He held the water cup tightly, looking confused and surprised.
Was the video he watched on the platform really true?
[Why is mine still a mercenary…]
[It feels like a mix-up. No, I forgot my wife is still on a variety show; how could she meet a normal person…]
[Hmm… can it be understood as giving bounties to Yan Bao with hard-earned money? It’s crazy but very real.]
[He seems a bit familiar, is he the hooded man my wife met at the convenience store…? Don’t blame me if I’m mistaken (hands together).]
[A handsome face suddenly appeared terrifying; my wife should go back and stick with other benefactors, sob sob.]
Yan Chuan felt not just embarrassed but wanted to run away.
He knew that the world in the script would not be the same as the normal world; in this setting where live streaming reigned supreme, K City could hardly be called a harmonious and loving society. Otherwise, how could so many people flood into his live stream, showing an abnormal enthusiasm?
However, when he encountered the gray content in real life, he felt a bit scared.
He was just a poor little streamer; why did he have to face such terrifying things?
This person wouldn’t be planning to do something to him, would he?
Thinking of this, Yan Chuan shrank to one side, feeling as if he wanted to squeeze his whole self out of the sofa.
He was still dressed in a shirt and long pants, looking quite conservative. His shoulders trembled, and when he lowered his head, a section of his pale neck was revealed. His light-colored lips were pressed together, making him look like a poor little employee who had been caught in an unclear situation.
It was like being bullied by his boss at work, only to be bullied by an anonymous neighbor after hours.
“Don’t worry,” Li Ru explained, “my main activities are in L City, not here.”
Yan Chuan recalled what he remembered about L City from his unclear understanding of the script.
For some reason, in this setting with such advanced transportation, exchanges between people from the two cities were actually quite rare. Yan Chuan couldn’t even recall anything relevant.
He only knew that L City was different from K City; the people there were much more restrained, strictly following the rules.
Compared to K City, it was practically a stark contrast between extreme rule-abiding behavior and total denial of rules.
Since Li said so, Yan Chuan nodded, indicating that he understood.
He wanted to end this awkward meeting quickly but still wanted to ask one question before leaving.
It was about whether he could continue with his new task in the top three here.
That was the one that required him to “meet offline with the top one, two, and three and ask for their continuing investment.”
“You…” When it came to this topic, Yan Chuan hesitated, choosing a polite way to phrase it, “Why do you watch my live stream…”
His live stream didn’t really feature any interesting content; at most, he played some games poorly, and the main point of interest was that he was a cross-dressing little streamer. But he had never shown his face…
Did he fall for him just based on his eyes, directly donating to the top three?
Yan Chuan’s earlobes felt a bit hot, and he couldn’t help but clench his fingertips.
Li slightly nodded.
He was handsome, but his demeanor was exceptionally cold, making it hard to interact with him, as if he wouldn’t bother to engage with others.
Considering Li’s special identity, Yan Chuan found it even harder to understand how this person could watch his live streams every night and donate like the comments said, showering a pretty little streamer with financial support.
While Yan Chuan was lost in thought, Li gave him an answer.
“I found that I like you,” unexpectedly, his answer was very straightforward, “because I noticed you that’s why I donate in the live stream.”
Li leaned slightly closer to Yan Chuan, speaking those somewhat obsessed words with a cold expression, “You are as beautiful as I imagined.”
“Your eyes are bright, your skin is very pale, and your lips are very red and soft,” he almost leaned in close to Yan Chuan, their breaths intertwining: “Are they soft when kissed?”
The breath and heartbeat of a stranger was dangerously close, sending chills down Yan Chuan’s spine. He leaned back, wanting to distance himself from Li, but his back hit the soft sofa.
The sofa was so soft that when Yan Chuan leaned back, he almost sank into it completely.
His cheeks flushed red, and he instinctively shook his head, “I don’t know…”
Yan Chuan didn’t even comprehend what Li was saying.
He simply asked why Li was watching his live stream; he never expected him to directly ask if his lips were soft when kissed…
Like a weirdo, only thinking of “Are the lips soft?” and “Is it good to kiss?” when seeing a pretty little streamer.
Having been confessed to in nearly identical words twice in a day, Yan Chuan felt more shocked than shy.
Compared to his previous script’s concrete affair role, this script’s benefactor was even harder to comprehend.
Yan Chuan felt the urge to escape; as Li moved closer, he got so scared that he slammed his water cup down on the table and mumbled, “I have to go back,” before standing up to leave.
His back was flustered, fearing that Li might chase after him, leaving Li alone in the empty living room.
**Author’s Note**:
Yan Bao felt too much like: bewildered, flustered, and instantly wanting to escape.