yuyan: "But I came back from the US."
Qin Yuhe frowned slightly.
Initially, in order to attend that summer camp in the US, this spoiled little princess had cried and screamed, turning the whole household upside down. She kept saying she was going to the US camp to acquire knowledge, but now she was back after only a week.
Qin Yuhe: "What kind of knowledge could you possibly learn so fast? Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division under the number ten?"
Qin Yuyan: "I learned how to do math under ten ages ago."
Qin Yuhe: "Is that so? With your barren intellect, I assumed you still couldn't handle math under ten. I was preparing to hire a top-tier tutor to teach you properly."
Qin Yuyan pouted in dissatisfaction: "Brother, all you do is mock me."
Qin Yuhe: "You never listened when I tried talking to you nicely."
If this little terror had listened to even a single word, she wouldn't have scored a mere 5 points on her final math exam.
Five points!
Qin Yuhe was quite frankly amazed by her score. He could have guessed blindly with his eyes closed and scored higher than that.
How could a person be this stupid?
Qin Yuhe had once suspected that his sister was mentally disabled.
He took her for an IQ test, but the results were completely normal.
His sister simply abhorred studying.
Qin Yuhe had hired many famous tutors to teach her, but without exception, none lasted more than three days before being pranked and chased away by his spoiled sister.
A headache-inducing little demon.
The voice of the little demon, Qin Yuyan, came through the phone: "Brother, I'm heading over to your and my sister-in-law's place now. I want to see her."
Qin Yuhe replied coldly: "Don't come."
Qin Yuyan: "Why not?"
Qin Yuhe: "You'll be in the way."
Qin Yuyan: "How would I be in the way? I just plan to have a nice chat with my sister-in-law tonight, bond with her, and share a bed to sleep with her."
And that wasn't being in the way?
Qin Yuhe scoffed.
"Don't come. Even if you do, I won't open the door for you."
The call disconnected.
The words Qin Yuyan had opened her mouth to say were forced right back down her throat.
She was truly curious now. Just what kind of sister-in-law could tame a great demon king like her brother?
...
Song Xinya followed behind Qin Yuhe as they walked toward the second-floor bedroom.
Knowing what was about to happen, every step she took felt like the surrounding temperature was rising by a degree.
She began to secretly check out his physique.
He had an inverted triangle figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The line of his shoulders was sharp and structured, as if tailored, and the curve from his back down to his waistline was clean and sexy.
His buttocks were quite perky.
His arms hung by his sides with the sleeves rolled halfway up. The muscles in his forearms were firm and smooth, full but not overly exaggerated, exuding the well-proportioned strength of someone who worked out year-round.
Not only did his face look incredibly sexy, but his body looked just as arousing.
As for whether he was actually good at it and performed well, she would only know once she tried it.
Deep down, Song Xinya was looking forward to it.
After all, nobody wanted to marry an impotent man; everyone wanted a husband with normal functions.
Moreover, she had experienced the wonders of that act before and thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure it brought.
The two of them crossed the spacious living room, walked up the coffee-colored spiral staircase, passed through a long corridor, and finally stood before the bedroom door.
Qin Yuhe's long, slender fingers grasped the doorknob.
Song Xinya looked up at his face. It remained cool and aloof, devoid of much expression.
With a soft click, the door opened.
Suddenly, he seized her wrist. She was pulled into the room by a powerful, unquestionable force. A shadow immediately descended upon her, and her soft body was pressed firmly against the door.
Qin Yuhe leaned down, burying his face in her neck.
His soft lips pressed against the skin of her throat.
He kissed her first, his teeth scraping lightly against her flesh. A moment later, a wet sensation spread across her neck as he began to lick her.
The hand gripping her waist tightened more and more, exerting an increasing amount of force.
His mouth moved with the exact same intensity.
Song Xinya's lips were not sealed, yet she felt like a fish stranded on the shore. A wave of suffocation washed over her, leaving her gasping for air.
One of his hands wedged forcefully between her back and the door. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress with practiced precision and pulled it down.
He slipped the thin straps right off her shoulders.
His kisses trailed down her neck—slow, lingering, teasing, and entirely relentless.
Her heartbeat spiraled out of control.
Her mind drifted far from the shores of reason.
Ragged breaths echoed all the way from the doorway to the bed.
Her silky hair caught and tangled around the buttons of his white shirt.
His tall, powerfully built body hovered over hers. One hand gripped her waist, while the other gently caressed her face.
"Mrs. Qin, are you ready?"
