Song Xinya was wearing a light pink ice-silk nightgown. The smooth fabric clung to her soft, beautiful curves, and the thin layer of cloth could hinder nothing. Qin Yuhe's hand, resting over it, was burning hot, powerful, and distinct in its knuckles.
Perhaps because she was too nervous, she could even feel the thin calluses on his palm and the hard bones of his fingers.
Qin Yuhe lifted his face from her body, his sharp chin resting right in the center of her chest. His eyes, looking at her, were as dark and deep as the sea, tides of emotion surging within them.
His hands didn't stop moving, giving her another forceful squeeze.
"Mrs. Qin, do you know how to serve a man, hm?"
Song Xinya looked down at him, her gaze misty, her heartbeat fermenting wildly with his movements.
She saw playfulness, charm, and blazing lust in his eyes.
The unique wickedness he only showed at times like this, a stark contrast to his usual serious demeanor, welled up once again.
Song Xinya really wanted to save face and say, Isn't it just serving a man? Who wouldn't know how.
But she genuinely didn't know how.
If she actually made such a boast, Qin Yuhe would definitely make her serve him, and her bluff would be exposed immediately.
Song Xinya pursed her lips. "No."
Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a smile. "So you only know how to lie back and let a man serve you, is that it?"
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Song Xinya's ears turned a cherry red.
However, what he said was true. In the past, she had always been the passive one.
But his words didn't seem entirely correct either. What did he mean by him serving her? Lowering her thick, velvety eyelashes, Song Xinya murmured, "Weren't you quite enjoying it yourself back then?"
A low chuckle spilled from Qin Yuhe's throat. "Weren't you enjoying it too? You were so loud."
Song Xinya was flushed with intense embarrassment.
Qin Yuhe added, "If the soundproofing in this room wasn't so good, people could hear your cries from ten miles away."
Song Xinya's face instantly turned completely red.
Blushing, she argued, "Do you have to exaggerate so much? What do you mean from ten miles away? What does that make me, a megaphone? You're framing me."
She pushed his shoulder and struggled to walk away.
He held her even tighter.
His sturdy arms tightly locked around her legs and waist. His bulging muscles were as hard and hot as a branding iron, pressing into her with a heavy, unyielding force.
"If I don't let you go, do you think you can escape?"
Song Xinya's mind always worked fast. She said, "My foot hasn't completely healed yet, you have to let me go. If I keep standing like this, my foot will hurt."
What a great excuse.
How could a gentleman like Qin Yuhe possibly refuse her?
Just as Song Xinya was secretly rejoicing, the world suddenly spun around her. Her body was flipped over in his arms, and she found herself pinned onto the bed.
Qin Yuhe's heavy weight pressed down entirely upon her.
"Lying down like this, do you like it?"
His mind worked even faster than hers.
Since she didn't want to stand, she could lie down.
He lowered his head, his exceedingly handsome face drawing close to hers. The tip of his nose touched hers, his warm breath mingling with hers. Their lips were only a millimeter apart, as if he might kiss her at any moment.
He was already an incredibly charming man. Faced with such deliberate teasing, Song Xinya couldn't remain calm. Rough waves surged in her heart, and she shyly turned her face to the side.
Qin Yuhe's fingers grasped her cheek, the web of his hand resting against her chin, forcing her face to turn back.
His long fingers pressed shallow indentations into her soft, pale cheeks.
"Do you like being like this with me? Answer me."
Song Xinya looked at his lips, the light in her eyes swaying softly. Breathing like an orchid, she moaned out a single word: "Yes."
Qin Yuhe raised a roguish eyebrow and asked with a smile, "You're not working tomorrow, right?"
Why was he suddenly talking about work? Song Xinya answered truthfully, "No, I'm not."
Qin Yuhe said with a hidden meaning, "Not working, that's good..."
What was good about it?
Song Xinya couldn't figure it out for a moment.
And she had no time to think further, because—
Qin Yuhe's palm stroked her slender, soft waist, climbing up along the light pink ice-silk nightgown, and suddenly took a firm grasp.
A thin layer of mist welled up in Song Xinya's eyes, the corners of her eyes flushing a deep, vibrant red. Her fingers gripping the bedsheets suddenly tightened, leaving a small patch of damp sweat on the dry fabric.
His interest was intense, as if he were playing with a soft rubber squeeze toy.
Usually, he looked gentle and elegant, but when doing this sort of thing, the controlling desire in his bones was domineering and aggressive. It was like an indestructible net, tightly wrapping around her, squeezing and securing every part of her body.
The night surged darkly.
This villa in Zijin Mansion was nestled against the mountains and beside the water, boasting an excellent natural environment with dense woods and clear lakes.
On this summer night, the chirping of birds and cicadas, the croaking of frogs, and the cooing of doves, along with the wind rustling through the treetops, all played together in a lively symphony.
The cold moonlight shone on the glass windows. Inside the second-floor bedroom, the temperature was burning hot; only the sound of their panting and heartbeats could be heard.
Qin Yuhe's movements were forceful. The way he kneaded and caressed her revealed a beast-like wildness.
Song Xinya was the prey caught by the beast, pinned firmly beneath him by his sharp claws and teeth.
Behind her was the double bed. Her thighs were securely clamped down by his strong, muscular ones, and her hands were held above her head by one of his large hands.
The bedroom was huge, spacious enough to jog or play badminton inside, but right now, the only space left for Song Xinya was the small patch directly beneath Qin Yuhe.
It was hard to say if it was because she was too nervous, or because his desire for control was too strong. Song Xinya's head spun dizzily. She swallowed reflexively, feeling a bit uncomfortable, or perhaps it was because it felt too good. Feeling slightly at a loss, she twisted her delicate body, trying to squirm upward and hide.
But she had only just shifted when the heavy weight of his body pressed down on her even more heavily, pinning her tighter.
Originally, she thought she was bearing his full weight.
It turned out he had only been hovering over her earlier.
In response to her attempt to escape, he punitively placed all of his weight onto her body.
So heavy.
Song Xinya felt like she could hardly breathe.
The tip of Qin Yuhe's tongue untied the bow at her chest. The fabric parted to the sides, and the scenery it had concealed bloomed into view.
His lips trailed down her smooth neck, grinding and pressing hotly as they descended.
Song Xinya felt like a drowning person caught in a deep-sea whirlpool, feeling as though she was about to suffocate.
Once again, she deeply realized that Qin Yuhe was a perfectionist.
This was evident not only in his masterful skills when taking the test, but even in his pre-class prep, which remained so flawlessly excellent that not a single fault could be found.
Song Xinya felt as if she were floating in the clouds, soaring like a fairy.
It was just, couldn't the prelude be a bit shorter?
It hadn't even officially begun, and she was already melting.
The hem of her nightgown lifted in a light, graceful arc under the romantic lighting as Qin Yuhe's hand reached inside.
"Can we wait a little longer?" Song Xinya's voice was as soft as spring water, three parts delicate, three parts shy, and four parts pleading.
"Wait for what?" Qin Yuhe's voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Song Xinya: "I haven't taken a shower yet."
Qin Yuhe was a bit impatient: "We're skipping it today."
Song Xinya: "Don't..."
Even if he didn't mind, she still felt self-conscious.
Earlier, she had gone to check if Song Tingye had sneaked out to eat beef, so she had let Qin Yuhe shower first.
The moment she stepped back into the room, Qin Yuhe swept her into his arms, showering her with kisses and leaving her with absolutely no time to bathe.
"Is it going to be hard for you to wash up with that sprained ankle?" Qin Yuhe asked.
Of course it was. "It's not very easy," Song Xinya replied.
Qin Yuhe obviously knew that. He had asked on purpose, just so his next words would sound perfectly reasonable.
"Let me help you with your bath."
