Song Xinya was so frightened she didn't dare to move.
Her thigh, which had been brushing back and forth across his waist and abdomen, didn't dare to act out anymore. It came to an abrupt stop, pressing right there.
For a moment, the room was incredibly quiet.
The only sounds were their pounding heartbeats and each other's slightly rapid breathing.
Even through the fabric, she could clearly feel the burning, tense body heat of the man beside her.
Whether it was psychological or not, she suddenly felt her hands go weak and her mouth turn numb.
Her rosy lips unconsciously pursed together, then relaxed.
After a long while, Song Xinya blushed and squeezed out a sentence, "I don't know how."
Qin Yuhe: "I'll find a video for you. You can watch and learn."
Song Xinya's face flushed so red it looked like it could bleed.
She had just told Tiantianquan earlier that Qin Yuhe wouldn't watch that kind of stuff, and now she was being slapped in the face by reality.
She really couldn't imagine it: "Mr. Qin, you are such an elegant person, how could you watch that kind of stuff too?"
Qin Yuhe: "If I don't watch it, am I supposed to wait for you to teach me?"
He asked her, "What do you know how to do?"
"I know how to..." Song Xinya opened her mouth, thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with anything.
Qin Yuhe: "You know how to lie down."
QAQ
Song Xinya felt like she was being mocked.
She finally knew where he had learned all his bedroom skills from.
He was actually proud of watching those videos, humph.
Qin Yuhe held Song Xinya's arm and gave it a shake, causing her whole body to tremble along with it.
"Want to watch?"
He reached out for his phone on the nightstand.
Song Xinya's leg, which was resting on his waist, retracted in a flash. She rolled over, tumbling all the way to the edge of the bed, and turned her back to him. "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."
A warm source of heat approached from behind. His chest pressed against her back, and his deep voice was laced with a wicked smile.
"I misspoke just now. Mrs. Qin doesn't just know how to lie on her back, she also knows how to lie on her stomach."
Again.
She was being mocked once again.
Blushing like a sunset, Song Xinya turned around, pressed her hands against his chest, and pushed him away with force. "Mr. Qin, I'm ignoring you now."
Qin Yuhe placed his palm on her back and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "Mrs. Qin, I'm paying attention to you."
His arms were firm, and the strength with which he held her was domineering and powerful, leaving no room for refusal.
Their bodies were pressed together intimately, without any gap.
She was entirely enveloped in his gentle body heat and surrounded by his elegant, steady scent.
Soon, sleepiness washed over her, and Song Xinya's mind grew fuzzy.
Qin Yuhe's voice drifted into her ears. "Watching videos has nothing to do with being elegant. During the day, we surrender our bodies to the secular world; at night, we give our bodies back to ourselves. Being true to your senses, openly accepting your desires, enjoying the pleasure of intertwining with each other, and making peace with your own lust—allowing your mind and body to have an outlet for release and happiness—this is treating yourself well."
At the moment Song Xinya fell asleep, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
President Qin really had a way with words. Even watching adult videos sounded elegant when it came from his mouth.
......
Early the next morning, when Song Xinya woke up, she saw—yet again—Qin Yuhe walking out of the bathroom.
She looked at his wet hair and the dampness clinging to his body. "Do you like taking showers in the morning now?"
Qin Yuhe: "No, I don't."
Song Xinya: "Then why do you take them?"
Qin Yuhe: "I have no choice."
Song Xinya was confused. It was just a shower. If he liked it, he could take one; if he didn't, he could just not. How could he have no choice?
Qin Yuhe really had no choice because holding it in all the time was unbearable.
Song Xinya threw off the covers and got out of bed. Her long, shapely legs were exposed to the air, dazzlingly white.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept over her, and the composure he had just regained began to crack.
Song Xinya walked toward him. Her soft body drew close, and her faint, sweet fragrance drifted into his nose.
She placed her palm on his chest, transmitting both softness and warmth. "Mr. Qin, do you want me to help you change your clothes?"
Qin Yuhe lowered his gaze, looking at the tender, white little hand on his chest. His Adam's apple bobbed. "No need."
Song Xinya: "You don't have to be polite with me."
Qin Yuhe: "I'm not being polite. Another day."
He walked over to the wardrobe to change his clothes.
As the man's firm pectoral muscles slipped away from her palm, Song Xinya felt that Qin Yuhe was acting a bit strange today. Didn't he usually enjoy physical contact with her? Why was he being somewhat evasive today?
Song Xinya went to the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, she saw that Qin Yuhe had already changed into a sharp suit and leather shoes.
He had a business trip to Shanghai today with a morning flight. At this moment, he was standing unhurriedly by the wardrobe, his hands tucked into his pockets, looking straight at her.
Song Xinya: "Are you waiting for me?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
Song Xinya saw that his expression was quite serious. He probably had something to tell her, so she waited quietly for him to speak.
Qin Yuhe: "Didn't we agree not to keep other women's or men's things in our room?"
Song Xinya: "I didn't."
Qin Yuhe: "In the innermost cabinet, there is a gift box containing men's items."
Song Xinya: "That's a gift I got for you."
"Is that so." His serious expression dissolved, and the corners of Qin Yuhe's lips curled up.
Song Xinya walked to the innermost cabinet door, took out the exquisitely wrapped gift box, and handed it to him with both hands. "For you."
Qin Yuhe accepted it with both hands. "Thank you."
His fingers stroked the high-quality packaging box. "What kind of gift did you get me?"
Song Xinya had nothing to hide and answered truthfully, "It's not anything expensive. It can't compare to the luxury cars and villas your business partners give you. It's just a very ordinary little gift."
Qin Yuhe opened the box and saw that it was a razor.
"How is this gift not expensive? In my heart, it is incredibly precious," he said, looking at her. "Because it's from you."
Song Xinya smiled shyly. "As long as you don't mind it."
Qin Yuhe: "How could I ever mind a gift from my wife?"
Song Xinya stared at his chin for a moment. He hadn't shaved for just a day, and a dark stubble had already appeared.
"Mr. Qin, let me shave you."
Qin Yuhe glanced at the razor in his hand. "This is manual. Do you know how to use it?"
Song Xinya: "I've helped Tiantianquan shave her armpit hair before."
Shaving a beard and shaving armpit hair should be about the same, right?
Qin Yuhe chuckled. "You girls do things like that with each other?"
Song Xinya: "Tiantianquan has a more carefree personality. She asks me to help her shave. It's just helping each other out."
Qin Yuhe glanced at her arm. "You don't seem to need anyone's help with shaving."
Song Xinya: "I don't have any hair on my arms, armpits, or legs."
Qin Yuhe said, "It's not like you don't have it everywhere."
Song Xinya suddenly remembered what Tiantianquan had said before—a razor could be used as a kink toy.
For some reason, Song Xinya had a feeling that this was exactly what Qin Yuhe was implying.
He really knew so many tricks.
Did he learn this from those videos too?
Song Xinya pretended not to understand. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Qin Yuhe: "I'm talking about the hair on your head."
Song Xinya: "I totally believe you."
......
In the bathroom, in front of the mirror.
Song Xinya stood facing Qin Yuhe, rubbing shaving cream between her palms to work up a rich lather.
Hooking some of the white foam with her fingers, she applied it to his chin and upper lip.
Looking at Qin Yuhe in this state, Song Xinya called out to him, "Santa Claus."
Qin Yuhe replied, "Whatever present you want, Santa Claus will make it happen for you."
Song Xinya thought for a moment and said, "I don't need any presents. I just want my husband to be a little less insatiable."
Qin Yuhe said, "I asked your husband, and he said no."
Song Xinya scoffed, "Hmph."
Qin Yuhe said, "Even 'hmph' won't work."
Song Xinya leaned closer to him, raising the razor in her hand to carefully and slowly shave his beard.
She stood on her tiptoes, her upper body leaning into his.
His hands rested on her slender, soft waist.
The room was filled with the scent of shaving foam, but all Qin Yuhe could smell was the natural fragrance wafting from her body.
Song Xinya was still wearing her slip nightgown from bed, its two narrow straps hanging over her delicate, fair shoulders.
At such a close distance, Qin Yuhe's tall stature gave him a unique advantage; looking down, he had a clear view right into her nightgown.
The woman's curves were graceful, full and rounded like a ripe peach.
His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, unable to resist lingering around her waist.
A tingling tickle shot up from his fingertips. Song Xinya gently scolded him, "Don't move. Stop moving around, I have a blade in my hand."
Qin Yuhe asked, "Are your feet tired from standing on your tiptoes?"
Song Xinya replied, "Yes."
"To save your energy," Qin Yuhe suggested, "lean your upper body against me."
Song Xinya thought about it and decided it was indeed a good idea.
Her soft, delicate body nestled against his firm chest.
With one hand holding the razor, she wrapped her other arm around his neck. Since they were already pressed together anyway, she simply treated him as a support and pressed herself against him even tighter.
The exquisite body in his arms was warm, soft, and relaxed, inviting a thousand wild fantasies.
Everywhere on Qin Yuhe's body, veins began to bulge with tension.
The corners of his lips curled into a helpless smile. Was he reaping a reward, or just asking for torture? Wasn't he the one suffering in the end?
The razor glided across one side of his cheek, bringing a taut sensation to his skin.
Qin Yuhe warned, "Song Xinya, don't cut me."
Song Xinya asked, "And if I do cut you, what happens?"
Qin Yuhe said, "You know you still owe me five rounds of sex, right?"
"Cut me once, and we add another round."
Song Xinya's small hand trembled, and hiss, she left a bloody scratch on his left cheek.
Qin Yuhe announced, "Six times."
Song Xinya stammered, "You, you, you..."
In her moment of distraction, hiss, she left another bloody scratch on his right cheek.
Qin Yuhe declared, "Seven times."
