The narrow waist was accentuated, slender and resilient, as if a man could easily wrap his arm around it.
Below were short shorts that seemed stinted in fabric. Long, straight legs were exposed, and the knees gently pressed together in modesty.
Even more striking was a short tail at the lower back, mimicking a rabbit’s tail, soft and white, provoking the urge to touch it.
“I’m ready,” said the slightly blushing bunny girl, tilting her head, her long lashes fluttering down as she whispered to everyone, “We can start now…”
Though the words were about beginning, his face was flushed, glowing pink, and his voice quavered.
He appeared both nervous and shy.
“It’s fine now,” Black Spade signaled Yanchuan to come closer and briefly introduced what he needed to do before commanding the staff to begin the live broadcast.
“Don’t be nervous,” Black Spade said softly, almost gently, as he stood close to Yanchuan. “If there’s anything you don’t understand, just look to me for cues.”
Yanchuan was busy learning the rules, nodding rapidly, completely oblivious to the astonished gazes around him. “I got it.”
Once preparations were complete, the live stream began.
Yanchuan and Black Spade’s broadcasting room was connected, and soon many viewers flooded in.
[I’m so jealous of my wife, does this mean she’s collaborating with other streamers today?]
[Ke Rabbit fans are crying, but thinking about how beautiful my wife is, it’s normal for her to have some fun with other men, sob sob sob.]
[This venue looks familiar; isn’t this the one where the streamer had a huge production but couldn’t invite anyone? And now she’s collaborating with my wife?]
[You don’t understand the charm of “Little Bunny Sweetheart”; even God Ke’s team members are bickering among themselves, let alone the men outside…]
The discussions began fervently, but when the camera shifted to the streamer at the poker table, it erupted into chaos.
[I can’t be seeing this wrong, can I? My wife is wearing a bunny outfit!]
[It’s all the fault of that bad man; my wife is so shy that she wouldn’t possibly wear something like this voluntarily—definitely forced her, sob sob sob! But that outfit is so white and pert; who was the shameless one to give her a tail!]
[Thank you for making my wife wear this, regardless of the reasons; I’m very satisfied watching it.]
[What just happened? I nearly fainted for a moment, and now I’m finally waking up.]
“Let’s start dealing the cards.” Yanchuan steadying himself, made a conscious effort to avoid the wildly flashing comments in the live stream.
The first game was a simple card game; Yanchuan only needed to deal the cards, as they were already shuffled and just served as props on the table.
Across from him sat a middle-aged man he didn’t know, likely a professional too, as he didn’t react much to the noise in the live stream.
Compared to his opponent, who was frowning in concentration, Black Spade seemed more at ease. He flipped the cards deftly, slightly raising one corner to check, before casually placing it down.
Yanchuan hadn’t seen such a gambling scene before, but he understood that it relied on skill and luck, along with a strong mental fortitude. Obviously, Black Spade excelled in these areas.
As the guest invited to play the role of croupier, Yanchuan watched, wide-eyed, as they revealed card after card, feeling a twinge of nervousness himself.
During discussions about the live content, Black Spade informed him that he also needed to participate. However, what kind of participation it would be was decided by either Yanchuan or the stream’s fans. Yanchuan glanced around the setup and thought it might be better to play the card game himself.
But he wasn’t good at it, so it probably wouldn’t be entertaining.
The middle-aged man aggressively played a strong hand right from the start, but Black Spade effortlessly countered his moves.
As time passed, the middle-aged man’s cards dwindled, and the sweat on his forehead increased.
Yanchuan couldn’t read the cards, but he could tell from the man’s expression that he was about to lose.
Sure enough, the man soon forced a smile as he revealed the remaining useless cards, pushing the golden chips over to Black Spade: “I lost.”
The first round came to an end.
As the dealer, Yanchuan lowered his head to collect the cards; for those further away, he had to bend down to reach them.
The live stream viewers witnessed the scene.
A slender and beautiful bunny girl croupier was bent over the table, her lower back forming a rather enticing curve. The snow-white tail perked up slightly, quivering with the effort of her actions.
The tail was both fluffy and soft, looking so real that one could almost feel its velvety texture just by touching it.
Seated casually beside her, a gambler in a mask that only revealed his lower face leaned in to whisper something.
This made the pretty little streamer laugh, a delicate smile curling her lips.
Black Spade’s hand rested on the table, appearing to encircle the slender waist of the gambler.
[I bet he definitely got a glimpse of my wife under her shorts.]
[Why isn’t she wearing a skirt? This makes it so inconvenient to bend down, ah ah ah.]
[Seriously, seeing him so pleased makes it obvious he just had a good time (black face).]
[If only I were the table, with my wife right beside me, sob sob sob.]
After a few rounds, Black Spade led Yanchuan to a different setup.
This wasn’t the original game; Yanchuan looked at the colorful balls on the table and the cue sticks standing beside them, glancing quizzically at Black Spade.
Was he supposed to play billiards? That didn’t seem like a skill he could learn on the fly.
Was he expected to try to make shots on the table, but end up missing every single one during the live broadcast?
“Snooker,” Black Spade said, lowering his voice as he picked a cue stick. “Have you played before?”
Yanchuan shook his head: “No.”
Black Spade adjusted the cue stick and positioned the balls as he explained the rules to Yanchuan.
After listening, Yanchuan asked, “For this round… do you want me to play?”
“Mm-hmm,” Black Spade replied affirmatively, “I’ll play against you.”
Yanchuan pursed his lips: “But I don’t know how to play this.”
Having to compete against Black Spade seemed like a guaranteed loss to him, especially since he didn’t even have a single chip to wager.