The differences became significant, with some even brazenly sharing uncensored photos titled “Show Your Rich Assets Like a Beautiful Streamer.”
Even Yan Chuan and Evan, who had somewhat questionable habits, felt a bit embarrassed after spending so much time together.
While they were fairly serious in their own streaming rooms, with so many fans, why did their behavior turn so perverted when sending invitations?
Yan Chuan couldn’t understand.
Just as he was about to leave the backstage, another new invitation arrived.
This time, it was from a dealer on the platform.
Yan Chuan frowned and clicked on the other’s profile.
After some contemplation, he decided to check the profile first before reading the invitation details.
The person who sent the invitation went by the ID “Spade,” aptly named after a playing card, fitting well with the dealer identity described in the profile.
There weren’t many videos, and they mostly showcased underground casino scenes. The footage either showed a calm manipulation of the gambling games to emerge victorious or commentating from the sidelines.
“Spade” did not show his face, wearing a half mask with gold detailing that obscured half of his face, revealing only his clearly defined jawline and slightly upturned lips.
The outer corners of his eyes were slender and upturned, with a small heart tattooed just below his brow.
He rarely faced the camera directly; most of the videos captured him observing the gambling tables, effortlessly tossing cards with his long fingers as he secured victories.
He appeared to be quite a normal person.
Yan Chuan clicked into the invitation’s reason.
“On the x day of this month, live stream together at a private casino, location xxx.”
“Theme: Victory.”
Just two short sentences that simply outlined the time, place, and theme of the live stream, with nothing else specified.
This straightforward reason actually relieved Yan Chuan; it confirmed that the other person was genuine.
However, he had never participated in a gambling game himself, and he could barely play any games, so what could he possibly do during the live stream? Distribute cards clumsily?
He hesitated and sent a message.
The response came quickly.
Spade: “Do you agree to collaborate?”
Yan Chuan paused for a moment and politely explained, “I don’t know how to play cards and have never been to a casino; I’m afraid I might not be suitable.”
“No worries,” Spade replied with understanding, “I’ll teach you. It doesn’t matter if you’re not great at it.”
Yan Chuan thought for a moment, and then Spade added, “It’s just a live stream.”
He felt a little tempted.
Spade had quite a large following on the platform, with most praising his skills in gambling, asserting he never lost—his professional expertise seemed reliable.
In their chat, he was not very talkative, giving off a trustworthy impression.
Most importantly, live streaming gambling was quite novel; it could attract viewers using that gimmick.
Yan Chuan felt it was time to diversify his streaming content.
Though he was a cross-dressing streamer, he couldn’t keep repeating the same theme over and over.
So he agreed to collaborate with Spade, confirming that he would arrive at the agreed location on time.
Spade said he had no objections.
After returning to his newly rented apartment, Yan Chuan began cleaning.
The moving company had already delivered his few belongings, and the spacious apartment was equipped with basic furniture, requiring very few changes.
A simple cleaning would make it livable.
Yan Chuan was satisfied with the house and promptly paid for a quarter’s rent.
After sweating a bit while cleaning, he decided to take a shower, planning to start his live stream afterward.
However, just before the stream, he suddenly remembered he needed to send a photo to his agent.
The photo, meant for confirming the contract, obviously couldn’t have him wearing a mask, so Yan Chuan abandoned the idea of hiding his face.
He casually found a white wall and snapped a photo of himself in pajamas—still slightly damp from a fever.
After hitting send to his agent, Yan Chuan noticed a notification from his friend circle.
He clicked it open and found that Qi Yan had commented on a photo he posted yesterday.
“Very beautiful.”
Perhaps feeling that his comment was rather abrupt, he added, “Do you still have the leg ring? Can I buy it?”
Yan Chuan bit his lip.
His attitude was excellent and very polite… but the things he said always caught people by surprise.
Not to mention, the leg ring he had worn was still with Evan.
It was taken by the person who actually bought it, and it hadn’t been returned since that night off.
Yan Chuan asked about it, receiving a rather stiff response from Evan, who assured that he would buy him a new one.
In any case, the leg ring was definitely not coming back, let alone “selling it” to Qi Yan.
Ignoring the reddening of his earlobes, Yan Chuan privately sent an apologetic response to Qi Yan.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” Qi Yan replied quickly, politely asking, “What about the long socks? I’ve been looking forward to them for a long time.”
He also attached a photo, indicating that the outfit he had tailored for Yan Chuan would be ready soon and could be sent in a few days.
Yan Chuan: …
Alright, he hesitated, wanting to tell this wealthy patron that he didn’t need that many “clothes.”
The ones Evan generously sponsored him already remained unworn, let alone getting new pieces.
But the patron was very enthusiastic, so Yan Chuan could only respond to this gentleman with peculiar tastes, “Tomorrow.”
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