In summary, Yan Chuan was forced to accept the items that Qi Yan sent over and brought them home.
As he walked into the elevator and saw others, he suddenly became aware of the situation. Wait, how did he end up nodding and agreeing, dazed by just a few words from Qi Yan?
Yan Chuan touched his still flushed cheeks and bit his lower lip. How could he have forgotten the purpose of his message?
“What floor?” A slightly cold voice echoed in the cramped elevator.
Yan Chuan turned to see a handsome, icy face. Even on a hot day, he wore a hoodie, tall in stature, with words that sounded like they carried ice crystals.
His tone was frosty, yet his hand reached for the button, as if seeing Yan Chuan struggling with the items, he wanted to help him press the button for the floor.
“Sixth floor,” Yan Chuan revealed half of his pale face from behind the large package, “Thank you.”
The cool guy nodded slightly and pressed the button for the sixth floor.
As the elevator doors opened, Yan Chuan intended to step out but noticed the person behind him was also exiting.
Was it his neighbor?
Yan Chuan followed behind, watching him walk past.
The cold, aloof guy stopped in front of a door two units down from Yan Chuan’s, preparing to open it.
Yan Chuan cautiously walked by, cradling his package.
“The box has come undone,” the cool guy suddenly said.
Yan Chuan instinctively looked at him.
The cool guy opened the door but didn’t enter. He hesitated at the entrance, as if waiting for something.
Yan Chuan regarded him with a confused expression.
“I mean,” the cool guy pressed his hand against the door, looking down with an expressionless face, “your clothes have fallen out.”
Yan Chuan glanced down with a sinking feeling and saw that the box had become compressed and had spilled its contents, revealing clothes that had slipped out.
A thin, white spaghetti strap top was dangling from the open package.
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Yan Chuan’s face instantly turned red.
Staring at the cool guy’s indifferent gaze, he wanted to reach out and pull the clothing strap back inside but found his hands wouldn’t move. He could only lower his head, his face flushed.
Clutching the opened package, his fingertips trembled nervously.
The delicate white straps dangled in the air, the fabric so thin it looked almost transparent, glinting with a hint of pearl white under the light.
It seemed far from the type of clothes someone like him should wear.
The air turned silent for a moment.
Yan Chuan’s mind went blank, his eyes wide open.
He had encountered many things today, starting with the strange emotions behind sending Qi Yan his worn thigh-high stockings, then dealing with Evan at the company.
After work, he received the package from Qi Yan, opening it to find that kind of clothing and jewelry, and he was also forced to listen to Qi Yan speak to him for a while, his voice coaxing.
Yan Chuan felt tense; while packing the box, he accidentally damaged one, but the damage was subtle, buried under other items.
Consequently, when he reached the elevator, he was so dizzy that he didn’t realize the package was slightly damaged, and neatly folded clothes were spilling out.
This led to the current embarrassing situation in front of a stranger, during the ride from the first to the sixth floor, with the thin strap hanging down all this time.
Yan Chuan stood in front of him, and it was possible the stranger had already seen everything in the package.
The exposed strap indicated its style, meaning the others surely weren’t any standard clothing either.
Feeling the weight of being labeled inappropriate, Yan Chuan’s earlobes felt hot, and his delicate, pearly earlobes were flushed under his dark hair, red as if they’d bleed.
His face was small, with gentle and refined features. Long, dark lashes drooped down, hiding his eyes. His lips, pale pink and tightly pressed together, were small yet full.
He was very nervous, his fair cheeks flushed pink, both pale and rosy.
His light pink fingertips clutched the package, his fingers turning white from the strain.
He looked so anxious, entirely unlike someone who would wear such clothes.
Feeling a bit afraid when spotted by a stranger, he stood frozen.
The cool guy, Leighton, suddenly reached out, helping him fold the clothes neatly and stuff them back into the box.
“All done,” the cool guy said calmly. “It’s all put away now.”
Yan Chuan squeezed the package even tighter.
“Thank you…”
He tensed his shoulders, struggling to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. As he brushed against the wall, intending to return to his own home, he heard the cool guy speak again.
“You are…” The cool, aloof guy scrutinized him with keen focus, pronouncing each word carefully: “The streamer ‘Little Rabbit Sweetheart’ on the platform?”
Yan Chuan’s lips parted slightly, revealing a look of being caught.
?
How could someone recognize him just because he moved? Did this mean he wasn’t playing his character well?
Yan Chuan quickly shook his head, staring firmly at the ground and whispering, “No… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“But still, thank you…”
He clutched the package and hastily moved forward, planning to open the door and close it all in one go, but the cool guy leaned in to block him.
One of his arms extended across Yan Chuan’s way, forcing him to lift his head to look at him.
This person was significantly taller, with a straight posture that made Yan Chuan have to look up slightly.
He abruptly pressed himself between the wall and Yan Chuan, the poor little streamer holding the package trapped in the corner.
“You are him,” the cool guy asserted, looking calmly into Yan Chuan’s eyes — using those eyes to ascertain his identity: “Your eyes are exactly the same.”
Yan Chuan began to regret forgetting his glasses when he went out.
He lowered his gaze, his long lashes trembling nervously, and continued to deny, “No… what are you talking about?”
The cool guy chuckled softly, his lips curving into a smile, delivering an even more shocking revelation: “I’m the third top fan in your stream.”
Yan Chuan: “… Huh?!”
Upon hearing this, he raised his head, staring incredulously at the person in front of him.