Was he never tired?!
If they went at it again, she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow; she'd be paralyzed in bed!
Song Xinya was genuinely frightened.
She clenched her hands into fists and began pounding lightly all over Qin Yuhe's body.
"No, don't, that's enough. It's late in the dead of night, Mr. Qin, we should go to sleep."
Qin Yuhe replied, "It's the dead of night. If a married couple isn't busy in bed, where else would they be busy?"
He held her, his warm lips lingering affectionately as he kissed her ear, gently coaxing her.
"Good girl."
Those words coming from his mouth, in a voice so low, husky, and beautifully magnetic, made Song Xinya's ears tingle with a pleasant numbness.
Even tempered steel would turn into soft silk. Her hands gripped the white shirt at his chest, her pushing and resisting turning into a soft, yielding embrace.
Qin Yuhe continued to coax and seduce her, "Good girl, it's a legal obligation. You have to fulfill it together with your husband."
When had she ever not fulfilled her obligations with him? Hadn't she just done it with him once?
But he...
He had an endless supply of energy!
But listening to his tone, it sounded like he was holding back uncomfortably, giving off a pitiful vibe.
Song Xinya's heart softened.
The hands that were beating him turned to wrap around his neck.
The girl's smooth little hands rested on the back of the man's neck, light and soft like dandelion fluff.
Holding the man above her, she asked in a sweet, delicate voice, "When will you have had enough?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "True knowledge comes from practice. This kind of thing can only be known after doing it."
"True knowledge comes from practice" could actually be used here?
How long would this practice take, then?
Wasn't this just a bottomless pit, endless and infinite?
Song Xinya refused to play along anymore. She used her hands to pound, smack, and scratch him, and even her little feet joined the fray, kicking him again and again.
"Mr. Qin, my stamina is depleted. I have no strength left."
Her fair little feet pressed against his shoulders, her slender body sliding backward along the bedsheets, trying to escape.
Qin Yuhe said, "You hit me so hard, seems like you still have plenty of energy."
He reached out, grasped her slender ankles, and pulled her right back.
Suddenly, Song Xinya felt something was off.
Something had come out.
They were a married couple planning to have children, so naturally, they didn't use protection.
Song Xinya didn't pay it much mind, thinking it was just like every other time they finished.
Qin Yuhe's gaze dropped downward, and suddenly, the hand lifting the black suit jacket draped over her paused.
Song Xinya was still whining and wriggling, her legs kicking wildly.
Qin Yuhe gave her thigh a firm smack. "Don't move."
Song Xinya noticed his voice had lost its lustful edge and turned serious. She asked, "What's wrong?"
Something else flowed out.
She suddenly realized what it was.
Propping herself up on the bed with both hands, Song Xinya glanced down between them.
On the snow-white bedsheets, a patch of blood was glaringly conspicuous.
This wasn't the first time Qin Yuhe had seen a bedsheet stained red.
A year ago, on that night in the hotel, after a night of passion with that woman, he had seen it once.
That woman had been a virgin, which was why she bled.
The situation now was different; it wasn't Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya's first time doing this, so this mark obviously wasn't blood from a torn hymen.
Qin Yuhe pointed at the glaringly obvious red patch. "Mrs. Qin, did you... get your period?"
Song Xinya replied, "Yeah, my 'auntie' is visiting."
She remembered her cycle dates; it wasn't supposed to be today, which meant her period had come early.
Of all the times, early or late, it just had to come at a moment like this.
Song Xinya looked at the man across from her and asked, "Do you still want to?"
Just a moment ago she was refusing, and now she was asking if he wanted to.
Qin Yuhe lifted his eyelids to look at her. "You have this kind of fetish?"
Hearing his blunt words, Song Xinya's still-flushed cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she turned her face to the side.
"I do not."
Qin Yuhe released his grip on her ankles and helped pull her clothes around her. "I'm not that much of a beast."
"A girl's immune system drops during her period, and having sex carries a risk of infection. You are more vulnerable right now. As your husband, I should care for and look after you, rather than seeking momentary pleasure and only satisfying my own selfish desires."
Song Xinya asked, "Didn't you just say you were holding back so hard it hurt?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "It's fine, I can endure it."
Song Xinya pursed her lips into a smile. "Isn't it uncomfortable to hold it in?"
Qin Yuhe said, "I still have to endure it. I can't hurt you."
He brought her parted legs together. "Don't catch a cold."
Song Xinya said, "...Thanks."
Qin Yuhe replied, "You're welcome. Once your period is over, you'll have to make it up to me."
"Five times."
Song Xinya pounded the bed with her small hands, kicking her calves wildly. "I never agreed to five times just now!"
Qin Yuhe glanced toward where she was sitting. "Stop moving around."
Song Xinya's face flushed completely red. She tugged down the hem of the black suit jacket to cover herself up.
Qin Yuhe stood up and looked around the bedroom. "Where do you keep those things? I'll get one for you."
Song Xinya was entirely focused on keeping her head down and tugging at the suit jacket hem, checking to make sure she was tightly covered. "What things?"
Qin Yuhe enunciated clearly, "San-i-tary pads."
It was the first time these words had ever left the young master's mouth, and it didn't sound very smooth.
Song Xinya replied, "In the drawer where I keep my panties. The pads are kept with them."
Right after saying that, Song Xinya suddenly remembered that Qin Yuhe didn't actually know which drawer held her panties.
Just as she was about to speak again, she saw Qin Yuhe bend down and accurately pull open the correct drawer.
Then, Song Xinya saw that her panties had been folded into neat little squares, arranged meticulously in order of color from light to dark.
They were lined up even neater than college students marching during military training!
Song Xinya sighed inwardly. It was a pity Qin Yuhe wasn't a drill instructor; he would definitely be able to train those college students to be perfectly disciplined.
Qin Yuhe picked up a pair of panties and a pad, then walked over to Song Xinya.
"Do you want me to help you wipe?"
"...No need."
"Do you want me to help you put on your panties?"
"...No need."
"Do you want me to help you stick the pad onto the panties?"
"...No need!"
Seriously, even if he wasn't embarrassed, she was!
Song Xinya snatched the items from Qin Yuhe's hands, grabbed the open black suit jacket draped over her with one hand, climbed out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom on slightly wobbly legs.
Qin Yuhe actually didn't mean anything else by it; he simply wanted to take meticulous care of his wife.
Song Xinya washed up in the bathroom, cleaned herself, put on a bathrobe, and walked out.
Qin Yuhe was leaning against the headboard, waiting for her.
The blood-stained bedsheets from earlier had already been changed by him.
Song Xinya stood beside him, looking at him a little sheepishly. "Um, your suit jacket from earlier got dirty. There's some blood on it too. Do you still want it?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Qin Yuhe said. "I'm keeping it as a memento."
