This time, Qin Yuhe didn't misunderstand her.
When Song Xinya said she wanted to go to sleep quickly, she was indeed hinting that he should hurry up and get down to business.
It wasn't because she was particularly desperate for it, but because it was already half-past ten. If they tossed and turned for a while, it would be the middle of the night by the time they finished.
She had to work tomorrow, and if she went to bed too late, she wouldn't be able to get up in the morning.
Seeing Qin Yuhe constantly reading without making any move to touch or tease her, his eyes glued to the book as if he planned to keep reading, she couldn't figure out if he still wanted it tonight. That was why she dropped the hint.
After saying it, her face grew a little hot.
Hinting at a man for this kind of thing for the first time inevitably made her feel a bit shy.
She lowered her eyelashes, her gaze resting on the book in his hands as if she were reading seriously. In reality, she hadn't taken in a single word. She kept her breathing light, waiting for his reaction.
A moment of silence passed.
The air seemed to freeze, growing stagnant.
Seeing no reaction from Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya guessed that he probably didn't want to do it tonight.
Her soft, warm body pulled away from him. She straightened up, slipped under the covers, rolled over, and turned her back to him.
She reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
Rustling sounds came from beside her, followed by the soft thud of a book being placed on the nightstand.
The bedside lamp she had just turned off was flicked back on.
His warm chest pressed against her back.
Qin Yuhe's arm draped heavily over her waist, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. We agreed this morning to do some exercises, Mrs. Qin. Why are you breaking your promise?
... Song Xinya replied, I didn't break my promise, I already... hinted at it.
And yet he was shifting the blame onto her.
The fingers Qin Yuhe had resting on her waist began to rub slowly, trailing down to land on her thigh, caressing her with a firm yet highly skillful touch.
His intentions were obvious.
He buried his face in her neck, pressing his lips against her skin, sucking and biting at her tender flesh, his teeth grazing her.
An intimate heat accompanied by a faint sting washed over her.
Song Xinya squirmed, inevitably brushing against his body.
Mr. Qin, don't...
Qin Yuhe stopped his nibbling, lifting his head from her neck to ask, You don't like this?
Actually, Song Xinya liked it quite a bit. His actions held a lingering, passionate tenderness mixed with a hint of wildness.
However, Song Xinya said, It will leave marks, and people will see.
Qin Yuhe looked at her slender neck. On her pale skin was a small purplish-red mark he had left that morning.
Because her skin was so fair, the mark was exceptionally conspicuous.
Qin Yuhe felt like he hadn't used any force at all; he had only nibbled lightly, yet her skin had still blossomed with a purplish-red bruise.
Truly, she was delicate everywhere.
Girls were generally thin-skinned and didn't want their private bedroom affairs known to others.
Naturally, Qin Yuhe respected her wishes. He thought for a moment before saying, I won't bite you anymore. I'll change it to... licking.
His large hands gripped her slender waist. With a flex of his long arms, he shifted her from lying on her side to lying on her stomach.
His lean, muscular body pressed down over her, his commanding presence enveloping her completely.
He buried himself in her neck once again. His handsome face pressed tightly against her, his breath fanning over her skin. His slightly coarse hair pricked against her already sensitive nape like a dense cluster of tiny needles. It was a little itchy, a little painful, and a little numbing. The mixture of sensations transformed into countless currents of electricity surging through her body, stimulating her every nerve.
A wet sensation trailed inch by inch along her neck.
Song Xinya closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest like a rapid drumbeat, unable to control her passion.
The damp, sticky touch wasn't confined to her neck. It wandered along her delicate shoulders, over her beautiful shoulder blades, and down to her smooth, flawless back.
Before, she had thought of him as a lazy, noble lion, unattainable and majestic.
Now, she felt he was like a snake, with beautiful scales and an agile tongue.
And she was the prey being devoured and savored by the snake, inch by inch.
Her heart was beating so fast that Song Xinya felt a little breathless.
She parted her rosy lips, breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling.
It was getting to be too much for her to bear.
Mr. Qin, you... you'd better just bite me.
Her soft, alluring voice trembled like a butterfly battered by the rain.
Qin Yuhe lifted his head, his searing lips leaving her skin. What's wrong? You don't like it?
Why was he asking if she liked it again? It was so embarrassing.
Every time Song Xinya had to answer this kind of question from him, she found it incredibly difficult to speak.
They say men who only care about themselves are too selfish...
They say men who skip foreplay and jump straight into the main event are too selfish...
Neither of these situations ever applied to Qin Yuhe.
Because he was always asking about her feelings, constantly checking if she liked this or if she liked that...
He was such a gentleman.
So considerate.
And so incredibly... blush-inducing.
Song Xinya buried her face in the pillow, biting her lip with her pearly white teeth, saying nothing.
Qin Yuhe watched as a decadent flush spread across her snow-white skin.
Are you shy?
A soft, muffled Mhm came from the pillow.
Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her lower back, his long fingers rubbing in slow circles. Then...
Should we get right to it?
Song Xinya: Okay.
It was enough.
The foreplay was enough.
She was ready.
Both her heart and her body were ready.
They could officially begin...
