Qiyin’s tone was as if he had already become her little lover.
Yanchuan added, “Shall I send it back to you using the address you provided?”
“No,” Qiyin paused for a moment, seemingly considering his reasons for not accepting it. “No need to send it.”
He explained, “Alright, maybe my actions were a bit rude and startled you.”
“But I had no other intentions; I just feel that this style suits you very well.”
Yanchuan’s fingertips hesitated momentarily on the screen.
On the other side of the screen, a sharply dressed man with a handsome and deep face sat at a large solid wood desk. The cool blue glow from the computer screen highlighted his dark brows and lashes.
He sat tall, with one hand resting on the desk while the other lightly tapped on the surface, almost in rhythm, as if in a pleasant mood.
The office behind him was empty, and the assistant outside moved quietly, afraid of disturbing him.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a bright blue sky, almost within reach, with pedestrians on the ground appearing like black dots walking slowly by.
The person across from him seemed to be pondering, deleting and modifying a sentence for quite some time.
Despite his precious time, the man pushed aside the documents that needed to be handled and patiently waited for the other person to reply.
His long fingertips tapped on the screen; the chat background featured the beautiful little streamer with whom he was conversing.
Wearing a somewhat youthful sailor outfit, she kept her head down, her curled lashes drooping, looking a bit shy and appearing quite innocent.
However, the little streamer was indeed slouched in the wide chair, her small leg lifted, her finger resting on her slightly plump thigh, teasing the edge of her thin stockings as she peeled them down.
The thin stockings were taut, compressing her rounded calves, leaving a distinct ring of red marks at the base of her legs.
The timing was just right; the beautiful little streamer in the photo heard a sound in her earphones and looked up at the camera at that moment.
Her soft black hair fell down, and her bright, glossy eyes widened slightly, her expression one of panic as she looked outside the photo at the man.
It was as if she was gazing at him with those pitiful eyes.
He saved many screenshots from this livestream, each showing her delicate toes touching the floor, the hem of her skirt slightly lifted by her slender fingers, and even one where she adjusted her position in the chair, subtly revealing the hidden curve of her lower back.
Each one was meticulously saved, and he even printed some to stick on the wall of his bedroom.
Of course, no one knew this except for the man himself. After all, who would expect that someone who appeared to be such a serious social elite would keep so many pictures of beautiful little streamers?
Then Qiyin sent another message: “It was my oversight to make a request without introducing myself, and I forgot this might create psychological pressure for you.”
He sincerely reflected on it, choosing to voice chat: “I work in investment at XX Group, I’m twenty-eight years old, with a height of XXX, weight of XX, and my health report is normal; I have a habit of exercising.”
Then Qiyin provided a very detailed introduction about himself, covering everything from his work and studies to his taste preferences, sharing all of it with Yanchuan.
The goal seemed to be “to give the little streamer a basic understanding of him” so she wouldn’t be shocked by his previous impolite behavior.
Yanchuan looked at the long message in the chatbox: “Then why…”
Why would such a seemingly ordinary man, a high-ranking social elite, be interested in his leg stockings?
Especially for a female streamer actively engaging on the platform, even her face had not been completely revealed.
Was it really just for seeing him?
Yanchuan curled his fingers in disbelief, clearly unable to comprehend.
However, Qiyin gave him a definite answer, responding with unwavering certainty: “Yes.”
The other party self-deprecatingly remarked, “You must think I’m strange, falling for someone at first sight at my age.”
“Especially for a beautiful streamer who is much younger than me.”
“I’m not good at sweet-talking and probably can’t charm you like those younger men do,” Qiyin said with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, “Yet here I am, still acting impulsively, which has likely offended you.”
“Will you hate me for it?”
His deep voice, genuine and magnetic, resonated through the screen, making Yanchuan feel a bit ticklish, almost burying his head in his chest.
His cheeks burned, a rosy hue standing out against his fair skin.
“I won’t…” Yanchuan thought of Qiyin’s top-ranked status and the assistance he could provide in completing the tasks, shaking his head.
Qiyin smiled and continued to type.
“Then are you willing to accept my gift now?”
He patiently awaited the beautiful little streamer’s response.
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