On her birthday, Qin Yuyan had once made a sincere wish: she hoped Teacher Song would marry her brother and become her sister-in-law.
Now, her dream had come true!
Her mind was buzzing, overwhelmed by the dizzying sensation of a sudden wish fulfilled.
Happiness had arrived so unexpectedly that she was terrified she would wake up and find it was all just a dream!
Still feeling unsure, Qin Yuyan asked, "Brother, is Teacher Song really my sister-in-law?"
Qin Yuhe, holding Song Xinya in his arms, replied, "Yes. Now, can I take Teacher Song to bed?"
Qin Yuyan thought for a moment and replied, "Legally speaking, yes."
"But personally, I want to sleep with Teacher Song."
Qin Yuhe scoffed, speechless. "I married a wife for myself, not for you. Got it, little sister?"
Qin Yuyan: "Don't get it, don't want to get it."
Qin Yuhe ignored her—he couldn't be bothered—and led Song Xinya upstairs with his arm around her.
Shouting at their retreating backs, Qin Yuyan yelled, "Brother, why didn't you tell me the moment you walked through the door that Teacher Song was my sister-in-law?"
Qin Yuhe: "It was so obvious, I thought you'd figure it out yourself. Turns out, I overestimated your IQ."
Qin Yuyan rubbed her nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
Just a moment ago, she had been running around causing trouble, trying to break up her brother and Teacher Song.
It was a completely wasted effort!
Qin Yuyan wanted to scold herself: Truly a worrying IQ!
She looked up toward the spiral staircase.
On the elegantly curved steps, the tall, handsome man held the woman by her slender waist. Moving in perfect sync, they walked upstairs.
The light shone on them from an angle, casting their shadows onto the snow-white wall.
Their merged shadows, with a stark contrast in height, had beautiful silhouettes that looked like a carefully crafted poster.
Even their shadows looked so good together.
Qin Yuyan thought to herself, her brother and sister-in-law were truly a perfect match.
Keep the goodies within the family. It was absolutely awesome that a great beauty like Teacher Song married her brother.
She gave her brother high praise and full approval for managing to marry her sister-in-law.
The feeling of a birthday wish coming true was simply wonderful.
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Song Xinya was led by Qin Yuhe into a room on the second floor.
The interior decor was a minimalist blend of black, white, and gray, completely different from Qin Yuyan's pink, princess-style room.
Qin Yuhe: "I occasionally stay here. This is my room."
Song Xinya thought to herself, he brought her to his room, surely he didn't want to sleep with her right now.
It was still early, and they hadn't even had dinner.
His mother and sister were downstairs.
While Song Xinya's heart was drumming in her chest, Qin Yuhe's voice came from behind her: "Take off your clothes."
The air froze, and Song Xinya's heart raced.
"Can I not take them off?"
Qin Yuhe gave a slight smile. "How are you going to change if you don't take them off?"
Change clothes?
He told her to take off her clothes so she could change?
Song Xinya turned to look at Qin Yuhe, her misty eyes seeking confirmation.
Qin Yuhe looked at her, his smile gentle and elegant. "What did you think I brought you here to do?"
"Make love?"
Song Xinya's ears burned, and her cheeks grew hot.
Although she really didn't want to admit it, she had indeed thought exactly that just a moment ago.
Qin Yuhe lowered his gaze. "Your dress is wet. I can't let you stay in a wet dress all the time, so I brought you here to change."
Damp, sticky clothes clinging to the body were indeed very uncomfortable.
Since she wasn't at her own home and hadn't brought a change of clothes, Song Xinya had planned to just endure it and let her body heat dry it.
She hadn't expected Qin Yuhe to notice and bring her upstairs to change.
She had just suspected that he brought her upstairs to do that. Song Xinya suddenly felt she had judged a gentleman's intentions with a petty mind.
Qin Yuhe walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a shopping bag with the Chanel logo, and handed it to her.
"Inside is a two-piece dress set. The top is a short-sleeve button-up, and the bottom is a skirt. Try it on and see if it fits."
Song Xinya took the clothes out of the bag, hugged them to her chest, and walked into the bathroom. "I'll go try it on."
Qin Yuhe watched as she closed the bathroom door tightly, her beautiful silhouette disappearing from sight.
Ten minutes later, the tightly closed bathroom door opened, and Song Xinya stood in the doorway.
Qin Yuhe looked over and saw that she was still wearing that red dress.
Song Xinya tried hard to act calm and waved at him. "Mr. Qin, come here."
Qin Yuhe walked over, stood at the door, and looked at her leisurely.
Song Xinya: "The zipper on my back is stuck. Could you help me?"
Qin Yuhe's words carried a teasing smile. "Aren't you afraid I'll see your body?"
Song Xinya's cheeks flushed as she replied, "It's not like you haven't seen it before."
Qin Yuhe: "Seeing it is one thing, but every time I look, I make new discoveries."
Song Xinya: "Do you think I'm a book? Reviewing the old to learn the new on me?"
Qin Yuhe: "I treat you like a math problem. Even if I already know the solution, I still want to go in, again and again, to study and explore new ways to solve it."
What on earth was he saying.
Honestly.
With rosy cheeks, Song Xinya reached out to close the door.
A slender hand reached in from the outside, wedging the door open as Qin Yuhe's tall, lean body squeezed inside.
He closed the bathroom door. The soft click fell upon Song Xinya's ears, causing her heart to give a violent leap.
The originally spacious bathroom suddenly felt cramped and narrow because of his presence.
It felt as if the air had suddenly stopped circulating. Song Xinya pressed the switch to turn on the exhaust fan.
Qin Yuhe's palm lifted Song Xinya by the waist and pressed her against the sink counter.
His deep voice lingered in the enclosed space: "Lower your waist."
Resting her hands on the counter, Song Xinya heard his words and did as told.
Once her waist dipped, it naturally formed a gracefully undulating curve with her hips. Her waist was slender and thin, while her curves were exceptionally full.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
When he spoke, his voice was much hoarser than before: "You don't need to dip it that low."
Song Xinya lifted herself back up a bit.
They were so close. With him standing behind her, she brushed against his...
The hands gripping her waist suddenly tightened, and his voice grew even hoarser: "Don't move around."
Song Xinya raised her head and glanced at him in the mirror. She noticed his lips were pressed into a straight line, his expression dark and unreadable.
She understood him at least a little bit in this regard—his current expression didn't mean he was unhappy.
A split second before Qin Yuhe looked into the mirror and his heavy gaze met hers, Song Xinya lowered her head.
Making eye contact at a moment like this was dangerous and ambiguous; a single spark could ignite a raging fire.
Song Xinya leaned there obediently, not daring to move recklessly anymore.
"Hurry up and help me unzip it."
"Okay."
Qin Yuhe pinched the zipper with his fingers, pulled it down, and took off her clothes...
