Keri is such a tall person. Although his main job is playing games and staring at a screen every day, he pays great attention to exercising, and his muscle lines are very defined.
His teammates are also impressively built; for some reason, each of them is tall and strong.
As for Yan Chuan, he is just a poor little streamer who gets so flustered when surrounded by others that he doesn’t even know where to run.
Still, today’s meeting ended up being fruitful.
Yesterday, he met Li. Although it was quite sudden, Li took the initiative to reveal who he was, and Yan Chuan saw a one-third increase in one of his task metrics.
That probably means he completed one-third of it.
Yan Chuan has no idea why the third-ranked person was “willingly continuing to donate” to his live stream yesterday.
He accidentally dropped a piece of embarrassing clothing in front of Li, and despite feeling embarrassed, he panicked and ran away from Li’s place, performing poorly.
He still heard Li asking him if he ran away because he was “soft-spoken.”
Yan Chuan touched his cheek, still feeling a lingering warmth there.
He thinks there might be an issue with the third-ranked person himself.
All in all, today’s meeting with Keri was successful, so the task could make some progress.
Now only the top-ranked Qi Yan remains.
However, Yan Chuan still doesn’t know how to contact Qi Yan.
To be honest, he is a bit afraid of this person.
Evan hasn’t arrived yet, so Yan Chuan used the glass window at the base of the building, which is bright enough to serve as a mirror, to look at himself.
The window faintly reflected a slender figure.
Yan Chuan pursed his lips, frowning slightly in frustration.
He feels a bit strange about this.
Qi Yan is a mysterious person, and even after exchanging contacts with him, he doesn’t bombard him with messages like Keri does. Instead, he politely initiates a chat from the other side of the screen.
Although asking for socks in the comments and sending “clothes” isn’t exactly polite…
Yan Chuan’s overall impression of Qi Yan is that of a serious man who rarely smiles, a person of high status.
He even told Yan Chuan his identity.
In his mind, Yan Chuan sketched a rough image of Qi Yan.
Not good at communicating—silent and assertive; few hobbies—he seems to be quite interested in Yan Chuan’s live stream for a short time; possesses some assets—very wealthy, as such people frequently throw large amounts of currency around in the scripts.
In any case, Qi Yan is not someone Yan Chuan is familiar with; he even finds him a bit frightening.
After all, receiving a package containing clothing entirely in his size is a little unsettling, despite Qi Yan explaining that he only estimated the sizes.
If Qi Yan hadn’t explained, Yan Chuan might have really thought he had used some shady methods, like tracking him.
Thus, he decided to leave the task related to Qi Yan for last.
Yan Chuan pursed his lips.
“Here,” Evan stopped in front of him, rolling down the car window to reveal his familiar handsome face. “Have you been waiting long?”
Yan Chuan shook his head. “No.”
Evan opened the car door for him, and Yan Chuan slid into the passenger seat.
He doesn’t like having anyone else around when he’s with Yan Chuan; it ruins the atmosphere of their “date.”
Although others might see their relationship as more of a sugar daddy-sugar baby scenario.
He even refused to accept the card Yan Chuan offered him, preferring to live in a low-quality place instead.
Waiting for the red light, Evan caught a glimpse of splendidly pale skin under Yan Chuan’s dress. His tone became a bit hoarse: “Why are you wearing this today?”
He remembered Yan Chuan had worn a rather inconspicuous shirt and long pants during lunch. What made him change his clothes after going to watch a match?
Moreover, Yan Chuan rarely wore dresses in front of him.
He hadn’t seen Yan Chuan wear this outfit he gifted him.
Yan Chuan casually explained, “I accidentally stained my clothes on the way back, so I changed.”
Is that so?
Evan frowned slightly, clearly skeptical.
But he remembered that Yan Chuan didn’t like to attract attention. Wearing something like this outside, just with a mask on, didn’t he fear many people staring at him?
A beautiful worker in a dress, revealing long, slender legs beneath the short hem, even the joints tinted lightly pink, would surely catch a lot of attention.
With his hair slightly shortened, revealing a smooth forehead, Yan Chuan’s pretty face was captivating, even when expressionless.
Perhaps some ill-intentioned men would approach and try to flatter him, ultimately looking to obtain his contact information.
Just thinking about it made Evan feel angry.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Then why wear this… you’ve never worn it in front of me.”
Yet he managed to exercise some restraint, aware that Yan Chuan is shy, and his voice lowered for the last part.
In less than a month, Evan’s role before Yan Chuan had shifted from “a boss with unusual fetishes” to “an annoying man who bothers him every day,” so he dared not dig deeper.
The former could still use his status to intimidate, while the latter had completely become an annoying guy.
Yan Chuan slightly frowned, genuinely unable to catch what Evan said afterward.
But judging by Evan’s expression, it didn’t seem like a big deal.
So he said, “Because there are no other clothes in my wardrobe; they’re all your gifts.”
Yan Chuan’s expression was calm, his dark eyelashes casting small shadows against his fair cheek.
Is that all?
Evan sensed a hint of displeasure on the young worker’s face and quickly reassured him, “I mean no offense; I just asked because I hadn’t seen you wear it before.”
He felt guilty, “I’ll have someone bring over other clothes right away; if you don’t like this, we won’t wear it.”
Yan Chuan responded with a slight nod, turning his face to gaze outside.
From Evan’s perspective, he could only see a section of pale neck and the somewhat desolate curve of Yan Chuan’s profile.
[Yan Chuan, wearing clothes gifted by his boss to meet another man, how scandalous!]
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