Song Xinya sat on Qin Yuhe's lap.
The man's body was lean and powerful, radiating a scorching heat and a hardness that felt on the verge of erupting.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Like a handful of soft rose petals exuding a sweet, fresh fragrance, she rested obediently against his shoulder.
A woman's soft, warm body was always intoxicating, easily enough to stir a man's restless desires.
Qin Yuhe's breathing was hot and taut.
Song Xinya buried her cheek in the crook of his neck. As he turned his face toward her, she could clearly feel the breath from his nose—so searingly hot that it made her skin tingle.
"Why aren't you answering me?" Qin Yuhe lightly pinched the soft flesh at her waist. "Do you want to or not?"
He was usually such a gentle and elegant man, but at times like this, he was always so hands-on with her, caressing and pinching.
A slight sting mingled with a dense, electric thrill, washing over her suddenly like a rising tide.
Song Xinya let out a soft cry from her rosy lips.
Her delicate, trembling voice was like a hook dipped in honey.
"I don't want to experience the little death multiple times. Just once is enough."
"Is that so?"
Song Xinya's lips pressed against the crook of his neck, her tiny, soft voice spilling from the sliver of space between her lips and his skin.
"I don't want to die of pleasure multiple times. Once is enough."
Qin Yuhe gave a low chuckle. "Mrs. Qin, your body says otherwise."
Her mouth said no, but her body was very honest.
They had left the lights on back then. She had squeezed her eyes shut in shyness, while his eyes remained wide open.
He had seen her every reaction with absolute clarity. He could easily tell the difference between pain and pleasure.
Song Xinya felt a twinge of embarrassment at being exposed.
Man, couldn't you leave me a little dignity!
She tried to save face, saying, "Dying multiple times is too exhausting. I don't have the stamina. I can't handle it."
Qin Yuhe replied, "Your stamina really is poor."
Song Xinya was speechless.
A fairy never admits defeat. She shot back, "Why don't you just say it's because your stamina is too ridiculously good?"
He was like a perpetual motion machine that never got tired. What woman could possibly handle him?
Qin Yuhe asked, "You exercise every day. How is your stamina still so bad?"
Song Xinya retorted, "If I didn't exercise every day, you would have killed me in bed a long time ago."
If it were a weaker woman, given his fierce stamina, her fragile little body would have been completely wrecked!
Qin Yuhe's thin lips curved into a lazy smile. "The way you say that makes it sound like I do nothing but torture you in bed."
Song Xinya straightened up, looked at him, and blinked with mock seriousness. "Isn't that the truth? Just look at the suffering I endure every single night."
Poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, Qin Yuhe said, "Mrs. Qin, do you know what this kind of behavior is called?"
Song Xinya asked, "Selfless devotion? Sacrificing myself to light up others?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "Using and discarding. Getting your pleasure and then refusing to acknowledge it."
There was a specific term usually reserved for men to describe this behavior—wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
He reached out and pinched her soft, fair cheek, pressing his forehead against hers, suddenly closing the distance between them.
"And you still have the nerve to falsely accuse me of torturing you, hmm?"
Skin pressed against skin.
Heat transferred.
Breaths intertwined.
That deep, low "hmm" fell into her ears, and Song Xinya felt as if her ears were going to get pregnant from the sound alone.
With his forehead pressed against hers in such an intimate gesture, they could hear each other's every breath with crystal clarity.
The air conditioning was running in the car, keeping the ambient temperature low, but it still couldn't hold back the steadily climbing heat between them.
The intimate contact wasn't fleeting. He kept his forehead pressed to hers, his long, beautiful fingers gripping her face, caging her in so she couldn't escape backward.
Inevitably, Song Xinya lifted her eyes to look at Qin Yuhe.
Their eyes met, their gazes colliding.
Her watery eyes were brimming with shy timidity. The moment she looked at him, the omnipresent sparks in the air ignited with a whoosh, erupting into a roaring flame upon contact.
Qin Yuhe wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped over swiftly, pinning Song Xinya against the car seat.
Song Xinya's body was folded into the small space of the seat.
She was also bearing his heavy weight pressing down on her.
She couldn't deny that it was thrilling.
A novel, unprecedented experience.
The Rolls-Royce sped along the highway. The night was deep, and the towering buildings on either side emitted colorful neon lights that flashed by, receding into a shimmering ribbon of light.
The black tie he had personally tied around her waist was untied by his own hands.
He tossed it aside impatiently.
Following his movements, her white Chanel skirt slid down her smooth skin, trembling as it hung around her slender ankles before he yanked it off entirely and threw it onto the neighboring seat.
Song Xinya reminded him, "From here to our house, it's only a twenty-minute drive."
Qin Yuhe replied, "Who says I have to stop just because the car stops?"
Right.
The car might stop, but he didn't have to.
Song Xinya felt she was still too naive, limited by her rigid thinking, assuming that once the car stopped, the two of them had to get out.
In reality, when they got out of the car was entirely up to him.
Women naturally have a stronger sense of modesty than men. Song Xinya pressed her hands against Qin Yuhe's chest, her rippling eyes shooting a wary glance toward the front. "Is this partition soundproof?"
Qin Yuhe grasped her hands and pinned them above her head. "Even if you scream your throat hoarse, the driver up front won't hear a thing."
It was a custom-made, one-of-a-kind luxury car. The entire vehicle was equipped with a privacy sound shield that blocked all noise, boasting the ultimate ceiling in vehicular noise reduction, and even the tires were silent.
Once the partition was lowered, the driver instantly became deaf to them, unable to hear any movement from the backseat.
Qin Yuhe's aggressive gaze swept over Song Xinya's body, impatient to taste the beautiful feast before him.
"Any other questions?"
"I, I, I..."
Qin Yuhe declared, "You don't."
He swooped down...
