Song Xinya had the face of an angel and the body of a devil. Her beauty was sultry and alluring, yet she also possessed an almost girlish innocence and sweetness. Tall and slender, with a delicate waist so narrow it could easily be held in one hand, she was full in all the right places—so full they seemed ready to spill over.
When a woman this breathtaking and irresistibly charming took the initiative to tease a man, no man could possibly resist.
Qin Yuhe certainly couldn’t.
It was late autumn, just edging into winter, in New York. The wind was strong and damp with cold, and the sky could change in an instant.
The moment Song Xinya was pinned beneath Qin Yuhe on the sofa, she looked through the clean, expansive floor-to-ceiling windows and saw snow.
“It’s snowing!”
She exclaimed in delight, “Qin Yuhe, it’s snowing.”
At a time like this, Qin Yuhe had no interest in whether it was snowing or not.
“No matter how beautiful the snow is, I don’t feel like looking at it right now.”
Riiip—
The sound of tearing fabric rang throughout the living room.
The elegant champagne-colored, high-waisted mermaid slip dress was torn in two from the chest by Qin Yuhe.
A perfectly good dress had become nothing more than a scrap of cloth.
Qin Yuhe offered his commentary on the matter.
“Your dress today was pretty easy to tear.”
Song Xinya lay on the sofa, her dark hair spread beneath her, a seductive allure shimmering at the corners of her eyes. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and as she spoke, she deliberately let the tip of her tongue slip out, making sure Qin Yuhe saw the delicate, moist pink of it.
“I wore something easy to tear especially for you. Do you like it?”
Qin Yuhe’s gaze traveled over her body, settling first on the opening in her dress.
He couldn’t help it. It was simply too conspicuous.
Too beautiful.
She had far too much to offer.
His deep, heated gaze burned over her like flames, leaving her flushed from head to toe, like a peach blossom blooming in spring.
Shy, she reached up to cover herself.
He caught her soft, pale hands and stretched them out to either side, baring her even more.
Qin Yuhe smiled, wicked and unrestrained.
“You’re already wearing it, so why cover up now? Be generous and let me get a good look.”
Song Xinya turned her face away, unbearably embarrassed.
“Look all you want, but don’t talk.”
Qin Yuhe said, “When you buy something on Taobao, doesn’t the seller hope the buyer will leave a five-star review after every purchase?”
Song Xinya replied, “This dress wasn’t bought on Taobao. I got it from a real store, so there’s no need to leave a five-star review.”
Qin Yuhe’s hand covered her.
“Do you think I’m talking about the dress?”
Her pearly teeth caught her lower lip, and her voice trembled.
“N-no… Aren’t you?”
Qin Yuhe’s hand tightened as he kneaded her.
“No matter how beautiful the dress is, it still can’t compare to you.”
“Five stars are far too few. Song Xinya, you get a perfect score.”
Song Xinya let out a long, heated breath.
“Mmh…”
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, great swaths of snowflakes drifted downward.
The snowfall was incredibly dense. It was as if the sky had become a vast, boundless plastic bag, endlessly tipping goose-feather snow over the world below.
Song Xinya hadn’t seen snow this heavy in a long time. She never expected that, in New York, on Qin Yuhe’s birthday, she would witness such a magnificent scene—the heavens sending great clouds of snow down across the vast earth.
“How beautiful.”
Qin Yuhe admired the flawless view beneath the purple lace fabric. There was so little of it that it covered none of what it should have, while revealing in plain sight everything it shouldn’t.
“It really is beautiful.”
Her hands were small and soft. Carefully, she cupped his face and asked, “Would you like to kiss me first?”
Although Qin Yuhe was consumed by desire, he had always been a very patient man.
Before devouring a succulent prey, a proper predator will always use a few tactics to soothe the poor, trembling little lamb.
Only after she lowers her guard and nestles against him wholeheartedly will he bare his fangs, strike decisively, and consume her.
“All right. A kiss first.”
Qin Yuhe leaned over her with his tall frame, pulling her closer into his embrace. His iron-like arms held her tightly against his broad chest.
Song Xinya wrapped her arms around his back, feeling his solid weight and the aggressively masculine scent radiating from his entire body.
He began to kiss her. His warm lips touched her forehead, then moved downward, unhurriedly kissing each of her features in turn.
The instant their lips met, the flames ignited.
She was like a small, elastic pouch, stretched several sizes larger—already at her limit, absolutely at her limit—yet he continued to fill her, endlessly pouring more into her...
