Song Xinya was being turned this way and that by Qin Yuhe.
After a good while, she asked, "Have you found them all?"
Qin Yuhe's fingers caressed her body. "I'm not sure. I haven't finished looking."
Just how carefully was he looking?
His fingers wrapped around one of her ankles, trying to part her legs to carefully inspect her inner thigh.
This was too embarrassing.
Why did the dignified Crown Prince Qin have a hobby of looking for moles on a woman's body?
What did he think this was, a treasure hunt? Was he searching for treasure on her body?
Song Xinya lifted her other foot and kicked Qin Yuhe's wrist hard.
He let go of her ankle and looked at her.
Song Xinya pulled the blanket over herself, her face flushed red. "Stop looking."
Qin Yuhe didn't continue, lying down beside her instead.
Song Xinya glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already eleven in the morning. Surprised, she asked, "Are you not going to work today?"
He usually went to the office at six in the morning.
He was the best among workaholics, the absolute king of model workers.
Qin Yuhe replied, "Grandpa is handling the group's affairs. I don't have to go today."
Was he planning to spend the whole day with her?
She had never spent this much time with him before.
For a moment, she didn't quite know what to do.
Qin Yuhe had an idea. He rolled over and pressed her down beneath him once again.
His palm caressed her cheek, his well-defined fingers slowly and teasingly rubbing her face. His intentions were obvious.
"Want to drink some red wine?"
Song Xinya: "...It's not good to drink on an empty stomach."
Qin Yuhe: "Then we won't drink."
His fingers traced down her cheek, igniting a fire along the way, slowly sliding to her neck. His thumb pressed against her collarbone, his touch burning hot.
"Were you satisfied with my performance last night?"
His straightforward words, calm tone, and serious expression made it seem as if he were genuinely discussing whether he had solved a math problem correctly.
Here it came, the inescapable post-class review.
Song Xinya felt like being in bed with him was like attending a class.
What a unique experience.
The blush-inducing, heart-pounding scenes from last night flooded her mind—hot, damp, and sticky.
Song Xinya's heart skipped a beat.
Since he asked, she decided to answer truthfully.
After all, they were a married couple now. It wasn't a one-night stand where they'd sleep together once and never again.
She also wanted their marital life to be very harmonious.
"Overall, I was pretty satisfied."
Qin Yuhe immediately caught the key point: "Which specific details were you dissatisfied with?"
Song Xinya: "Sometimes you were too forceful, too heavy-handed."
Qin Yuhe: "Alright, I'll be gentler next time."
He remained deadpan, his expression filled with an earnest thirst for knowledge, as he asked, "Do you prefer it to be gentle the entire time?"
Song Xinya: "Don't be too gentle, either."
Qin Yuhe: "Gentle at times, and fierce at others?"
Song Xinya: "Something like that."
Qin Yuhe said, "I roughly understand what you mean, but just talking about it without practicing is merely theoretical. Come on, let's do a practical exercise right now."
Song Xinya: "..."
Why did she feel like she had fallen into his trap?
They had only finished at three in the morning, and now it was eleven. It had only been eight hours, and he already wanted to go again.
She pressed her hands against his chest, softly begging for mercy, "I'm still sore."
Qin Yuhe: "Apply some ointment."
Song Xinya's eyes widened. Did he mean that after applying the ointment, they would immediately start "class"?
Seeing the panic in her eyes, Qin Yuhe smiled and rubbed her head. "I'm not so starved that I'd disregard your body."
He buried his face in her neck, his soft lips pressing against her skin. He gave her neck a light suck before rolling off her.
A tingling, electric sensation spread from the spot he had kissed.
Qin Yuhe threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom.
The backlight outlined his lean, muscular physique: broad back, narrow waist, tight hips, and long legs.
This beautiful sight flashed before Song Xinya's eyes.
It was her first time seeing a man's naked body so completely, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
Then she realized there was no need to close them.
They were husband and wife; what was there that she couldn't look at?
It was completely legal.
When Song Xinya opened her eyes again, Qin Yuhe had already gone into the bathroom and closed the door.
Realizing she was also completely naked, she took advantage of Qin Yuhe washing up to sit up, get out of bed, pick up her nightgown from the carpet, and slip it on.
When Qin Yuhe came out of the bathroom, he was wrapped in a bathrobe.
He looked over at her and saw she was wearing her nightgown.
He walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, and once again saw it filled with colorful bras hanging inside.
Song Xinya said, "I liberated them from the drawer."
"Liberated?" Qin Yuhe asked. "Did I oppress them?"
Song Xinya: "Didn't you?"
Qin Yuhe: "What do you mean by that?"
Was he wrong to help her tidy up her underwear?
Song Xinya: "Repeatedly folding the support structures in bras makes them prone to losing their shape, which reduces their supportive effect. For someone with a large... for someone of my size, it's very important that bras have good support."
Qin Yuhe cast a glance at her. His palms suddenly itched as he reminisced about the warmth and pressure he had applied to them last night.
"I understand. I won't fold them anymore."
He liked everything to be orderly, neat, and perfectly arranged.
The clothes in his wardrobe were always sorted by color from light to dark; this had never changed.
He stared at the colorful garments hanging haphazardly in the closet and clicked his tongue.
Song Xinya: "Let me take my clothes to the next room. We can keep our clothes separate, and then you can have it just the way it was before."
Qin Yuhe said, "No need."
Rather than separating them, he thought he should probably consider overcoming his OCD.
...
By the time Song Xinya arrived at the first-floor hall, it was lunchtime.
Song Tingye was sitting at the dining table. "Sis, are you a little piggy? Why did you wake up so late today?"
Song Xinya: "If waking up late once turned me into a pig, I wouldn't even need to work. The National Academy of Sciences would treat me like a rare treasure."
Song Tingye: "Treat you like a treasure to fatten you up and then eat you?"
Song Xinya: "What, when I'm slaughtered and eaten, you want to grab a piece of meat for a taste?"
Song Tingye: "No, I wouldn't eat it."
Song Xinya: "Good to know you have a conscience and know how to care for your older sister."
Song Tingye: "Mainly because I don't like pork. I prefer beef."
Song Xinya glared at him. "Just eat your food. You talk so much, it's like you swallowed a chatterbox."
Song Tingye mimed zipping his lips. "Okay, I'll stop talking."
The servants placed all the dishes on the table. Song Xinya glanced around the hall but didn't see Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe had come downstairs before her.
Where did he go?
Song Xinya looked at Song Tingye. "Have you seen your brother-in-law?"
Song Tingye kept his lips tightly pressed together: "Mmph mmph mmph mmph."
Song Xinya: "Have you gone mute?"
Song Tingye: "Mmph mmph mmph mmph."
Song Xinya knew the brat was doing it on purpose. I was wrong. I won't scold you anymore. Just tell me.
Song Tingye finally opened his mouth. Brother-in-law went to the garden.
As a family, they couldn't just start eating without him.
Song Xinya went to the garden and saw that after the devastation of last night's rainstorm, the white jasmine bushes were in a sorry state. The ground was littered with broken branches and petals torn off by the fierce wind.
Qin Yuhe was directing the servants to clean up. Clear out all the white jasmine.
Song Xinya asked in surprise, Some of the white jasmine are still perfectly fine, why get rid of them?
I don't plan on planting white jasmine in the garden anymore, he said, looking at her. I'm going to plant pink and blue hydrangeas.
Song Xinya's heart fluttered, as if brushed by a butterfly's wings.
Her favorite flowers were pink and blue hydrangeas.
The temperature was a bit low today, and it was windy.
Song Xinya was only wearing a dress. As the cold wind howled against her, she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
Qin Yuhe took off his jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and wrapped his arm around her to guide her back to the living room.
The jacket still held his body heat, and the hand holding her shoulder was strong and firm.
Leaning half into his embrace, she no longer felt cold.
After the meal, Qin Yuhe busied himself with the garden arrangements again. He even personally handled which varieties of hydrangeas to buy.
He was taking this matter very seriously.
Wearing his jacket, Song Xinya sat behind the glass wall near the garden. She held a cup of coffee, taking slow sips as her gaze drifted toward the tall figure working busily outside.
Her phone suddenly rang. She answered, and Tiantianquan's voice came through: Babe, did you have a good time in bed last night?
Song Xinya held her coffee with both hands and gave a soft mm.
Tiantianquan teased, Oh my, it seems you're quite satisfied with your husband's performance last night.
With the young master's physique, you can just tell he is fiercely capable. How many condoms did you guys use last night? Three? Four? Five? Eighteen?
Song Xinya replied, Last night we didn't use any.
Tiantianquan was stunned for a second before it dawned on her. She exploded, Holy crap! You let him... you know, inside?!
Song Xinya said, We are husband and wife, it's fine not to use one.
Tiantianquan exclaimed, Get ready to be pregnant! Actually, who knows, the young master's seed might already be taking root and sprouting in your belly right this second!
