During their first time after getting married, it wasn't just Song Xinya who felt that Qin Yuhe wasn't a virgin; in fact, Qin Yuhe felt it too.
Moreover, Qin Yuhe's feeling was much more direct—
He didn't feel that barrier.
A year ago, drunk in a hotel room with that unknown woman, he had felt a distinct barrier.
Respect and tolerance are basic manners for adults.
It wasn't just her who had a past; he did too.
There are many men who stay out playing until midnight themselves but refuse to let their women go out. They indulge in the physical pleasures of different women outside, yet demand that the woman they marry must be a virgin.
They hold themselves to the standard of scumbags, but hold others to the standard of saints.
There is a kind of evil in human nature, which is treating one's own thoughts as the absolute truth. Even if they lack morals themselves, they love to stand on the moral high ground and harshly criticize others.
Such double standards throw fairness and justice off balance, making interpersonal relationships tense and complicated.
Qin Yuhe was not that kind of man.
As a descendant of a prestigious family, being a gentleman with good breeding was carved into his bones.
Regarding his partner's past, he chose to respect it.
The light cascaded down from the gilded dome, scattering like crushed diamonds over the two people on the bed.
The tall, lean, and powerful man held a woman in his arms. Her lithe and soft body nestled against his chest, her slender white hands held in his.
Qin Yuhe rested his chin on her shoulder, turning his face inward. His eyes met a slender neck as white as snow.
His Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he brought his face closer to her neck, parting his lips to lightly bite her delicate, pulsing vein.
Song Xinya inhaled softly, letting out a sensitive, light moan.
His bite turned into a lick.
The wet sensation traced along the vein on her neck, rubbing all the way down toward her chest.
His lips were soft, his licking gentle and slow, but a sense of possessiveness and danger permeated every pore, seeping through her skin and into her body and blood.
She trembled.
Waves of numbness washed over her chest.
Just as the situation was about to ignite, Qin Yuhe's tongue, which had been licking her chest, abruptly stopped.
She heard him say, his face buried in her chest, "Song Xinya, I haven't played with anything big; I've only played with your hands."
"The reason I made a judgment about size is because I compared your hands with mine, which is why I said your hands are small."
Crown Prince Qin was explaining himself to her.
Song Xinya curled the corners of her lips and gave a soft, shallow "Mhm."
A knock sounded on the door. The servant stood outside the bedroom and said, "Mr. Qin, the hot water bottle you asked for is here."
Qin Yuhe patted Song Xinya's waist. "Sit on the bed first."
Song Xinya shifted her delicate hips off his lap.
Qin Yuhe got out of bed, walked to the door, and took the hot water bottle from the servant.
He walked back to the bed and placed the hot water bottle on it.
Song Xinya poked the hot water bottle with her finger, picked it up, and hugged it to her chest. "Is this to warm my hands?"
Qin Yuhe: "It's to warm your foot."
He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out his large, well-structured hands toward her and lifting her skirt.
Song Xinya let out a startled cry, "Ah..."
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to glance at her. "Why are you moaning so sweetly?"
Song Xinya parted her lips. She had just let out a normal cry, how was it sweet?
The hem of her skirt was lifted above her knees, revealing her calves and a delicate sliver of her thighs.
Qin Yuhe grasped her calf, placed it on his thigh, picked up the hot water bottle, and laid it over her ankle, which hadn't completely gone down in swelling yet. His voice was gentle and affectionate.
"It's been 48 hours since you sprained your ankle; it's now suitable for a hot compress."
He remembered it even more clearly than she did.
She had completely forgotten that she still needed to apply heat.
After all, as long as she didn't walk on it now, she didn't feel any pain.
Song Xinya: "Even if I don't apply a hot compress, it will slowly get better."
Qin Yuhe's movements as he applied the hot compress were gentle, slow, and meticulous. "If it heals slowly, you'll be in pain for a longer time. I want you to get better quickly and suffer less."
Song Xinya looked at his profile with his long, drooping eyelashes. The warmth in her heart felt like a sun-dried cotton quilt, fluffy and soft.
Her eyes as she looked at him were as gentle as water.
As Qin Yuhe kept his head down, earnestly applying the heat, his cheek suddenly felt warm.
Song Xinya's hand was caressing his face.
The girl's fingers were smooth and her skin was delicate, soft as a cloud.
Qin Yuhe paused for a moment, then continued to apply the compress.
He didn't seem to mind having his face touched at all. Song Xinya felt relieved, and her probing movements grew bolder, her caresses becoming more unrestrained and flirtatious.
Her hand traced along his cheek down to his neck, rubbing and pressing against his prominent Adam's apple.
Thinking of how he had played with and kneaded her like a rubber squeeze toy last night, today she was playing with his Adam's apple in the same way.
Suddenly, he lifted the hot water bottle from her ankle and tossed it aside. Qin Yuhe reached out and grabbed her wrists, his tall, muscular body hovering over her, pinning her beneath him.
The aura of a male predator was overwhelming.
He pinned her hands above her head: "Didn't I feed you enough last night? You still want more?"
Not only was she fed enough, Song Xinya was practically stuffed.
Qin Yuhe's hard knee nudged her legs apart. "I'm always ready, but can you handle it?"
Song Xinya got scared. "I can't. I just purely wanted to touch you earlier, I didn't actually want to do anything."
Qin Yuhe: "If you don't want to do it, then why were you touching me?"
"..." Song Xinya: "You touch me normally too, can't I touch you?"
This was the difference in thinking between men and women. For a man, touching was usually the prelude to getting down to business, used for foreplay.
Qin Yuhe: "Touching is fine, but what happens after the touching?"
Song Xinya: "After touching, I was planning to go to sleep."
Qin Yuhe chuckled. "Mrs. Qin, one must have virtues in bed. You can't just start a fire and not put it out."
Song Xinya genuinely just wanted to touch him simply; she hadn't thought of anything else.
Who would have thought that with one touch, she would become someone lacking in virtue.
So there was such a saying. Lesson learned.
Song Xinya wore an expression of having been educated. "Thank you for informing me, Mr. Qin. Now I know."
Seeing that she truly had no intention of doing it, Qin Yuhe rolled off her and lay down on his side of the bed.
The bedroom lights were turned off, and only the bright moonlight shone in through the gap in the unclosed curtains.
The two of them lay on opposite sides of the double bed.
In the misty night, Qin Yuhe asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Song Xinya: "You applied medicine for me, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Qin Yuhe: "I was asking about your ankle."
Song Xinya: "...It doesn't hurt."
Qin Yuhe said, "Why are you always thinking about that kind of thing every day."
Song Xinya felt like Pigsy wielding his rake—she was being hit with a baseless counter-accusation.
Who was the one actually thinking about that kind of thing every day!
Young Master Qin was a thief crying "Stop thief!"
Song Xinya rolled over, turning her back to him, lying on her side and giving him a round back of her head to figure things out for himself.
Suddenly, a warm heat spread from the middle of her right buttock.
His palm had covered it.
Qin Yuhe's deep, husky voice came from behind: "Why is there a small, round mark in the middle of your right cheek?"
Song Xinya suddenly froze, her body and mind tensing up.
The mark in the center of her right buttock was incredibly faint and tiny. It was completely unnoticeable unless one looked very closely, yet he had actually managed to spot it.
She asked him, "You noticed?"
"Yes," Qin Yuhe replied.
