The two of them lay on the double bed, each occupying their own side.
Song Xinya had her back to Qin Yuhe, her small face flushed red as she muttered in her heart about what Qin Yuhe had just said.
He wanted to keep his suit jacket, which was stained with her menstrual blood, as a souvenir...
What kind of fetish was that?
He really didn't find it dirty at all.
In the quiet room, the sound of turning pages could be heard from time to time.
After lying quietly for a while, Song Xinya turned around and looked at Qin Yuhe.
In the warm yellow light, his long, straight eyelashes drooped. Holding that English book in his hand, his gaze fell on the pages, calm and indifferent, his whole body wrapped in a layer of gentle yet aloof nobility.
It was like he was a completely different person from the one who had ruthlessly gripped her waist earlier.
Song Xinya thought that at this moment, Qin Yuhe must have entered that so-called post-coital sage time.
Other men smoked a cigarette afterward, but he read a book.
President Qin's taste was surprisingly elegant.
Since Song Xinya kept staring at Qin Yuhe, it was naturally impossible for him not to notice.
The movement of his fingers turning the pages paused, and Qin Yuhe's dark, moist eyes looked toward Song Xinya.
"Didn't you say you were sleepy earlier? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Song Xinya replied, "I can't fall asleep."
Qin Yuhe asked, "Am I disturbing you?"
Song Xinya said, "No. If I were really sleepy, I could fall asleep even with the lights on and Wild Wolf Disco blasting next to me."
She folded her hands together, placed them by her cheek, and blinked. "I just suddenly can't sleep."
Qin Yuhe noted, "It seems I didn't work hard enough just now to tire you out into a deep sleep."
Song Xinya shot him a coquettish glare. Her charming eyes were like rippling water, and an enchanting hook swirled in her moist pupils.
She reached out and ambiguously patted the hand he was using to hold the book.
Her soft, white fingers lingered affectionately over the back of his hand, slowly tracing the winding, bulging veins. Just as they were about to slip away from his fingertips, he flipped his hand and grasped hers.
The book was placed on the nightstand beside them, and his attention focused entirely on her.
The mattress dipped slightly as he lay down, pulling her into his arms to hold her.
His chin rested on the top of her head. The arms embracing her body were neither too tight nor too loose, perfectly enveloping her in his embrace, their bodies pressed together.
Her face was buried in his chest. Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat and feeling his body heat and scent, she felt a sense of security, as if wrapped in tenderness. It was very comfortable.
The whole world quieted down and slowed down, leaving only their beating hearts, peaceful and steady.
Actually, the reason Song Xinya couldn't sleep was that she had been thinking about one thing.
She and he had been married for over a month, and she still wasn't pregnant.
As for why she wasn't pregnant, she thought of a reason.
Coincidentally, the days she and Qin Yuhe did the deed were always right before her period was due.
The seven days before a period starts and the eight days after it ends are known as the safe period for women, where the probability of pregnancy is relatively low.
Due to his work, he needed to travel frequently on business trips, and his return times were uncertain.
If every time in the future coincidentally fell into this timeframe, how could she ever get pregnant?
Thinking that Qin Yuhe was going on a business trip to Shanghai tomorrow, Song Xinya asked with anticipation in her voice, "Mr. Qin, when will you be back next time?"
In the past, whenever she heard he was leaving, she would look extremely happy. Now, before he had even left, she was already looking forward to his return.
Qin Yuhe felt a sense of being flattered and overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.
"Mrs. Qin, you are even booking my next appointment now."
He was deeply gratified. Deeply gratified!
Saying it was booking the next appointment wasn't wrong; Song Xinya was indeed thinking about the next time they would do the deed.
Qin Yuhe said, "In a week, the Qin family will announce our marriage to all the members of the Beijing high society circle. This will be your first appearance as the young madam of the Qin family, my wife, Mrs. Qin. I will come back and accompany you to attend it."
Thinking about this event a week from now, Song Xinya felt both longing and a bit of apprehension.
"For such a grand occasion, does your Qin family have any etiquette rules? I should study them in advance so I don't embarrass your family when the time comes."
The hand Qin Yuhe used to embrace her gently patted her back. With a warm, lazy smile, the words he spoke were resolute, gentle yet powerful.
"Song Xinya, you don't need to learn rules for anyone else. You just need to be yourself."
The softest part of her heart was struck hard, and Song Xinya's entire heart felt like melting.
She lifted her head from his embrace and looked at his handsome, elegant face, her beautiful eyes flowing with charming grace and tender affection.
"The Qin family is such a prominent family. If there's anything insufficiently elegant in my behavior, won't it disgrace the Qin clan?"
Qin Yuhe lowered his eyes to look at her, his white jade-like fingers gently stroking her face.
"Only the weak need to care about how others look at them. When you stand at the very top of the pyramid, whatever you do is right."
"Song Xinya, you must remember, as long as I am standing by your side, no one will dare say a single bad word about you."
"So what I need to do is," Song Xinya paused, "be myself?"
"Yes, be yourself. You don't need to cater to anyone's preferences. Boldly be yourself," Qin Yuhe's palm cupped her face. "I will be your safety net."
There were no lengthy lectures. He simply told her that she only needed to be herself, boldly be herself, and he would back her up.
This was probably what it felt like to have someone supporting you. She was no longer a lonely person standing on the edge of a cliff. Someone had tied an indestructible safety rope around her waist, and no one dared to untie it, because the person holding the other end of the rope was him, Qin Yuhe.
Song Xinya was moved in her heart, and her body followed her emotions. Her delicate, soft body burrowed into his embrace, rubbing against him like a spoiled kitten acting coquettishly in its owner's arms.
Qin Yuhe's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Be good."
Song Xinya pondered in her heart, was he complaining that she was too clingy?
She broke free from his embrace and rolled along the bedsheets all the way to the outer edge.
As the warm and fragrant softness left his embrace, Qin Yuhe's arms felt empty, and a piece of his heart felt empty as well.
The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against the bedsheets sounded, drawing closer.
Song Xinya rolled right back, spreading her soft white arms and hugging Qin Yuhe tightly.
"Mr. Qin, I want to hold you to sleep tonight."
He looked down at her. Her bright and charming face was radiant, her clear, rippling eyes were bright and moving, and a sense of reliance floated in the depths of her eyes.
She was usually a very independent person and rarely acted this clingy.
Qin Yuhe swept his long arm around her, wrapping her into his embrace and holding her tightly. "Hold me if you want to. We are a legally married couple."
Song Xinya wriggled even more happily in his embrace, tangling her hands and feet around him like an octopus, resting one leg on his waist and pressing the other on his leg.
This posture of hers...
Qin Yuhe asked, "Aren't you worried it will leak out like this?"
Song Xinya replied, "What if it leaks out and gets on your clothes again?"
Qin Yuhe smiled. "Then I will have another souvenir."
Song Xinya buried her face in his chest, giggling.
Mr. Qin, he really knew what to say.
Song Xinya became even more emboldened, her smooth and supple legs brushing back and forth across his waist and abdomen.
Qin Yuhe felt the fire in his heart flare up again, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
"Mrs. Qin, do you know that I didn't get enough to eat tonight..."
Song Xinya: "And so?"
Anyway, he couldn't eat her right now.
She looked triumphant.
Qin Yuhe: "If you keep this up, choose between your hands and your mouth."
Song Xinya froze for a moment, thinking of something, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Qin Yuhe: "Exactly what you think it means..."
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