Chapter 245: No Look, No Loss
Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, then directly clicked open the hidden camera and opened the surveillance footage of the bathroom inside Room 204.
Peeking, for any normal human being, is an innate desire. Not only men, even women have it as well, just that the targets or purposes of peeking might be different.
For women, other people's little secrets, diaries, or some thoughts are definitely the first choice for peeking, while for men, beautiful women bathing, changing clothes, or others XXOO are definitely the top choices.
This innate desire has already been deeply imprinted into the soul of humans, a type of advanced primate. It's just that some people hide it well, and others show it without any concealment.
Those who hide it well are called gentlemen, and those who show it without hesitation are called perverts.
As for Zhang Yang, he prided himself as a gentleman-pervert. What does that mean? It means that when others don't know, he does it anyway. Yes, he's a pervert, but he still wants to save face.
As for what you call him, it doesn't matter. After all, you have no evidence. This is actually the mindset of most people—sneaky, so it's called peeking.
Just like when he previously peeked at Xia Weiwei changing clothes, Zhang Yang was now filled with undisguised desire for the scene he anticipated next. Even though no one else was beside him, his heartbeat still sped up slightly.
After all, Tang Qiqi was a top-tier beauty with 34C breasts, snow-white skin, and long, tight legs. Just the thought of it could cause endless fantasies, let alone if her naked, delicate body were fully displayed before his eyes.
The screen opened!
Fortunately, the camera had not been discovered by Tang Qiqi, because it wasn't an ordinary pinhole camera. It was hidden in a completely unexpected place—the bathroom heater. Its surface matched the reflective silver-white interior of the heater, and unless the heater was dismantled for inspection, it was impossible to notice. Installation was convenient too—less than ten minutes.
Tang Qiqi was originally locked on the third floor. When she moved from the third floor to the second, she naturally knew the room was full of surveillance. She had already found four of the six cameras hidden in the bedroom.
Being extremely alert, she naturally wouldn't overlook a sensitive place like the bathroom.
When Zhang Yang saw the footage, although he felt relieved at first, he also felt speechless, because Tang Qiqi seemed fully dressed—as if she had already bathed.
Zhang Yang felt disappointed, but behind the disappointment came confusion. Tang Qiqi's behavior was indeed strange. She had been inside for more than half an hour, fully clothed, yet hadn't come out.
The strangest part was that she had lowered the toilet lid, crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and sat quietly as if meditating.
Zhang Yang was speechless. What the hell? You're not even using the toilet, and you probably don't have constipation. Why are you meditating in there?
Zhang Yang was guessing her intention.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, like a hawk scanning the bathroom ceiling. For a moment, her gaze directly faced the camera, as if she had discovered Zhang Yang. It startled him so much that his body jerked back. Only when her suspicious gaze slowly moved away from the heater did Zhang Yang pat his chest and silently sigh in relief.
At this moment, her expression showed no sign of weakness or hunger. Her pretty face was frosty, her tightened skin carried a chill, and her eyes were razor-sharp, fully revealing her killer instincts.
So this was Tang Qiqi—the appearance she showed outside the bathroom was all an act. Good thing Zhang Yang had installed a camera; otherwise, she would've fooled him completely.
Zhang Yang lifted his hand and checked the time. Midnight.
It seemed the late night was when Tang Qiqi would finally begin her performance.
Zhang Yang propped his chin with interest, wanting to see what she was planning to do.
On the other side, after carefully checking the bathroom and finding nothing suspicious, Tang Qiqi finally slid off the toilet lid and hopped down.
Her movements were light as a swallow. Her heel tapped the edge of the bathtub, using it as leverage to step up onto the sink counter.
Zhang Yang was speechless. Was she trying to steal a bird's nest or something?
But then he understood. She wasn't just stealing a bird's nest. She moved her hands like sword flowers dancing, and within seconds, she had dismantled a large section of the bathroom ceiling.
Zhang Yang understood—there was a ventilation fan in the bathroom. She was probably trying to escape through it. Unfortunately for her, the ventilation fan had a steel-forged mesh; no matter how skilled she was, she couldn't get through.
As expected, after tinkering for a while, she withdrew with a frustrated expression and jumped back down.
Standing on the floor, she looked up at the ceiling, wiped her forehead, then noticed her messy appearance in the mirror. She stomped angrily, then climbed back up to reinstall the ceiling.
Then she ran back to her original spot, looked around, and muttered something. Since there was no microphone, Zhang Yang couldn't hear her, but based on her mouth shape, she was cursing.
"Bastard, what kind of steel mesh is this?"
After fixing the ceiling, she lowered her head to check the floor and noticed it was dirty. Thinking for a moment, she took the showerhead and washed the floor clean.
After all the fussing, she found that aside from getting herself filthy, she had achieved absolutely nothing.
"Damn it!" she muttered again. She raised her arm and checked it, frowned, opened the bathroom door, and Zhang Yang quickly switched the screen to the outside.
Only now did he notice she hadn't taken the underwear he bought for her. Holding the underwear in one hand, she walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and picked a not-too-revealing purple lace-trimmed short dress. Then her hand moved to the panties—looking between a thong and a nearly transparent pair—comparing for a long time while cursing nonstop.
After thinking for a long time, she finally chose the nearly transparent black panties and walked toward the bathroom with an expression full of helplessness and frustration.
"She's going to bathe?" Zhang Yang, who had been getting sleepy, instantly perked up and sat straight. This damn Tang Qiqi—she injured him, tricked him half the day, and even dismantled his ceiling. Peeking at her this once wouldn't be a loss.
Over there, thinking she had checked thoroughly, Tang Qiqi entered the bathroom and shut the door.
After entering, she placed her clothes on the rack, turned on the heater, washed the bathtub carefully with the showerhead, filled it with hot water, and without further suspicion, stood at the edge of the tub. She unzipped her black top, revealing a tight pink turtleneck underneath. Then she crossed her hands, grabbed the hem of the pink turtleneck, and pulled upward, stripping it to her neck.
Revealing the purple lace bra underneath—one he bought too small. Her pale breasts, originally squeezed together, burst free the moment she removed her shirt… "Bang"—half of each bouncing out. The sudden sight made Zhang Yang stare without blinking.
Tang Qiqi was indeed a killer—her movements swift and precise. In the blink of an eye, she had flung the bra away, exposing her unrestrained, trembling breasts. Zhang Yang's thighs tightened, his eyes widened into perfect circles. Even though he had just been with Gao Qi, the sight before him still ignited a fresh wave of desire. Tang Qiqi definitely had the goods.
She had thoroughly checked the bathroom, even dismantled the ceiling, finding nothing unusual. So she had no idea that a micro HD camera was aimed directly at her from above.
She quickly pulled down her jeans, lifted one foot, and grabbed the sides of the purple panties, preparing to remove them… but just as she bent forward, her cold eyes suddenly shifted, staring directly at the heater. Perhaps she saw something.
Through the HD camera, Zhang Yang felt as if she was staring straight into his eyes. That icy gaze cut him like a blade, making his heart tremble.
Crap, did she discover something?
The two stared at each other—for a full thirty seconds. Tang Qiqi remained bent over, her breasts hanging like upside-down bamboo shoots. Zhang Yang broke into a sweat, his heartbeat accelerating all over again.
This was way too stimulating—both thrilling and terrifying. On one hand, he could see the erotic scene before him, but on the other, he feared she might find the camera. Luckily, she found nothing. After staring for a moment, she slowly pulled down the panties completely, then stepped beneath the heater, leaving only her head visible to Zhang Yang. But at the moment she lifted her leg—just a brief flash—Zhang Yang clearly saw the scenery behind her black forest… endless pink. His lower body throbbed painfully as he desperately awaited what would happen next.
Tang Qiqi bent down and tested the water temperature with her hand. Zhang Yang clenched his fists, staring at her exposed white butt, his heartbeat once again speeding up. This damn woman was about to step straight into the tub, right?