“I think…”
Song Xinya’s waist and abdomen pressed against Qin Yuhe. She leaned her shoulders back, her hips and lower back forming a seductive S-shaped curve.
She cupped his face in both hands, gazing at him with misty eyes while her thumbs rubbed against his flushed, soft lips.
A sly, lively sparkle danced in her moist eyes.
“A serious man like President Qin would definitely choose the slow charge.”
Qin Yuhe let out a low chuckle, clearly disagreeing. “Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about me?”
“No,” Song Xinya replied, studying his face. Staring at that especially sensual face of his, she said, “You look so pure.”
Qin Yuhe’s gaze swept over her face like a paintbrush gliding across paper, tracing her features stroke by stroke. “You look very seductive.”
Song Xinya’s face suddenly grew hot. She had the distinct feeling that his words carried another meaning. “What do you mean?”
Qin Yuhe said, “The moment I see your face, it stirs my desire.”
Song Xinya’s face turned bright red. Scorching heat spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, then all the way down her neck.
How could that mouth of his casually say things that made her heart race and her face burn?
She wanted some peace and quiet.
She released his cheeks and started toward the office door.
From behind, a muscular arm slid along one side of her waist, wrapped around her, and pulled her firmly into his embrace.
Song Xinya let out a soft sound. “Mmm…”
With one hand coiled around her slender, supple waist, Qin Yuhe stroked down her snow-white thigh with the other, reaching for her calf.
He lifted his leg and drove his knee firmly into her bottom, giving it an upward push.
Song Xinya let out a delicate cry when he bumped her.
“Ah~”
The final note trembled with sweetness.
Qin Yuhe said, “With all those mmm’s and ah’s, are you enjoying yourself?”
Song Xinya: “…”
“It’s not that enjoyable.”
Qin Yuhe said, “That’s true. This is nothing. It’s much better in bed.”
Song Xinya’s cheeks flushed, and she fell silent.
He carried her into the main office area and set her down on a desk.
Her slender, pale calves dangled over the edge, swinging back and forth.
Song Xinya asked in confusion, “Why did you put me on the desk?”
Qin Yuhe looked at her with smiling, dark eyes. “What do you think?”
He turned his palm upward, placed the back of his hand against the desk, and reached toward her bottom.
Song Xinya’s heart began pounding.
There were cameras in the office!
And although all their coworkers had left for the day, someone might still suddenly come back to the company!
This was insane!
Song Xinya grabbed the arm reaching toward her bottom with both hands. “You’re crazy.”
“I’m not crazy,” Qin Yuhe said. “I’m perfectly clearheaded.”
“What clearheaded person would do that with his wife in the office?”
“Do what?”
“Just…” Song Xinya stammered. “Have sex.”
Qin Yuhe smiled. His hand reached her backside and neatly tugged the hem of her skirt free from beneath her.
“I’m doing this.”
Song Xinya: “???”
“Huh?”
Qin Yuhe asked, “Disappointed that I wasn’t going to have sex with you?”
Song Xinya was so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.
So he had only been helping her pull the skirt out from under her.
Qin Yuhe curled his finger and flicked her forehead. “What kind of unhealthy things do you think about all day?”
Song Xinya rubbed her forehead and stubbornly retorted, “I only think about them. You’re the one who does unhealthy things all the time.”
“That sort of thing is quite healthy.”
“What I think about is healthy too.”
“Everything you say makes sense.”
“I’m always right.”
Qin Yuhe lowered his head and planted a deep kiss on her cheek. “You’re right. You’re the very embodiment of truth.”
The kiss left Song Xinya dazed. She sat there obediently and stopped arguing.
Qin Yuhe picked up the handbag she had left on the desk, took her hand, and led her outside. “Let’s go home.”
After they got home, Song Xinya went to the bathroom to wash up.
When she came out, she was wearing a very revealing nightgown.
The black lace fabric featured a semitransparent, plunging V-neck adorned with floral embroidery, outlining her beautifully shaped breasts and making their snowy fullness look even more alluring.
The back was largely exposed, revealing her smooth, flawless skin and delicate white shoulders.
The elegant scent of roses from her recent bath lingered around her.
Song Xinya emerged from the bathroom and looked toward Qin Yuhe, who was seated at the desk, her eyes full of expectation.
“It’s time to sleep.”
Qin Yuhe’s eyes remained fixed on the computer screen, his long, pale fingers tapping away at the keyboard.
“I have some things to take care of.”
He had been dealing with work ever since they returned, and he seemed to be in a hurry.
It was obvious that whatever he was handling had to be extremely important.
Song Xinya walked toward the bed and lay alone on the enormous mattress.
She tossed and turned several times on the soft bedding.
The sheets were champagne-colored silk, smooth as spring water. Their surface shimmered with a pearlescent glow, dazzling like a sunlit sea rippling with light.
Song Xinya looked like a little fish anxiously tumbling through the waves.
She waited for a while, but Qin Yuhe still did not come over.
She braced both hands against the sheets, sat up, leaned against the headboard, and looked toward Qin Yuhe.
The computer screen cast a cold white glow over his face. A delicate shadow fell beneath his lashes, while the sharp line of his jaw looked even more clean-cut.
His expression was so serious.
His thin lips were pressed tightly together, his gaze locked onto the screen, and an air of complete concentration surrounded him.
Whatever he was dealing with had to be extremely important.
Song Xinya lay back beneath the covers and casually pulled a book from the bedside table, opening it.
She had no real interest in reading.
Not a single word on the page made it into her eyes.
She looked at the words with her right eye, and they flew straight out through her left.
She had picked up this book several times, but had never managed to absorb a single page.
Today, she had driven Zhao Yinian out of the company and reclaimed the Qin Group shares she had once given her. Every time Song Xinya thought about it, she felt delighted.
In that happy, relaxed state of mind, she drifted off to sleep.
The book slipped over her face as the scent of ink slowly spread through the room.
Time passed second by second.
A large hand, long-fingered and elegant as a plum blossom branch, lifted the book from her face.
Qin Yuhe closed it and looked at the title—
The Domineering Emperor’s Tender Caresses: The Delicate Maiden Can’t Take It
His wife was reading smut again.
Whenever he was away on business, he often saw her reading this very book through the security cameras.
Was it really that good?
Qin Yuhe opened it. Four large words immediately caught his eye—
Take Me Hard!
The title of the first chapter read: On Their Wedding Night, the Domineering Emperor Couldn’t Stop, and the Delicate Maiden Wept and Wept.
Qin Yuhe: “…”
A flock of crows seemed to fly over his head.
Why did his wife like reading smut so much?
Had he been neglecting her?
Or did she have some secret fetish she was too embarrassed to confess, leaving her to relieve it by reading erotic novels?
Since she liked this book so much, there had to be a reason.
And the reason had to be somewhere inside it.
So Qin Yuhe didn’t sleep that night. He spent the entire night reading the erotic novel…
And learned several new positions…
