Although his words carried the word doubt, Song Tingye's gaze was firm, persistent, and so certain that there was not a trace of doubt in it.
Song Xinya asked him, What evidence do you have to prove that Jian Yiyi is Song Tingyou?
Song Tingye: I don't have any evidence. It might sound a bit unbelievable, but my feeling that Jian Yiyi is Song Tingyou is based entirely on intuition.
He had only met her three times, yet he claimed she was their sister who had been missing for fourteen years, with no evidence, relying purely on intuition.
This was too mystical.
If word got out, people would laugh at him.
Seeing Song Xinya remain silent, Song Tingye said anxiously, Sis, intuition might sound unreliable, but I've met so many people, and Jian Yiyi is the only one I felt like I had known all my life. It felt like a reunion after a long separation. Sis, please don't disbelieve me.
Song Xinya looked him straight in the eye and said, I don't disbelieve you, because my intuition also tells me that Jian Yiyi is Song Tingyou.
Song Tingye said joyfully, So Jian Yiyi must be Song Tingyou!
Song Xinya said rationally, Right now, it's just our speculation. We need solid evidence to prove this.
Song Tingye: That's easy. We just need to do a paternity test.
Song Xinya: I will figure out a way to get Jian Yiyi's biological sample.
Song Tingye: Great! I'm dying to know the test results!
Having settled this matter, the tension in Song Tingye's body suddenly dissipated. Sleepiness washed over him, and he let out a huge yawn.
I'm sleepy. My head doesn't feel like a head; it feels like a spinning globe. I'm going to bed.
He took a step forward, then turned back to Song Xinya and said, Oh right, Sis, your complexion looks really good today, just as good as when Brother-in-law is at home.
Song Xinya: ...
If this had been said by Tiantianquan, she would have definitely thought Tiantianquan was teasing her again about being watered and nourished by Qin Yuhe.
But the person saying this right now was Song Tingye.
Song Xinya knew that the current Song Tingye was still a blockhead, completely clueless about matters between men and women.
Generally, math geniuses are late bloomers when it comes to romance and sex.
Song Tingye was a living example of this.
When he said Song Xinya's complexion was as good as when Qin Yuhe was home, he was simply stating an objective fact. After saying it, he went into his room to sleep.
Song Xinya touched her face and thought to herself, today's session wasn't for nothing.
Er...
What did she mean by the session wasn't for nothing?
She should say, this ultrasonic beauty treatment wasn't done in vain.
You become who you hang out with. Ever since she started hanging out with Tiantianquan, Song Xinya felt that she was speaking more and more explicitly.
Returning to her bedroom on the second floor, Song Xinya pushed the door open.
On the desk directly facing the head of the bed, the camera's head turned toward the door. Its two large, round eyes faced Song Xinya, emitting two beams of red light.
She didn't know if the camera's movement was because it sensed someone or if someone was controlling it from behind the scenes.
Song Xinya, who usually liked to take off her bra as soon as she returned to her room, did not take it off this time.
Usually she liked to throw herself onto the bed, lying spread-eagle on her stomach with her legs wide open toward the desk. Today, she kept her legs tightly together.
After lying on her stomach to rest for a while, Song Xinya got up, picked up her clean clothes, and walked toward the bathroom.
In her peripheral vision, wherever she walked, the camera turned to follow her.
This camera was like a little clingy pest.
Song Xinya walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower.
Hot water flowed down, and thick white mist curled upward, making the entire bathroom damp and hazy.
An hour later, the bathroom door opened. The camera, which had been facing the other side, turned its head back to aim at Song Xinya.
She remembered that when she walked into the bathroom, the camera was facing the bathroom. While she was showering, the camera had turned to the other side. There was no one else in the room but her, so it wasn't triggered by someone moving; rather, it was because—
Qin Yuhe was controlling the camera.
Realizing this, the blush on Song Xinya's cheeks, brought out by the steam, deepened in color.
It was almost twelve o'clock now. Instead of going to sleep, he was secretly watching her from the other side.
Was he not busy with work anymore?
Song Xinya walked to the side of the bed, standing on one leg and lifting the other to step on the soft mattress.
She picked up a jar of body lotion, scooped out a dollop of milky white cream with her fingers, and lifted her ankle-length nightgown, gathering it at the top of her thighs.
With her head lowered, she applied the lotion to her legs.
In her peripheral vision, the camera's two eyes stopped emitting red light.
Song Xinya felt a wave of relief; he had finally stopped peeking.
It made sense. She was just applying lotion. It was so boring; there was nothing worth watching.
In reality, on the other end of the camera, Qin Yuhe was watching without blinking an eye.
The surveillance footage from his phone was projected onto an entire wall, magnifying the woman's every move countless times.
Her slender, straight calves, her snow-white, firm thighs... Because she was looking down, the fabric at her neckline drooped, revealing a deep, snowy-white cleavage.
The soft fabric of her nightgown was bunched up at the top of her thighs, revealing a hint of pink in the middle.
Qin Yuhe was lying in bed at the moment. He had originally just intended to take a quick look at his wife before going to sleep, but now he was wide awake.
In the image taking up the entire wall, the woman's slender, soft, and clean fingers slowly caressed inch by inch from her calf up to the root of her thigh.
Qin Yuhe wished he were that hand.
The beautiful scene did not last long. After applying the lotion, Song Xinya smoothed her nightgown back down.
She pulled back the covers, got into bed, turned off all the lights, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Looking at the woman's face on the screen, Qin Yuhe could not sleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind automatically conjured up that snowy-white cleavage and that hint of pink in the middle.
He became even more sleepless.
After Song Xinya lay down, she also couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Influenced by Tiantianquan, she could clearly feel that her hormones were surging tonight.
That burning sensation of unbearable thirst, even after drinking plenty of water, kept churning endlessly.
She had a lot of work to keep her busy and many things to handle. Normally, her desires weren't that strong. It was only right before, during, or after her period, influenced by normal bodily hormone fluctuations, that she would experience this feeling of thirst.
In bed, Song Xinya had always been somewhat intimidated by Qin Yuhe's fierce and aggressive style.
But tonight, Song Xinya wanted Qin Yuhe to give her a fierce and aggressive session of lovemaking.
Tossing and turning, she thought about a lot of things, including how to obtain Jian Yiyi's biological sample.
As time ticked by, fatigue gradually crept up on her. Her chaotic thoughts slowly settled, and Song Xinya drifted off to sleep.
After deep sleep, during the light sleep phase, her dreams were turbulent and bizarre.
Jian Yiyi, wearing a white T-shirt, ran toward Song Xinya, calling out to her, Sister, sister!
Song Xinya hugged her tightly and called her, Youyou.
But the embraced Jian Yiyi suddenly pushed Song Xinya away and said to her in confusion, Sister, why are you calling me Youyou?
Song Xinya: Because you are my sister, my biological sister, Song Tingyou.
Jian Yiyi: Teacher Song, what nonsense are you talking about? I am Jian Yiyi, not Song Tingyou. I have a grandma and a dad. I am the only child in my family. How could I possibly be your biological sister?
The white-haired grandmother suddenly appeared, violently snatching Jian Yiyi right out of Song Xinya's embrace. "You want to steal my granddaughter! You want to take her away from me! Get out, leave, stop ruining our lives!"
Song Xinya reached out to grab Jian Yiyi's arm. "You are my sister, Xiaoye's twin sister. Your grandmother hid the truth from you; you are not their biological child."
"Ah—"
The elderly grandmother opened her mouth wide and let out a piercing scream. The corners of her mouth tore outward, her entire face transforming into a gaping, bloody maw as she lunged at Song Xinya.
"Anyone who tries to steal my granddaughter must die!"
Song Xinya's eyes snapped open. She pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed, her chest heaving as she panted heavily.
A pair of strong arms enveloped her. The man pressed his palm against her back, gently rubbing it to help her catch her breath.
His voice was incredibly gentle as he told her, "Yaya, I'm here."
Song Xinya hugged his waist tightly. "Qin Yuhe, you're back."
He replied, "Yes, I'm back."
Her frayed nerves finally settled, and the terror that had wrapped so tightly around her heart completely crumbled away.
Holding her, he slowly pressed his body down against hers.
She lay flat on the bed, feeling the comforting, heavy weight of his body over hers.
It was unclear who initiated it. It started as a light kiss on the forehead, sliding smoothly down to the tip of her nose, before finally seeking out her soft lips. The two held each other, kissing with deep, lingering passion.
Song Xinya kept her eyes tightly shut. A flush spread across her cheeks, blooming like red watercolor on pure white paper, slowly unfurling across her skin.
She tilted her slender, beautiful neck upward, like a desperately thirsty fish welcoming the rain.
Broken, breathy moans slipped from her rosy, glistening lips.
On the other end of the camera, just as Qin Yuhe was finally about to drift off to sleep, he heard a strange sound.
Qin Yuhe was actually still in Modu; Song Xinya was having a dream within a dream.
Qin Yuhe opened his eyes. On the large screen mounted on the opposite wall, he saw the flushed, aroused state of the woman.
He heard her sweet, seductive moans...
His wife was having an erotic dream...
He watched the entire process of his wife's wet dream from beginning to end...
