Song Xinya could feel Qin Yuhe's urgency.
She thought he would cut straight to the chase and move on to the main course.
But he didn't. Before "solving the problem," he shared a tender session of "pre-class preparation" with her.
His foreplay was incredibly drawn out, his pacing controlled to perfection—starting with lingering tenderness before transitioning into a fierce, all-consuming hunger.
Qin Yuhe was a good teacher.
As an inexperienced student under his guidance, Song Xinya didn't need to worry about what to do. She only had to follow his rhythm and obey his commands to master the method of "solving the problem" and experience its bliss.
She felt as if she were floating on clouds, completely intoxicated. Her arms wrapped around his broad, firm back. Unable to control herself in the heat of passion, her fingertips scratched lines across his cold, jade-white skin.
Tiny beads of bright red blood seeped from the scratches on his back.
He had no time to care.
All his attention was entirely on her right now.
Qin Yuhe braced his arms on either side of her body. His dark eyes studied her, his gaze scorching.
She had no idea how beautiful she looked at this moment.
Her thick black hair spread out like satin. The smooth pink nightgown had been torn by him, its neckline gaping wide.
She lay softly beneath him, the corners of her eyes tinted red. A thin layer of mist gathered in her eyes, and her eyelashes were damp with escaped tears, sticking together in translucent, wet clusters.
Her skin was as white as snow, now flushed with a lavish pink from his fierce, rolling movements.
Wherever his fingers touched, a red mark blossomed.
She was unbelievably delicate.
Her lips were as red as blood, slightly parted as she breathed out soft, hot pants.
Her fox-like eyes rippled like spring water, the slightly upturned corners brimming with enchanting allure.
She was not just breathtakingly beautiful, but soul-stealingly seductive.
Qin Yuhe was not a selfish man; he cared deeply about his partner's feelings.
He leaned down, pressing against her, and bit her ear lightly, asking, "Do you like it?"
Song Xinya gripped the bedsheets tightly. The pristine white fabric darkened where her sweaty palms dampened it, leaving a wet trail.
"I like it."
He explored her in every possible way.
"Do you like this?"
"I l-like it."
"And what about this?"
"I-I l-like it."
What kind of questions were these?
Could he just stop asking?
She was stuttering from sheer embarrassment.
Song Xinya's cheeks were so red they looked ready to drip with color.
She turned her head to the side and reached out to cover his mouth. Her delicate voice sounded as if it had been soaked in honey, so sweet it made one's throat itch.
"Whatever you do, I like it."
Qin Yuhe kept staring into her eyes, his gaze suddenly turning dark and intense.
"You said it."
Outside the window, a sudden rainstorm broke out. Wild, torrential raindrops poured down, beating fiercely against the blooming jasmine flowers in the garden.
The snow-white jasmine petals trembled and swayed in the violent storm.
Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared; inside, it was fiery and passionate.
Back then, Qin Yuhe had chosen to give this villa in the Forbidden Mansion to Song Xinya because of its excellent soundproofing.
Facts proved that its soundproofing was absolutely impeccable.
The thunder crashed outside as if trying to split a hole in the ground, but the two people inside didn't notice a thing.
All they could hear was each other's increasingly rapid breathing.
Their body temperatures continued to climb.
Their heartbeats grew faster and faster.
His hands, veins bulging, gripped her waist.
"Mrs. Qin, you are so sweet," he praised, his cheek pressed against hers, his voice hoarse and drenched in desire.
He seemed particularly satisfied, lightly rubbing his nose against hers, nuzzling her affectionately.
He was like blazing magma, roasting and searing her, and like a surging ocean, sweeping her into bottomless waves of lust.
A drop of sweat fell from his forehead, landing on her chest and sliding down her smooth, delicate skin.
Gradually, Song Xinya lost all her strength. His handsome, clear face slowly blurred into a vague outline. Her hands, which had been hugging his back, fell limply onto the sheets. Her reason was entirely wiped out, completely submerged in the stormy waves he brought her.
She drifted up and down.
Tossed into the air, then plunging back into the tide.
He was the helmsman deciding where she sailed.
At 3:30 in the morning, the ambiguous sounds in the room subsided, and everything returned to tranquility.
This major exam question was finally finished.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room.
In her groggy state, Song Xinya saw the bright lightning and finally realized it had rained heavily tonight.
Qin Yuhe got out of bed, brought over a glass of warm water, and pulled Song Xinya—who was as soft as a puddle of water—into his arms. He pressed the rim of the glass to her lips.
"Drink some water, your voice is hoarse."
How did her voice get hoarse?
Didn't he have a clue?
Song Xinya felt as if she had been run over by a truck; her whole body was limp and weak.
She didn't raise her hand to take the glass, instead drinking the whole cup directly from his hand.
Qin Yuhe asked, "Do you want more?"
Song Xinya's heart gave a violent jolt. "No more, my waist is already hurting."
Qin Yuhe: "I was asking if you wanted more water."
Song Xinya: "..."
"I meant I didn't want any more water either."
Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a faint smile. "Yes, Mrs. Qin is right. I misunderstood."
After drinking the water, Song Xinya collapsed onto the sheets, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
The mattress beside her dipped. Qin Yuhe lifted the blanket and lay down, his scorching body heat radiating toward her.
His arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, his fingers gently pinching the soft flesh there.
"Mrs. Qin, how do you think I performed just now? Is there any room for improvement?"
Song Xinya understood. This guy wanted to do a post-class review with her after finishing the "assignment."
He really was a good teacher. Leading his student through pre-class prep, working hard during class, and doing a post-class review. So rigorous and serious, not skipping a single step.
Sorry, but she was exhausted to death and really wasn't in the mood right now.
Seriously, he was the one doing all the work—wasn't he tired?
She, who didn't exert any effort, was so tired she felt like she was ascending to heaven.
Song Xinya pulled the blanket up to cover her head. Her weak voice came out muffled from underneath: "Let's sleep first. We can talk about it tomorrow."
Qin Yuhe: "Alright."
Considering that sleeping with her head covered was bad for her health, he leaned in and peeled the blanket off her face, exposing her flushed cheeks.
He lay back down under the covers, leaving a small gap between them.
The next day, when Song Xinya woke up, her whole body was plastered against Qin Yuhe. Like clinging to a precious treasure, both her hands were tightly hugging his arm.
Was his arm some kind of sleep-inducing miracle cure? The moment she fell asleep, she was lured into pressing up against him and hugging it.
She couldn't understand her own habit of liking to sleep holding his arm.
Whatever. If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it. There were plenty of things in this world that couldn't be figured out.
She continued to hug it.
The man's arm was muscular, firm, and warm. Holding it in her embrace gave her a very grounded sense of security.
Song Xinya pressed her cheek against his arm and rubbed it gently.
Qin Yuhe slowly opened his eyes.
Oh no. Her secret of liking to sleep holding his arm had been discovered.
A flash of guilt washed over her, like she had been caught doing something bad. She quickly let go of his arm.
Qin Yuhe pressed her hand right back into place and murmured, It is fine.
His deep voice carried the husky, lazy edge of someone who had just woken up.
What is fine? Song Xinya asked.
I noticed a long time ago that you like to fall asleep holding my arm, Qin Yuhe replied.
Ah! Song Xinya gasped.
She thought she had been hiding it so well.
Did it bother your sleep? she asked.
No, he said.
He was someone who usually valued his independence and personal space, yet not only did he not mind, but it actually seemed like his sleep quality improved when she held onto him.
Song Xinya continued to cling to his arm.
She had been so exhausted last night that she fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow, completely naked.
And so was he.
Pressed tightly together, their bare skin touched without any barriers, sharing their body heat.
It was one thing when they were asleep, but now that they were both wide awake, her heart, pressed flush against his arm, began to beat faster and faster.
Desperate to ease her sudden nervousness, Song Xinya tried to find an excuse to move. I am going to get up and work out, she announced.
Her white lace nightgown lay discarded on the plush carpet.
She threw off the covers, but the moment her bare feet touched the floor, an unspeakable soreness washed over her.
Her legs gave out, and she began to slide down the side of the bed.
Qin Yuhe immediately wrapped his arm around her slender waist, scooping her back up and pulling her right into his embrace.
Once again, they were pressed tightly together.
His voice was husky as he murmured to her, I do not think you will be doing any working out for the next few days.
What was Song Xinya supposed to say to that? Oh, man, you are just too amazing?
Oh, right. Let me help you find that mole on your body, Qin Yuhe said, effortlessly flipping her over so she was lying on her stomach.
His gaze trailed slowly down her waist, as if he were searching for something on her backside...
