Song Xinya was twenty-five years old this year. Growing up, other than herself, the only person who had ever bathed her was her mother.
Even the most patient mother would inevitably have moments of impatience while taking care of a child day after day.
Mothers are not immortals; they are made of flesh and blood. They feel tired and want a moment to relax and take a break.
After the age of six, Song Xinya could wash her own body and hair, so she no longer needed her mother's help with these things.
Having been independent for so many years as an adult, she never expected that one day, someone would say to her, I will help you bathe.
Moreover, the other party was taking the initiative, happy, and leaving no room for her to refuse.
Rinsing with clean water, applying shower gel, spreading it over every corner of the body, hands rubbing every inch of skin...
This kind of thing was simply too intimate...
Although Song Xinya was already married to Qin Yuhe, strictly speaking, they had known each other for less than two months. She was embarrassed even to take off her clothes in front of him, let alone let him bathe her.
They really weren't that familiar with each other yet.
Song Xinya: There's no need.
Qin Yuhe: Hmm, so you agreed.
Song Xinya: ?
Qin Yuhe wrapped one arm around her waist, picked her up, tucked her under his arm, and walked toward the bathroom with relaxed steps.
The tall and long-legged Song Xinya was reduced to a collectible doll that could be picked up with one hand in front of him.
Was he Hercules? How was he so strong!
Song Xinya was placed under the showerhead by Qin Yuhe.
The showerhead was surrounded by frosted glass, partitioning off a small space.
The two stood face to face. In the cramped space, the bright and dazzling light illuminated every detail, leaving nothing to hide.
When their eyes met, invisible sparks flew.
The ambiguous tension in the air ran rampant.
Since he was going to bathe her, of course, she had to take off her clothes.
Song Xinya currently had both hands covering her collar, gripping it tightly.
Qin Yuhe didn't force her. His well-defined fingers brushed against the belt of his bathrobe, untied it neatly, took off the robe decisively, and tossed it onto the nearby sink.
Song Xinya instinctively glanced down, her scalp tingling: Why aren't you wearing underwear?
Qin Yuhe answered quite frankly: I'd have to take it off even if I wore it. Too troublesome.
Song Xinya didn't know where to look. Her breathing was rapid, like a prey about to be eaten alive. She wanted to escape, her hands pulling at the frosted glass door.
I forgot to grab my underwear. I'll go out and get it.
Her waist suddenly tightened as her slender waist was firmly gripped by his two large hands.
Qin Yuhe: Why wear underwear at a time like this?
She clung to the door with both hands.
But was pulled back effortlessly by him.
Her back pressed against the frosted glass, reflecting a slender and graceful silhouette.
The man's gaze was as deep as an abyss, staring at her unblinkingly.
Song Xinya's breathing became even more uneven, a rolling heat climbing up her cheeks, and her body shrank back a little.
Qin Yuhe: Why are you shaking?
Song Xinya: Cold.
I'll warm you up, he scooped her up in his arms, his palms supporting her buttocks.
Losing all support, with only him to cling to, Song Xinya tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.
Their bodies pressed against each other.
She was supple and compliant, half out of shyness. All in all, her posture at this moment was very docile and soft, holding him tightly, burying her face in his neck.
Qin Yuhe enjoyed this very much. Supporting her with one hand, he managed to free the other to rest on the back of her head, rubbing it comfortingly.
Still cold?
The woman on him was utterly charming, and her muffled voice fell into his ears, sounding incredibly sweet.
Not cold anymore.
It was even a little hot.
Song Xinya no longer had any thoughts of escaping at this moment, because there was nowhere to run.
He held her standing in the middle of the shower cubicle made of frosted glass. With nothing around to grab onto, he was her only support.
Her arms hugged his neck, and her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
The showerhead was turned on, filling the bathroom with misty vapor.
Hot water poured down endlessly from above, soaking her hair, her cheeks, and her light pink ice-silk nightgown.
The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves, exuding an unspeakable allure.
The confined space was permeated everywhere with the heat of the flowing water.
Both of them were drenched by the hot water, holding each other while dripping wet.
Their breathing intertwined, more sticky and entrancing than the damp air.
Desire swelled, and the body dominated the mind.
Qin Yuhe's dark eyes looked at Song Xinya, his gaze filled with unstoppable aggression.
The light pink ice-silk nightgown slowly slipped down from her silky smooth skin, inch by inch.
She was pressed against the frosted glass.
A lean and powerful body immediately enveloped her, with firm muscles and formidable explosive power.
Both pairs of eyes were clouded with pleasure and infatuation, amidst splashing water droplets and the sound of water filling the entire space.
A strange ripple echoed in both of their hearts.
The wild and unbridled side of him, usually restrained beneath his calm and ascetic suits, was completely unleashed, crazy and fierce...
.........
At 4:30 in the morning, the night was deep, but the people were not quiet.
The lights in the master bedroom on the second floor of the Forbidden Mansion remained on.
Song Xinya had already passed out once. When she woke up, she saw Qin Yuhe hovering above her, still in high spirits and enjoying himself tirelessly.
Actually, Song Xinya had made an appointment with her best friend Tiantianquan for tomorrow morning to go eat donuts together.
At this hour, she still hadn't slept. Let alone going to eat donuts tomorrow morning, she wouldn't even be able to get out of bed by tomorrow afternoon.
Song Xinya reached her arm toward the nightstand, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Tiantianquan:
[Quanquan, tomorrow morning's bestie date is canceled. I won't be able to get up.]
After sending the message, Song Xinya didn't expect the other party to reply immediately. Just as she was putting the phone back on the nightstand, a message popped up:
[Why can't you get up?]
Song Xinya glanced at the man above her, her eyes watery, shy and timid.
Naturally, she couldn't state the real reason. This kind of thing was just too embarrassing.
Song Xinya made up an excuse: [I have insomnia.]
Tiantianquan didn't know yet that Song Xinya's husband had returned. Hearing her good friend say she had insomnia, she naturally chose to believe her.
She hurriedly sent a flurry of concern: [Babe, why do you have insomnia? Did the injury on your foot get worse?]
Song Xinya: [No.]
The injury on her foot was starting to heal, but other places were starting to get injured.
Tiantianquan: [Then why do you have insomnia?]
Song Xinya: [I don't know.]
Tiantianquan sent another message, but the phone was taken away by Qin Yuhe and placed on the nightstand, so Song Xinya didn't see it.
His hand grasped her slender neck, his thumb slowly rubbing against the fragile, smooth skin of her throat. The thin calluses ground out a grainy sensation, and a dangerous signal coursed through her body like an electric current.
Mrs. Qin, focus.
Song Xinya wanted to focus too, but damn it, he lasted way too long!
It was more exhausting than doing a hundred math problems.
Her attention span could only last for an hour, while Qin Yuhe could maintain high intensity for eight hours and still remain enduringly focused.
A top student was a top student; he could reign supreme in any aspect.
Doing problems with him ruined her waist.
When it ended for the final time, Song Xinya was in a dizzy haze. She glanced at the time: seven in the morning.
The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell fast asleep.
She was lying on her stomach, and Qin Yuhe's gaze drifted downward.
Perhaps because she had been too shy the first two times and had kept the room too dim, he hadn't noticed anything.
This time, however, he noticed a small, round mark right in the middle of her right buttock...
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