His line of sight was blocked, and the screen went pitch black.
Qin Yuhe didn't put down his phone, though.
He pulled open a drawer, took out his earphones, and put them on. Leaning his lean, muscular body against the back of his chair, he closed his eyes, held his breath, and focused entirely on the sounds coming from the other end.
The rustling sound of fabric rubbing against skin and slipping down, followed by a crisp pop as it was tossed onto the table.
Qin Yuhe's eardrums clearly caught every single sound, using them to construct a vivid picture in his mind.
Her snow-white, graceful body appeared in his mind, warm, fragrant, sweet, and soft.
He had once frantically exerted his strength on her body, exploring her with immense interest, over and over again.
She was like a bursting ice cream that oozed sweet juices, melting in his palms, on his tongue, and in his stomach following his lewd movements.
A casual squeeze of his large hands on her skin would leave marks that lingered for a long time.
It looked as if she had suffered his violent ravaging.
In reality, it was just because her skin was too delicate; even his gentle rubbing and pinching would leave heavy marks.
She was incredibly soft and delicate.
With just a slight touch from him, her bright red lips would let out a soft, enchanting moan that sounded as if it were dipped in honey.
The sound of her taking off her clothes was a moving piece of music to him.
It was a decadent tune that automatically matched the images of their passionate lovemaking.
Pale pink feet stepped on the floor, the sound approaching and then fading away, followed by the sound of the bathroom door closing.
The splashing water covered up all other noises.
Qin Yuhe slowly opened his eyes, looked down, and saw his phone screen light up.
She had taken away the underwear draped over it.
This action proved that she wasn't repulsed by his move to install a camera in the bedroom.
Nice.
Putting himself in her shoes, if she wanted to install a camera in his office in Shanghai, he wouldn't mind either.
The conversations in his office were all commercial secrets.
But to her, all his commercial secrets were no longer secrets.
There was no harm in letting her know.
It was just that, even though he was prepared for a fair and just exchange, Mrs. Qin had never brought up the matter of installing a camera in his office.
The bathroom door opened, and the woman who had just finished showering walked out.
Her skin, steamed by the heat, was white with a hint of red, glowing with a faint pink flush in its moist translucence. Her long hair fell naturally, the smooth strands resting on her chest, with a few wet locks clinging to her fair neck.
Her whole being exuded a soft and charming delicacy, so tender it seemed you could pinch water out of it.
With such an enchanting face and alluring figure, the pajamas she wore were—
Pure cotton, a two-piece set, printed with a yellowish, buck-toothed SpongeBob SquarePants.
Qin Yuhe couldn't help but laugh; she definitely wore this on purpose.
He knew Song Xinya had excellent taste, leaning towards a mature and elegant style.
As a twenty-five-year-old married woman, she naturally wouldn't wear cartoon t-shirts and jeans every day; adults should wear adult clothes.
So, Song Xinya indeed wore these childish pajamas on purpose today.
She called this pajama set: the pervert repellent suit.
But the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, Qin Yuhe wanted to pin her beneath him.
Song Xinya pulled back the covers, got in, and turned off the light.
In the darkness, she glanced at the camera, thinking that since the lights were off, the other party definitely couldn't see her anymore.
Actually, modern cameras were already highly advanced; the night mode could see the other party with absolute clarity.
The screen illuminated the woman's exquisite and smooth face. After falling asleep, her small lips parted slightly.
When Qin Yuhe went to sleep, he placed his phone on the nightstand, leaving it on, and fell asleep alongside his wife on the screen.
………
The next day, Song Xinya asked Qin Yuyan, Are you tired from studying these past two days?
Qin Yuyan replied, I'm exhausted. The finger holding the pen is about to grow calluses.
Song Xinya said, You can study on your own today.
Self-study meant no one was watching, which meant she could slack off.
Qin Yuyan said excitedly, Great!
Song Xinya turned to look at Song Tingye. Come out with me to meet someone.
Song Tingye asked, Meet who?
Song Xinya replied, A girl your age. She's also starting her senior year of high school after the summer vacation.
Song Tingye asked, Which school?
Song Xinya said, Jingbei City Experimental Middle School.
Song Tingye said, She doesn't go to my school, she's not in my class, and we're not related. Why should I go meet her?
Song Xinya asked, You don't want to go?
Song Tingye complained, It's the middle of summer. The blazing sun is more toxic than Nanny Rong's needles. I'd go out as a handsome young man in the morning and return as Justice Bao in the evening. It's so hot I'm afraid of spontaneously combusting if I even fart.
In this weather, away from the air conditioner, I'm just a walking piece of pork belly. Anyone I'd be willing to brave the blazing sun to meet would have to be a life-or-death friend.
Go meet a stranger? The heat will kill me.
Song Xinya pulled out a hundred-yuan bill. Are you going or not?
Song Tingye snatched the bill. I'm going!
Song Xinya asked, Not afraid of the heat anymore?
Song Tingye proclaimed, Since ancient times, everyone must die, but I'll leave a loyal heart to shine upon my sister.
Song Xinya took Song Tingye to the vegetable market.
Song Tingye's originally well-styled, layered bangs had turned into a barcode from the sweat.
Sis, on such a hot day, who did you bring me to the vegetable market to meet?
Song Xinya looked toward the tofu stall in the corner and pointed at Jian Yiyi. Her.
Song Tingye followed her finger and looked over.
Jian Yiyi happened to look up at that moment.
Song Tingye and Jian Yiyi's eyes met in the air.
