Pretty Wife Insists I Live Off Her - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Sister Has Seen Me Now Too.

Mo Yingxue’s gaze was fiery, making Yue Lei’s heart pound uncontrollably. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of strangeness and fear. Is my wife really like this? How is she completely different from the last life?

“What’s wrong?” Mo Yingxue noticed Yue Lei’s body growing stiff and hugged her tighter.

Yue Lei forced herself to calm down, pulling away from the intense atmosphere. She gently embraced Mo Yingxue, but the emotion in her eyes was obscure: “I think installing a camera is bad. It’s fortunate that I was the one staying there, and I didn’t do anything strange. You better not do this again in the future.”

However, Mo Yingxue wouldn’t let her drop the topic so easily. Feigning ignorance, she pressed: “Why is it bad? I want to see you, I want to hear your voice, I want to know what you do when you’re alone.”

This version of her was even less like her wife from the previous life. Yue Lei felt increasingly detached. She struggled to push Mo Yingxue away, covering her eyes with the back of her hand: “But we weren’t this close back then; you were offending me, infringing on my privacy.”

Her tightly locked brows, dodging gaze, and steps trying to escape all stung Mo Yingxue. Her eyes went cold. She clamped down on Yue Lei’s hand like a vise: “Knowing that I’ve had feelings for you since the moment we met, I thought you’d be happy.”

Yue Lei had always known her wife in the previous life was reserved and rarely vocalized her emotions. That wasn’t a big problem; she would infer love from the smallest details. She unilaterally believed that allowing her to sleep next to her was love, that eating together during holidays made her happy, and that her using the jewelry, cars, and bags Yue Lei bought was love. She had always thought her relationship with Mo Yingxue was one of love blossoming over time.

She had never imagined that, like this life, she would be taken home on the first day they met and spoiled to the point of never lifting a finger.

Yue Lei now truly felt surprised. She grabbed Mo Yingxue’s hand and asked with a dangerous, aggressive gaze: “Is that so? Why?”

In this life, Yue Lei had been playing the role of the agreeable, well-behaved young lady. This was the first time she had shown a glimpse of her lost control.

Mo Yingxue was nervous yet excited, her eyes falling to her slightly reddened wrist: “Yue Lei, you’re pinching me.”

“Sorry.” Yue Lei eased her grip slightly but pressed her body closer, forcing Mo Yingxue to answer. Her attitude remained firm. She stared into Mo Yingxue’s eyes, trying to see through the black pupils to figure out where things had gone wrong—how the Mo Yingxue she had pursued for so long in the last life could have fallen for her at first sight in this one.

Mo Yingxue knew she couldn’t evade the question. Her eyes flickered, and her voice choked with quiet sobs: “I don’t know why. I just wanted to see you, to know what you were doing, to be close to you. Is that so wrong? I’m sorry…”

The vulnerable state she was in was now a familiar sight. Yue Lei’s heart first twinged with pain, then filled with overwhelming sweetness and satisfaction.

“Xiao Xue, hearing you say that makes me so, so happy. Come on, let’s go talk in the bedroom.” Yue Lei lowered her head, intending to kiss her eyes, but Mo Yingxue turned away, letting the soft kiss land on her temple instead.

Seeing Mo Yingxue’s resistance, Yue Lei didn’t insist. Her hand slipped to her waist, and she scooped Mo Yingxue up in a bridal carry. The latter instinctively hooked her neck, but quickly let go when she remembered she was “busy being angry.”

When her wife didn’t cooperate in adjusting her posture, a bridal carry became difficult. But her body was so light that Yue Lei didn’t feel any strain holding her.

“I’m mad that you didn’t tell me there was a camera in the room. But I checked the angle, and it didn’t film the bed, so you still have a conscience,” Yue Lei said, feeling incredibly ashamed just thinking about it. Her face flushed hot.

Holding her wife made opening the door difficult, so she bent slightly to twist the handle with her elbow. “It’s not that I wouldn’t let you look at me. It’s just that if you had told me beforehand, I would have been mentally prepared and paid a little more attention under the camera.”

Mo Yingxue giggled. Finally cooperating, she hooked her neck, leaned into her ear, and laughed: “Were you going to remember to wear clothes before and after showering?”

Yue Lei’s bad habit had been pointed out by her wife many times in the previous life, but she never intended to change. She was proud of her figure and disliked feeling wet and restricted by clothes when she wasn’t fully air-dried after a shower. But this time, she truly regretted it.

Reaching the bed, Yue Lei set her wife down and lay beside her. She jutted her chin out, standing by her previous statement: “Exactly! If you had told me sooner, I definitely would have been more conscious of my image. It’s not just the nudity. It includes my daily struggle to choose an outfit—taking clothes off, putting clothes on, then taking them off again—throwing used tissues on the desk despite having a wastebasket, and the way I sprawled out on the chair! It’s fine to do these things in private, but it’s really embarrassing to do them where someone else can see!”

“Am I ‘someone else’?” Mo Yingxue raised an eyebrow, looking ready to argue again.

“Of course not!” Yue Lei quickly stole a kiss on her lips. “Now we’re close friends who can kiss and hug. If you looked, you looked. At most, I took a small loss. Who asked me to be a generous woman who believes a loss is a blessing?”

Mo Yingxue loved Yue Lei’s proud, arrogant demeanor. She also knew exactly what she wanted.

Under Yue Lei’s gaze, Mo Yingxue unbuttoned her shirt one by one, revealing her raven-black French half-cup bra. Her eyes dared not meet Yue Lei’s: “A good boss doesn’t let her employee take a loss. Let me show you too.”

“Is this appropriate? Shouldn’t we…” Yue Lei said, but her eyes were glued to the semi-spherical pale skin above the bra. Her wife was thin, and her size was normal. She remembered that in the previous life, she could cup one side with a single hand, and if she gently squeezed them together to form cleavage, she could pinch both points with one hand. Every time she did that, her wife seemed particularly pleased, her eyes would lose focus, and she’d want more.

Although they were living together this time, her wife was like the formidable Mrs. Maisel, who woke up before her husband to apply perfect makeup. Her wife always secretly changed her clothes when Yue Lei wasn’t looking, and the central air conditioning was set just right. They slept together in short sleeves and shorts pajamas, making it nearly impossible to see anything “R-rated.”

But now… she wanted it.

Sensing Yue Lei’s breathing grow ragged, Mo Yingxue pulled the scant fabric on her body down another centimeter, exposing even more skin, barely covering the red points. After baiting Yue Lei into speechless paralysis for a while, she chuckled softly and closed her shirt again: “Sister has seen me now too. We’re even.”

“How can we be even?” Yue Lei was going crazy from the stimulation. She leaned down, tightly hugging Mo Yingxue, rubbing against her hot neck and shoulder: “On the monitor, you saw all of me, wearing nothing, which is different from now. A good boss must satisfy all her employee’s needs and never hide anything.”

“But this is compensation for the part where I posed as your model, and we look at each other face-to-face while wearing underwear.” Mo Yingxue bit Yue Lei’s shoulder, forcibly separating them by a few inches. Her face was flushed: “What you saw on the monitor wasn’t this clear. That doesn’t count.”

Yue Lei saw her proud and frosty demeanor and knew she was out of luck today. She uncomfortably rubbed her legs together, staring at Mo Yingxue like a wolf. The desire that had been unexpectedly sparked couldn’t be satisfied, and she felt profoundly uncomfortable.

Yue Lei even considered asking her for help—just letting her look a little more—and abandoning all reason to masturbate right then and there… She was a very sensual person, and every time she gave Mo Yingxue pleasure, she didn’t neglect her own needs.

But if she did that, how terrible would she look in Mo Yingxue’s eyes… Yue Lei wasn’t sure if her wife’s affection this time was pure, merely admiration, or filled with desire. She didn’t want to take any risks.

Sighing deeply, Yue Lei climbed out of the cozy embrace: “Aunt Wang’s cooking is so delicious; I feel like I’ve gained weight recently. Xiao Xue, I’m going to the gym for a workout. Are you coming?”

Mo Yingxue paused. When she was unbuttoning her shirt, she had fully expected Yue Lei to be unable to resist and beg her for more. She always did that—expressing desire physically was Yue Lei’s nature. Mo Yingxue hadn’t decided whether to give in half-heartedly or pretend not to understand and continue playing with her. But Mo Yingxue hadn’t expected her to be so restrained, pulling away so quickly from the sticky, sweet yearning.

Amused, she hooked Yue Lei’s knee with her toe: “I’m not going, but Sister, there’s a camera in our home gym too, you know.”

Yue Lei froze completely, staring at Mo Yingxue in disbelief for several moments. The thought of potentially doing push-ups and squats, the associated movements being watched by Mo Yingxue, made her vehemently object.

Yue Lei opened the closet, found a conservative swimsuit, and walked toward the bathroom: “Forget it, I’m going swimming! The weather is nice today, and Aunt Wang cleaned the pool water!”

Mo Yingxue flipped over on the bed, changing from lying flat to lying on her stomach, and continued to laugh: “Sister, you’ve changed. You don’t even change clothes in front of me anymore.”

When they first started living together a few days ago, Yue Lei felt awkward but believed she was doing things openly and honestly. If she changed in the bathroom like Mo Yingxue, it would seem too deliberate, so she always changed quickly while sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to her wife. But now, knowing that Mo Yingxue not only wanted to kiss and hug her but might also harbor certain other intentions, Yue Lei couldn’t face her with the same openness.

So be it if it looks deliberate. She has to change in the bathroom! Not just today, but from now on!

It was almost the end of the month, and Mo Yingxue was entering her exam week, meaning they would soon be able to travel together.

Yue Lei, bored, logged onto Qingyin Live and suddenly saw that she was five hours short of her required streaming time for the month. She frowned, wondering what content to stream, and finally decided there was no time like the present; she would make up the time all at once today!

She first sent a message to Mo Yingxue.

Yue Lei: “Xiao Xue, I need to go out today to wrap up this month’s live stream content. I won’t be able to pick you up after school.”

The reply came quickly:

Xue: “Okay, I’ll come back by myself. Sister, what are you planning to stream today?”

Yue Lei: “The financial pressure isn’t as bad now, so I’ll just stream my daily life alone. Walking around, eating, and drinking. Oh, and I might need to borrow a car.”

Xue: “Sounds good. You know where the keys are.”