All the lights in the bedroom were turned on, illuminating the room as bright as day.
Song Xinya lay beneath Qin Yuhe. His handsome face was magnified in her eyes, and she could clearly see the dark tide surging in his black pupils.
Her chest heaved.
The purplish-red hickeys on it rose and fell.
He was like a man-eating demon, his lips igniting clusters of fire across her body. The trails of marks left behind were like the embers of a blazing fire.
Song Xinya's mind was a little dizzy, as if she might pass out at any moment.
She was too inexperienced.
Or perhaps she just had too little experience.
Her only previous experience had been with a man who was equally passionate and fiery.
Only that time, she hadn't felt like she was going to faint at any second.
That time she had drunk red wine.
Right, red wine!
Like a drowning person finally catching a piece of driftwood, Song Xinya spoke up, I want to drink some red wine.
As the words left her mouth, her voice was breathy and so charmingly sweet it could drip water, sounding just like a coquettish plea.
Qin Yuhe noticed her excessive nervousness and agreed to her request: Alright.
He lifted the hands that were gripping her waist and stood up from her: I will go get the wine.
At this moment, Song Xinya's dress had been pushed down to her waist. She sat up, covering her chest with both hands, her face flushed red: Okay, go get it.
Qin Yuhe's gaze lingered on her snow-white skin: Do you want me to help you get dressed?
Song Xinya: No need, I was just about to change into my pajamas anyway.
Mhm, Qin Yuhe turned and walked toward the door.
His hair and shirt were no longer meticulously neat. A few strands of his perfectly styled hair now fell over his forehead, and his white shirt was half untucked, hanging loosely over his black suit trousers.
It gave him a somewhat rakish and uninhibited charm, quite different from his usual image.
Once Qin Yuhe left the room, Song Xinya released her hands from her chest and took a few deep breaths.
She opened the wardrobe and saw that burgundy sexy nightgown.
Song Xinya's hand bypassed it and picked up a white lace nightgown she usually wore.
After changing, she stood in the bedroom, feeling restless for a moment.
Being constantly tense and excited was exhausting, and Song Xinya felt a little thirsty.
She walked out of the bedroom, went down to the first floor, poured a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp. Just as she was about to head back, Song Tingye came out of his room.
Sis, you and brother-in-law are back from the Qin family old mansion.
Song Xinya: We have been back for a while.
Song Tingye looked around the hall: Where is brother-in-law?
Song Xinya: He went to get some red wine.
Song Tingye: In the middle of the night, at eleven o'clock, why are you two still drinking?
To set the mood.
Song Xinya was definitely not going to say those words to her younger brother.
I suddenly got thirsty and wanted a drink.
Song Tingye said with an innocent face: If you are thirsty, drink water. Why drink wine? That stuff only makes you thirstier.
A little bit is fine, Song Xinya urged him: Stop worrying about my business. Go back to your room and hurry up and sleep.
Just as Song Tingye was about to turn and leave, he suddenly pointed at Song Xinya's neck and asked in astonishment: Sis, what is wrong with your neck? Why is it all red and purple patches?
Song Xinya was just trying to come up with an excuse to brush it off.
Song Tingye: Look at you, why didn't you spray some mosquito repellent before going out? Your neck is bitten all over by mosquitoes.
Song Xinya: There was one particularly fierce mosquito that kept biting me.
Song Tingye: Then what are you waiting for? Just zap it to death with the electric mosquito swatter!
He grabbed the electric mosquito swatter from the side and held it high: Where is the mosquito? I will zap it to death!
Qin Yuhe walked in holding a bottle of red wine.
Song Xinya froze slightly, not knowing if he had heard her conversation with Song Tingye.
She snatched the electric mosquito swatter from Song Tingye's hand, swatted his butt with it, and urged: Go, go, go back to your room and sleep.
Before returning to his room, Song Tingye did not forget to look back and remind Qin Yuhe: Brother-in-law, remember to take the electric mosquito swatter back to the bedroom and check if there are any mosquitoes in there. Look at how my sister's neck was bitten! Oh my god, that mosquito was too brutal.
Qin Yuhe's deep black eyes looked toward Song Xinya: I am a mosquito?
Well, um... Song Xinya turned and jogged toward the second floor to escape: My phone seems to be ringing, I will go check.
She trotted ahead, while he followed behind at an unhurried pace.
Song Xinya ran into the bathroom and dawdled inside for a while.
You can hide for a while, but you cannot hide forever.
What must be faced, must be faced eventually.
Song Xinya opened the bathroom door and walked out.
The scent of rose aromatherapy drifted to her nose, the top notes sweet and elegant, the base notes mixed with the freshness of citrus.
The bedroom lights were off, and scented candles were placed on the table and nightstand.
The candlelight flickered, the warm yellow glow spreading out. The air was wrapped in a lazy warmth, softening the night and creating an enchanting and romantic atmosphere.
Qin Yuhe stood by the scented candles, his long, beautiful fingers gently swirling the red wine glass. His posture was lazy and relaxed, his exquisite features bathed in the candlelight, looking like someone walking out of an old vintage film, stunningly quiet and timeless.
Song Xinya was seduced.
Her initial nervousness turned into excitement.
A romantic atmosphere, a beautiful man, it was hard not to be moved.
She walked toward him.
Qin Yuhe placed the poured red wine into her hand: Romanee-Conti, the kind you said was delicious last time.
He still remembered.
Song Xinya raised her glass and clinked it against his.
As she brought the glass to her mouth, his arm wrapped around hers, intertwining.
Qin Yuhe: Tonight is our wedding night, let us drink a cross-cupped toast.
Song Xinya's long eyelashes drooped shyly: Okay.
Their arms were hooked together, drawing them close, their body heat warming each other.
The mellow wine slid down their throats, the faint sounds of swallowing mixing together until it was impossible to tell hers from his.
Wine gives courage to cowards, this saying was entirely true. After finishing a glass of red wine, Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe with eyes that seemed to have hooks, charmingly provocative and radiating an eager anticipation.
Qin Yuhe slightly raised an eyebrow, a smile curving the corners of his lips.
He reached out, hooked his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and pressed her down onto his lap.
Song Xinya's mind was dizzy, yet the sensation beneath her was so clear. The muscles of his thighs were as solid as iron, hard and lean, pressing against her, instantly making one imagine just how powerful and vigorous he would be once unleashed.
Qin Yuhe asked: How did you feel about our pre-class preview just now?
Song Xinya: ...It was quite good.
Qin Yuhe: Did my kisses make you feel good?
Song Xinya: ...Yes.
Qin Yuhe: That is good.
He stood up with her in his arms and walked toward the double bed.
Song Xinya was laid flat on the soft bedsheets. Her smooth, shiny black hair spread out like rose petals, her graceful figure alluring and inviting.
Qin Yuhe gazed at her as his fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
This time, no matter what happens, I will not stop.
"Whatever a married couple is meant to do, I will see it through to the very end."
