Yanchuan attributed this to a normal state before the competition. He removed his mask and greeted Curry, “I’m the streamer ‘Little Rabbit Sweetheart.’ Can I go in now?” He smiled politely at Curry.
Curry had been preparing since noon, first requesting his agent to reserve a seat as close as possible and then worrying that he might get distracted during the competition for various reasons. He called his agent back and forth, changing his mind countless times until the agent finally gave him a front-row seat.
He had to relent, waiting for the beautiful little streamer to message him before preparing, his fingers hovering over the chat box. Curry didn’t know ‘Little Rabbit Sweetheart’s’ real name, so he shamelessly saved her contact with the last two digits of her ID and pinned it, ensuring that he could reply to her messages as soon as she sent them.
He felt acutely what it meant to be an anxious “dog licker.” Usually commanding in games and a popular streamer with many fans, he found himself troubled over whether to send a message, when to send it, and how to phrase it.
In recent days, Curry had spent more time staring at the screen than at his computer. The beautiful little streamer, on the other hand, didn’t have much time to respond during the day, busy with work, only managing to message him during her lunch break to discuss where to go after the competition.
Most of the time, the little streamer agreed with his suggestions and didn’t express much opinion, yet Curry felt increasingly anxious. He only knew she was a part-time streamer, busy with her daytime job, and that her boss sometimes made her work overtime on her days off; he was unaware of anything beyond that.
Not knowing her real name and having chatted for so long without discovering her preferences, they had only managed to awkwardly draw lots to decide who would carry the beautiful little streamer to victory a few times.
Curry was consumed by his feelings, but the beautiful little streamer revealed nothing about her life outside of streaming. He could only endure the ridicule from Lian Zhan, who mocked him for engaging in an unrealistic online romance or for being in unrequited love.
The once-dominating streamer in games had become a confused, anxious person before entering this online relationship. When the beautiful little streamer sent a photo, he saved it, obsessively staring at her legs for hours. He spent so long revising messages before sending them, and even after sending, he checked the chat window countless times for a reply.
He had completely morphed into the shape of a dog licker, only daring to show his affection in hidden ways. Although the news had spread within the training base that he was a dog licker before the beautiful little streamer, Curry had also felt annoyed at times.
As he modified his message countless times, enduring ridicule from Lian Zhan and his friends, he paused, taking a minute to ponder whether this was worth it. After all, she had blocked him. Why was he still putting himself out there for embarrassment?
Yet, a minute later, he resumed his normal demeanor and entered the live stream room, capturing several more screenshots to save. Overall, while the beautiful little streamer remained unaware, he continuously fluctuated between being a “humble dog licker” and an “aggressive dog licker.”
But when it was finally time to meet the beautiful little streamer, Curry’s heart raced anxiously. He compulsively fiddled with his hair, feeling that the color faded from the dye he had done just a month ago; his hair was now a patchwork of black and white, forcing him to touch up the color.
He also felt his outfit was problematic, worried a spike in his eyebrow piercing would look too rebellious and might scare off the delicate-looking little streamer. After rummaging through his wardrobe, he finally managed to put together a suitable outfit.
When it was time to meet, Curry received a message from the beautiful little streamer. He instantly replied, “I’ll come down to pick you up right now.”
Curry mechanically descended the stairs, not even watching where he was going, his eyes glued to the screen, awaiting a response. His nervousness lasted until the moment they met because the beautiful little streamer removed her mask in front of him.
“Hello,” came a soft voice next to his ear. The beautiful little streamer, slightly shorter than him, pursed her lips into a small smile, “I’m ‘Little Rabbit Sweetheart.'”
He knew that the little streamer was beautiful and had mentally prepared for it, but he didn’t expect her to look this stunning.
Curry’s mind went blank. How could anyone look this way?
Her glossy black hair fell, slightly curled at the ends, resting on her pristine white shirt. Her cheeks were snow-white, her features soft—every inch was just perfect. Her brows were delicate, her lashes thick, and her nose had a charming little curve. Her eyes sparkled as though they contained a deep lake of water.
Her lips were a pale rose color, soft and luscious, and her lip’s shape was petite and plump, looking very kissable.
Curry towered over her, and every time he looked down, he could see the beautiful little streamer’s long, straight legs beneath her skirt.
She looked up at him, brow furrowed, confused and hesitant, and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
【Fool!】
【Another one who can’t handle Yai Bao’s beauty, drag him away, he’s hopeless.】
【Well, if I saw my wife in real life, I’d definitely be reduced to a puddle.】
【I feel like he’s being too assertive in front of his wife. I’d like to see something more dominant, like a mature man who could cradle his wife in his arms.】
【Does this count as NTR literature? Like, can a wife be with a bad man, but I enjoy watching her with someone else?】
Yanchuan extended his hand, hesitatingly waving it in front of Curry, “What’s wrong?”
Curry took a while to regain his senses, his handsome face turning bright red, and he stammered, “N-no, I’m fine…”
He coughed twice, trying to change the subject to alleviate his awkwardness, “Let me take you up; I’ve reserved a seat for you.”
Though Yanchuan was confused inside, he nodded, “Okay… but are you really okay?”