Song Xinya stood at one hundred and seventy centimeters tall and never considered herself a petite woman. Yet, every time she was with Qin Yuhe, his towering, tall, and powerfully built frame made her feel slender and delicate in comparison.
Moreover, he was incredibly strong. Without any apparent effort, he pulled her down and settled her onto his lap.
He positioned her with her legs apart, facing him, straddling his thighs.
One of his arms encircled her waist, the other held her hand, while his face was buried in the curve of her neck.
The sensation beneath Song Xinya was overwhelmingly vivid. The firm, unyielding bone of his thigh pressed against her, and through the thin layers of their clothing, his scorching body heat seemed to sear into her skin.
When he spoke, his lips, pressed against her neck, moved and brushed her skin, stirring a tingling, numbing itch.
"Song Xinya..."
"Hmm..."
He called her by her full name, sounding somewhat stern.
Although Qin Yuhe's expression remained composed as ever, Song Xinya sensed his mood wasn't quite right at this moment.
Who had upset him?
With his lofty and esteemed status, who would dare?
Qin Yuhe: "I heard you've been assigned to work under a manager named Chen Siyan. Is working with him enjoyable?"
Chen Siyan had an easygoing personality, was upright and straightforward, a bit rough around the edges. He understood the ways of the world without being worldly, had experienced sophistication yet retained a genuine innocence, and came with a natural, humorous, and funny disposition. Being around someone like that was indeed very—
Song Xinya: "It is."
Qin Yuhe suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on her neck. His teeth pressed into her skin with a force that was neither light nor heavy, his warm lips soft against her.
He applied pressure, not overly forceful, leaving a row of teeth marks on her neck.
Then, over those marks, he licked.
A slick, wet sensation mixed with what felt like an electric current skittered across her neck.
Her heart pounded wildly, her entire body tensing.
She could feel his emotions were off-kilter, a touch unsettled, though she didn't know why.
Had she answered his earlier question incorrectly?
Qin Yuhe's face remained buried in her neck, his teeth still grazing her skin, filled with an icy, invasive quality.
Song Xinya's heart palpitated intensely, a sense of imminent danger, of being devoured at any moment.
The temperature around them soared dramatically.
The air grew damp and thick.
Their breathing became increasingly ragged.
She let out a soft gasp.
She was somewhat at a loss, unsure what he intended to do.
Qin Yuhe's magnetic, deep voice descended upon her heart: "Is being with me enjoyable?"
Song Xinya was taken aback.
Was Mr. Qin... feeling jealous?
But his expression remained calm and collected, not seeming like someone in the throes of jealousy.
A man of his high position, who prioritized his career above all, didn't seem the type to have his mood swayed by a woman.
Song Xinya didn't want to presume.
But she also didn't want to evade her true feelings.
She admitted candidly that she was happy when she was with Qin Yuhe.
This happiness was different from the happiness she felt with Chen Siyan.
With Chen Siyan, she felt relaxed, at ease, carefree.
With Qin Yuhe, she felt restrained, shy, fluttery with anticipation.
Song Xinya lowered her thick, long lashes, pondering this difference.
Seeing her silent, Qin Yuhe's lips, which had been grazing her neck, trailed down along the elegant line of her throat, coming to rest on her chest, where he bit down again.
"Being with me isn't enjoyable?"
Song Xinya's heart was hammering so hard she could barely stand it. Worried he might do something even more outrageous, she wrapped her arms around the head buried against her chest, his hair soft against her skin.
"It is."
"Mr. Qin, being with you... I feel very happy."
Qin Yuhe let out a low laugh. "It wouldn't be because you're afraid I'll bite you again, would it? Is that why you're saying you're happy?"
Song Xinya pressed her cheek against his hair, which was slightly coarse, feeling a faint, tingling sensation on her skin.
"No, being with Mr. Qin genuinely makes me happy."
Qin Yuhe lifted his head, straightened up, cupped her face in his palm, and asked, "Who makes you happier?"
Song Xinya's red lips parted as she gazed at him and said, "Being with Mr. Qin makes me happier."
A smile played on Qin Yuhe's lips as he rubbed the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
A tingling sensation spread from the corner of her mouth. Song Xinya felt the urge to lick it but held back, thinking the gesture might seem improper.
The office door opened, and an assistant walked in carrying their meal.
Seeing how the two were seated on the sofa, the assistant instinctively glanced at where their bodies were pressed together.
Noting that both were still fully dressed, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he hadn't interrupted anything important for President Qin.
"President Qin, Miss Song, your lunch is here."
Feeling a bit shy about sitting on Qin Yuhe's lap in front of others, Song Xinya got up and moved to sit beside him.
The assistant placed the meal boxes on the meeting table and discreetly exited.
The two sat facing each other at the dining table.
Song Xinya opened the two meal boxes, finding one contained spicy Sichuan cuisine and the other lighter Cantonese dishes.
She placed the Cantonese meal in front of Qin Yuhe. Holding the chopsticks at the thicker end, about one-third down, with the thicker ends pointing toward him, she handed them to him.
Qin Yuhe took the chopsticks, and they began their meal.
One of the dishes in Song Xinya's box was spicy shrimp. She reached out, preparing to pick one up to peel.
Her slender, delicate wrist was caught and lifted by his hand.
His long, elegant fingers picked up a shrimp and began to peel it.
Song Xinya said, "You'll get your hands dirty."
Qin Yuhe replied, "I can just wash them."
The peeled shrimp were placed neatly in her meal box, one after another, lined up in a row like soldiers on parade.
Looking at that orderly line of shrimp, Song Xinya suddenly thought—
President Qin is kind of cute.
She glanced at Qin Yuhe, a smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Qin Yuhe was wiping his hands with a wet wipe. Seeing her happy smile, he asked, "Is the food that good?"
Song Xinya smiled back at him. "It's quite delicious."
After the meal, Song Xinya moved to clear the table.
Qin Yuhe stopped her. "You don't need to do these things."
Before they married, he had said she wouldn't need to do housework.
He always kept his word.
Song Xinya didn't insist and withdrew her hand.
Qin Yuhe pressed a call button, and the assistant came in to clear the table clean.
Once again, only the two of them remained in the office.
Song Xinya watched as Qin Yuhe began unbuttoning his shirt.
She suddenly felt a little nervous.
While unbuttoning, Qin Yuhe asked her, "Do you have a habit of taking a midday rest?"
Song Xinya: "Yes, I'm used to sleeping a little at noon."
Qin Yuhe: "I also like to sleep for a while at noon."
Song Xinya pondered his words. Should she suggest they rest together?
Would that be a static kind of sleep, or a more dynamic one?
Daytime, noon, the office, with people occasionally passing by outside...
Song Xinya felt a flutter of nervousness. She wasn't yet comfortable enough to engage in dynamic sleep with him in such an environment.
"Mr. Qin, I'll go back to my office and just rest my head on the desk for a bit."
Qin Yuhe took her hand and led her behind the bookshelf. "But you said you like to sleep at noon."
Behind the obstruction of the bookshelf, Song Xinya saw a door.
Qin Yuhe pushed open the door to reveal a suite, complete with a living room, bedroom, and bathroom.
Holding her hand, he led her inside, walking straight into the bedroom.
With each tap of his leather shoes on the floor, her heartbeat quickened.
Qin Yuhe sat on the bed, while Song Xinya stood between his legs, one hand clasped in his.
He pulled his arm back, drawing her into his embrace, where her slender, soft arms wrapped around his neck.
Holding her by the waist, he deftly turned over, pinning her beneath him on the bed.
