Yan Chuan could only curl up as much as possible, taking up a tiny space while sitting on Qi Yan’s lap. The other person was dressed neatly, looking sharp, and saying serious things. Yet, Yan Chuan was only wearing a thin dress which did little to cover him and was utterly pitiful.
The warmth from Qi Yan and the coarse fabric of his clothes were omnipresent, making Yan Chuan feel overwhelmed in his mind, unable to focus on anything else.
“Did you understand?” Qi Yan suddenly stopped and asked him.
Yan Chuan instinctively nodded. After that, he realized he had indeed lost focus and hesitantly shook his head.
Qi Yan frowned like a teacher who just caught a student daydreaming, asking, “What were you thinking about just now?”
Yan Chuan bit his lip.
Qi Yan adjusted his position, now sitting sideways on him, which put him at an angle to see the man’s sleek side profile.
It felt like an intense gaze was upon him, and with a stiff demeanor, Yan Chuan quietly replied, “I was thinking you’re so hot…”
The dress was so thin that it offered no real coverage. As he sat down, it rolled up a bit, and his calf brushed against Qi Yan’s pants, soft skin touching the fabric. Qi Yan’s arm wrapped around his waist, providing a significant presence.
Although the dress covered his upper body, it didn’t do much; the soft skin felt slightly sore from the friction.
And it was still hot.
Qi Yan didn’t expect him to answer like that and let out a low chuckle.
Yan Chuan noted that Qi Yan seemed a bit embarrassed and turned his face away.
Then, a question popped into his head, the very one he had wanted to ask earlier about the whereabouts of his thin stockings.
“My… um…” Yan Chuan felt a bit shy and vaguely indicated, “Are they with you?”
Could it be that he had been carrying around the very pair he wore?
Qi Yan understood what he was referring to.
He casually reached into his pocket and touched the item inside, confirming, “I’ve had them with me this whole time.”
Qi Yan smiled, showing no hesitation in his humor. He said, “Since you sent them over.”
Yan Chuan’s face grew even redder.
He stuttered, “Is that so…”
It really was as strange as he thought—this kind of thing being carried around.
“I’ve kept everything you’ve given me with me,” Yan Chuan’s inquiry sparked a new thought for Qi Yan, “What about the things I sent you? Are you wearing them?”
Qi Yan’s heavy gaze lingered on Yan Chuan’s pretty little face, which wore a puzzled expression.
“No…” Yan Chuan honestly shook his head.
Not to mention those were clothes Qi Yan had sent him; he had never even met this person at that time, and there was nothing inside that could be worn.
Was he supposed to sneakily wear them, hiding them beneath more appropriate clothing?
Yan Chuan gained a new understanding of Qi Yan’s oddities.
How could he think that others shared his strange habits?
He lowered his head, looking at his pure white dress, unsure of what to say.
“Then I’ll wait for you to wear them for me,” Qi Yan smiled at him, showing no signs of displeasure.
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Chapter 51, Crossdressing Streamer 18
Yan Chuan returned home with a flushed face.
He was forced to listen as Qi Yan explained the details of the contract, including some very technical terms that he didn’t want to hear, yet they echoed around him. The man was not shy at all, holding him in his arms like he was a doll. Yan Chuan felt that his discomfort was evident on his face, while Qi Yan remained unfazed.
It seemed like only he was affected by this situation.
As they finally left, Qi Yan asked if he had worn the clothes he had sent.
Yan Chuan couldn’t bear to say what was in the package.
Qi Yan casually inquired why he hadn’t worn them, assuming he didn’t like the styles he had chosen.
His skin was thick, never mentioning what exactly he had picked.
Yan Chuan couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or angry, so he turned away and told Qi Yan that he didn’t like any of them.
In the end, Qi Yan remained calm and good-natured, making him feel like he was the one being unreasonable.
Once outside the building, Yan Chuan could only be relieved that he had completed this ridiculous task assigned by the script and wouldn’t need to see Qi Yan any longer.
If he had to see this person again… Yan Chuan felt like he couldn’t maintain his composure.
Though the script was not filled with ghosts, the oddities were much scarier than ghosts.
Not to mention, if Yan Chuan counted, he had encountered Evan, Qi Yan, Li… none of them were proper people.
No respectable person would have any shameful habits, specifically targeting him, this pitiful small streamer.
Kerry could be somewhat more respectable, but Yan Chuan always felt like he was dealing with a script about “online dating revealing true love,” so straightforward was he.
Not only would he drag him into games during the streams, but he also had to subtly mention who he was teaming up with. After a few days, Yan Chuan was forced to listen to everyone’s backstories in their team.
It made him feel uneasy every time he connected with others; his mind would wander.
Though Yan Chuan also heard Kerry’s past that was full of self-important delusions—like how he argued with his family and starved himself for the chance to become a pro, the funny incidents that occurred in the training base.
When Kerry shared such quirky tales, it seemed a bit mysterious, making Yan Chuan feel awkward with each of them.
On the other hand, it seemed like the escape variety show had no intention of assigning more tasks to Yan Chuan. So, his tasks were left to the main storyline task of “becoming the most popular streamer on the platform” and task three of “participating in the ‘January Love Streaming Event’ and achieving first place.”
Yan Chuan was uncertain about how to measure “most popular” in the main task—perhaps it was about follower count and views? Regardless, completing the third task would definitely benefit the main line task.