Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Although his words carried a hint of doubt, Song Tingye's gaze was firm, persistent, and unwavering, showing no trace of doubt.

Song Xinya asked him, "What evidence do you have to prove that Jian Yiyi is Song Tingyou?"

Song Tingye: "I have no evidence. It might sound a bit far-fetched, but I think Jian Yiyi is Song Tingyou. It's all based on intuition."

They only met one person three times, yet they claimed that the person was their sister who had been missing for fourteen years, without any evidence, relying entirely on intuition.

This is too mystical.

People would laugh at me if I told them.

Seeing that Song Xinya remained silent, Song Tingye said anxiously, "Sister, intuition may sound unreliable, but I've met so many people, and only with Jian Yiyi did I feel an instant connection, like we were old friends. Sister, please don't disbelieve me."

Song Xinya looked directly at him and said, "It's not that I don't believe you, because I also have a gut feeling that Jian Yiyi is Song Tingyou."

Song Tingye exclaimed happily, "So Jian Yiyi must be Song Tingyou!"

Song Xinya said rationally, "At this point, it's just our speculation; we need solid evidence to prove it."

Song Tingye: "That's easy, just get a paternity test done."

Song Xinya: "I will try to get Jian Yiyi's biological sample."

Song Tingye: "Great! I'm eager to know the results of the test!"

Having settled the matter, Song Tingye's tense body suddenly relaxed, drowsiness washed over him, and he let out a big yawn.

"I'm sleepy. My head isn't a head anymore, it's a spinning Earth. Time to sleep."

He took a step forward, turned around and said to Song Xinya, "By the way, sis, you look great today, just like when your husband is home."

Song Xinya: "..."

If Tian Tianquan had said these words, she would have thought that Tian Tianquan was teasing her about being watered and nourished by Qin Yuhe.

But the person who said this at this moment was Song Tingye.

Song Xinya knew that Song Tingye was still a blockhead and had no clue about matters between men and women.

Generally speaking, mathematical geniuses, both men and women, tend to develop their talents later in life.

Song Tingye is a living example.

He said that Song Xinya looked just as good as Qin Yuhe did when he was at home, which was just stating an objective fact. After saying that, he went inside to sleep.

Song Xinya touched her face, thinking to herself, "This ordeal wasn't for nothing."

Uh……

What? This ordeal wasn't for nothing.

It's fair to say that this ultrasonic beauty treatment was worthwhile.

You become like the people you associate with. Ever since she started hanging out with Tian Tian, ​​Song Xinya feels that she's become increasingly outspoken.

Back in her bedroom on the second floor, Song Xinya pushed open the door.

On the table directly opposite the bedside, the camera's head was turned towards the door, its two round, large eyes pointing at Song Xinya, shooting out two beams of red light.

It's unclear whether the camera's rotation is due to sensing someone's presence or being controlled from behind.

Song Xinya, who usually takes off her bra as soon as she gets home, didn't this time.

She likes to throw herself onto the bed, sprawled out in a starfish shape with her legs wide open and facing the table. Today, however, she kept her legs tightly together.

After resting for a while, Song Xinya got up, picked up her change of clothes, and headed towards the bathroom.

Yu Guangzhong, wherever she went, the camera followed.

This camera is like a little clingy thing.

Song Xinya walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower.

Hot water gushed out, and wisps of white steam rose gently, making the entire bathroom damp and hazy.

An hour later, the bathroom door opened, facing the camera on the other side, then turned back to face Song Xinya.

She remembered that when she entered the bathroom, the camera was pointed at the bathroom. While she was showering, the camera turned to the other side. There was no one else in the room besides her, so it wasn't because someone triggered the rotation, but because—

Qin Yuhe is operating the camera.

Song Xinya realized this, and the blush on her cheeks, which had been flushed by the heat, deepened.

It's almost midnight, and instead of going to sleep, he's secretly watching her from across the street.

Not so busy at work anymore?

Song Xinya walked to the bedside, stood on one leg, and raised the other leg, placing it on the soft bed.

She picked up a jar of moisturizer, scooped out a dollop of the milky white cream with her fingers, and lifted up her ankle-length nightgown, piling it up at the base of her thighs.

She lowered her head and applied moisturizer to her legs.

Yu Guangzhong, the two eyes of the camera stopped emitting red light.

Song Xinya felt relieved; he had finally stopped peeking.

Yeah, she's just applying moisturizer, it's so boring, what's so interesting about it?

In fact, on the other end of the camera, Qin Yuhe watched without blinking.

The surveillance footage from the phone was projected onto an entire wall, magnifying the woman's every move countless times.

Her slender, straight calves and snow-white, firm thighs, with her head bowed, revealed a deep, snow-white cleavage through the fabric at her neckline.

The soft fabric of her nightgown bunched up at the top of her thighs, revealing a glimpse of pink in the middle.

Qin Yuhe was lying in bed, originally intending to glance at his wife before going to sleep, but now he was wide awake.

In the image that occupies an entire wall, a woman's slender, delicate fingers slowly caress her calf to the top of her thigh, inch by inch.

Qin Yuhe wanted to be that hand.

The beautiful scene didn't last long. After applying moisturizer, Song Xinya pulled down her nightgown.

She lifted the covers, lay down, turned off all the lights, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Qin Yuhe stared at the woman's face on the screen, unable to sleep at night.

As soon as I close my eyes, an image of a deep, snow-white cleavage with a touch of pink in the middle automatically appears in my mind.

I can't sleep at all.

After Song Xinya lay down, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Influenced by Tian Tian's circle, she clearly felt that her hormones were surging tonight.

That burning sensation of thirst, which persists even after drinking plenty of water, is relentless.

She has a lot of work to do and many things to handle, so her needs aren't usually that strong. It's only around her period, or during her period, that she experiences this feeling of hunger due to the influence of normal hormone secretion.

In bed, Song Xinya was always afraid of Qin Yuhe's fierce and domineering style.

But tonight, Song Xinya wants Qin Yuhe to give her a fierce and passionate love affair.

I thought about it a lot, including how to obtain Jane Yi's biological samples.

Time passed by, and weariness gradually crept in. Her chaotic thoughts slowly settled, and Song Xinya drifted off to sleep.

After deep sleep, during the light sleep stage, dreams become chaotic and bizarre.

Wearing a white T-shirt, Jian Yi ran towards Song Xinya, calling out, "Sister, sister."

Song Xinya hugged her tightly and called her, "Youyou."

Suddenly, Jian Yi, who was being hugged, pushed Song Xinya away and asked her in confusion, "Sister, why did you call me Youyou?"

Song Xinya: "Because you are my sister, my own sister, Song Tingyou."

Jian Yiyi: "Teacher Song, what nonsense are you talking about? I am Jian Yiyi, not Song Tingyou. I have a grandmother and a father. I am an only child. How could I be your biological sister?"

Suddenly, the white-haired grandmother appeared and abruptly pulled Jian Yi away from Song Xinya's arms: "You're trying to steal my granddaughter! You're trying to take my granddaughter away from me! Go away! Leave! Don't disturb our lives!"

Song Xinya reached out and pulled Jian Yiyi's arm: "You are my sister, Xiao Ye's twin sister. Your grandmother hid the truth from you. You are not their biological child."

"ah--"

The elderly woman screamed with her mouth wide open. The arc of her mouth split open from the corners of her lips, turning her entire face into a gaping maw that lunged at Song Xinya.

"Anyone who tried to take my granddaughter should die!"

Song Xinya suddenly opened her eyes, propped herself up on the bed with her hands, and sat up, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

A pair of strong arms held her in their embrace, and the man's palms covered her back, gently patting her back to help her catch her breath.

He said to her gently, "Ya Ya, I'm here."

Song Xinya hugged his waist tightly: "Qin Yuhe, you're back."

He said, "Yes, I'm back."

Her anxious nerves were relieved, and the fear that had been gripping her heart crumbled.

He held her and slowly pressed his body down.

She lay flat on the bed, his heavy weight pressing down on her.

I don’t know who started it. It began with a light kiss on the forehead, then slid down to the tip of the nose, and finally found the soft lips. The two of them held each other and kissed and sucked each other with the utmost tenderness.

Song Xinya kept her eyes tightly closed, and the flush on her cheeks spread from point to surface, like red paint spreading on a snow-white paper, little by little.

Her slender neck tilted slightly upward, like a fish that was extremely thirsty and was receiving rain.

An off-key chant escaped from her rosy, moist lips.

On the other end of the camera, just as Qin Yuhe was about to fall asleep, he heard a strange sound.

Qin Yuhe is still in Shanghai, and Song Xinya is having a dream within a dream.

Qin Yuhe opened his eyes and saw a woman's emotionally charged expression on the large screen on the opposite wall.

He heard her seductive moans...

His wife had a wet dream...

He watched the entire process of his wife having a wet dream...