Why install a camera in the bedroom?
Whose husband installs a camera in the bedroom?
She had just put on that piece of lingerie with boob cutouts, and he wanted to install a camera in the bedroom!
A feeling of being peeped at welled up in her heart. Song Xinya even suspected that Qin Yuhe had already secretly installed one.
She quickly covered the two large holes on her chest with her hands.
Her full softness spilled through the gaps between her fingers.
Song Xinya scanned the bedroom but didn't find anything unusual.
Knowing Qin Yuhe's style, if he wanted to install a camera in the bedroom, he would tell her in advance.
Just like right now.
Song Xinya pulled the quilt over and wrapped herself up like a silkworm chrysalis.
[Mr. Qin, why do you want to install a camera in the bedroom?]
Qin Yuhe replied with a completely straight face: [I saw the news a few days ago. A woman slipped while taking a shower and no one found her. She missed the best window for treatment and became disabled for life. I'm worried that something might happen to you when I'm not around, so I want to install a camera in the bedroom.]
Following his logic, Song Xinya thought about it: [Then you shouldn't install the camera in the bedroom. You should install it in the bathroom.]
Qin Yuhe: [I'll listen to you. We'll install it in the bathroom.]
Song Xinya's brain felt like it was stuffed with a ball of yarn, completely tangled.
What did he mean by listening to her? Did she ever say she wanted it installed in the bathroom?
Song Xinya: [Does this mean I have to live-stream my showers to you from now on?]
Qin Yuhe: [If you want me to watch, I won't refuse.]
Song Xinya sent him a barrage of bomb emojis.
Bomb him to death.
Qin Yuhe: [I've already ordered a camera. The technician will come to install it tomorrow.]
Song Xinya was dumbfounded. President Qin's speed was way too fast!
[I think it's better to install the camera in the bedroom after all.]
Qin Yuhe: [I'll listen to you. We'll install it in the bedroom.]
Song Xinya: "..."
Listening to her again, as if she was the one who suggested it in the first place.
Qin Yuhe was a veteran in the business world and well-versed in the art of negotiation. The best way to resolve a conflict was to amplify an even bigger one.
Comparing installing the camera in the bathroom to installing it in the bedroom, the bedroom option suddenly seemed much more acceptable.
A confident smile appeared on his handsome, sharp face.
On the bed, Song Xinya rolled back and forth, looking like a tumbling chrysalis.
Ahhhhh! How could she have agreed to let Qin Yuhe install a camera in the bedroom!
Song Xinya suspected her brain had short-circuited!
She wanted to undo it and start over.
The older the ginger, the spicier it is; the older the fox, the craftier it is. Ugh!
The more Song Xinya thought about it, the more she felt she had been tricked. She picked up her phone and sent another barrage of bomb emojis to Qin Yuhe.
Ring, ring~ Ring, ring~
Qin Yuhe's video call came through.
Oh my god, she was currently wearing lingerie with boob cutouts!
What kind of woman wears revealing lingerie at home when she has nothing else to do?
Song Xinya!
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Song Xinya even admired herself.
The reason for her sudden whim tonight was actually because this outfit was too erotic. She was too embarrassed to wear it in front of Qin Yuhe, so she secretly wore it for herself while he wasn't home.
A woman had to treat herself well. Perfume was only dabbed on the philtrum for herself to smell, and revealing lingerie was only worn for herself to see.
She had calculated everything, but she hadn't calculated that Qin Yuhe would call her on video.
Song Xinya braced herself and pressed the answer button.
She held the phone in one hand and covered her chest with the quilt with the other.
On the screen, Qin Yuhe's face was magnified in Song Xinya's pupils. His features were exquisite, his bone structure stunning, his brows and eyes striking, and his skin a cool white—three points more captivating than the most romantic scenery.
He sat under the office lights, his sharp brow bone casting a dark shadow over his eyelids.
Those deep dark eyes stared straight at her slender, fair shoulders.
"Purple. I've never seen you wear this nightgown before."
It had been hidden in a corner by Song Xinya and was gathering dust, so naturally, Qin Yuhe had never seen it.
Song Xinya: "It's just a very ordinary piece of clothing. Nothing much to look at."
Qin Yuhe: "If it's so ordinary, why are you hiding it? Let me see."
Song Xinya: "...Ordinary people wouldn't want to see it after hearing it's ordinary."
Qin Yuhe said, "I'm not an ordinary person."
"I am the successor of socialism."
Song Xinya reached out her hand toward the man on the screen: "Hello, me too."
Qin Yuhe also reached out his hand, and the two shook hands through the air.
The moment Song Xinya reached out her hand, the quilt covering her chest slipped down and pooled at her waist.
Qin Yuhe stared at her intently.
Song Xinya was still smiling at their virtual handshake, feeling that she had a great sense of humor. But when she glanced at the screen, her smile instantly vanished.
She grabbed the quilt with her hands, covering her exposed chest, her face flushing beet red. "Where are you looking!"
Qin Yuhe: "Looking at the pretty places."
Song Xinya: "I want to spray pepper spray in your eyes."
Qin Yuhe replied seriously, "You can't. If I go blind, you'll have a blind husband."
Song Xinya's cheeks were burning hot. "You've seen what you wanted to see. I'm hanging up. Go to sleep."
Qin Yuhe said, "I want to take one more look."
Honestly, he always said dirty things with such a straight face.
Song Xinya wanted to ask, "If I asked to see your private parts, would you agree?" But she didn't say it, because he really would agree.
Qin Yuhe asked in his deep, cool voice, "Is it because there are cutouts over the breasts that you won't let me see?"
He, he, he... he actually brought that up!
Did he think her face wasn't red enough?!
Song Xinya hung up the video call.
Ding— three messages from Qin Yuhe came through:
[I am your legal husband, why can't I look?]
[Can I only look when we're doing it?]
[Mrs. Qin, you're so stingy.]
Song Xinya poked her fingers forcefully at the screen: [It's the middle of the night, stop thinking about this nonsense and go to sleep!]
Qin Yuhe replied righteously: [If I don't think about these things in the middle of the night, am I supposed to think about them during the day?]
Song Xinya didn't know how to reply for a moment. She even felt that what he said made some sense.
She sent him another pile of bomb emojis.
On Qin Yuhe's phone, the screen was filled with bombs.
His Mrs. Qin had quite the temper.
Song Xinya lay on the bed, rolled around for a while, then sat up and took off the purple lingerie.
She immediately made a vow: She would never wear this revealing lingerie ever again. Never again, absolutely!
If she wore it again, she would perform a live show of boiling herself in an iron pot for everyone!
Early the next morning, after Song Xinya got up, the technician who was installing the camera arrived.
Song Xinya: "Install the camera facing the balcony."
Technician: "Ma'am, President Qin instructed me to install the camera directly facing the double bed."
Song Xinya's mood, which had calmed down over the night, began to flare up again.
[Why do you want to install the camera facing the head of the bed?]
Qin Yuhe: [Because...]
[On every day that we can't see each other, I want to be able to look at you.]
