Before he could even say “sorry,” Yan Chuan sensed a light squeeze on the short rabbit tail connected to the hem of his clothes.
It wasn’t just a gentle squeeze, but rather a broad hand grasping it and kneading it with a teasing motion. The movement was discreet yet bold, as if playfully caressing the poor rabbit’s small tail, which was quite amusing.
Yan Chuan’s shoulders went stiff.
Even though the tail was fake and attached to his outfit, the slightest movement from the other party made him feel it vividly. The feeling of being tugged and kneaded turned increasingly inappropriate.
“You…” Unable to hold back, Yan Chuan quietly murmured, slightly annoyed and embarrassed, “What are you doing?”
His mood was mostly frustration; his cheeks felt hot, showing a clear flush of pink.
The sensation of being in front of the pool table, having his tail pinched, was quite unpleasant—especially since he was wearing this outfit that left his shoulders exposed, revealing a lot of skin. Meanwhile, the other party was comfortably dressed in full attire, not a bit of skin exposed.
It felt as if he were the one being indecent.
Thinking of the instigator who had made him wear this outfit, Yan Chuan shot him a reproachful glance, filled with embarrassment and anger.
“Sorry,” Black Spade said, letting go of the slightly tousled rabbit tail and straightening it out. His voice was low, almost mischievous, “The tail is really cute; I just couldn’t resist a few touches.”
Yan Chuan felt his face grow even hotter upon hearing that. Before he could chastise him for thinking it’s polite to touch just because he found it cute, Black Spade continued, “This outfit suits you. You look even more like a little rabbit in it.”
Then Black Spade asked, “What about the socks? Aren’t you going to wear them? I thought you’d like them.”
They were too close, their actions too intimate. It had been a while since they’d discussed the game, and sharp-eyed viewers had already noticed something was off.
Now, with the pretty little streamer’s cheeks flushed pink, turning away from the man holding him, and Black Spade wearing a smile, there was certainly something happening between them—like how the little rabbit dealer was being inappropriately grabbed by someone with ill intentions, causing a disruption in his work.
Although the viewers couldn’t hear their conversation, it didn’t stop them from speculating about what was going on.
[I bet he just touched the little rabbit’s tail!]
[Too much! Taking advantage of the moment when no other man is around!]
[Little tail, hee hee little tail, I want to squeeze it too!]
[There are always bad men who misuse their power.]
Yet, Yan Chuan couldn’t see the swirling messages on the screen. He just hung his head low, unsure how to respond to Black Spade’s question.
His earlobes were red, and his neck also flushed, whether from shyness or heat, he couldn’t tell.
As for the socks Black Spade mentioned… he truly wasn’t into that kind of thing!
Yan Chuan denied it in his heart, but then he recalled mentioning the condition of wearing sailor-style socks during a stream, leaving him speechless as he couldn’t refute it.
Flashes of moments from the stream danced before his eyes—Yan Chuan confirmed that Black Spade had definitely watched his stream thoroughly.
From behind the screen, Black Spade had seen him hesitantly telling the viewers about the matching skirt and socks just before signing off, carefully answering questions as he donned the outfit.
There was the stealthy livestream in Evan’s house when asked why he was wearing a maid outfit at his boss’s place, and the time he and Core’s team were live streaming, blushing as the audience cheered for him.
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together, feeling his face flush even more.
Black Spade even mentioned Yan Chuan’s livestream ID.
He said his ID was “Little Rabbit Sweetheart,” and it suited him with the rabbit tail. Then he inquired why he wasn’t wearing the matching socks.
Yan Chuan didn’t know how to respond.
His face flushed, staring down at the polished floor.
Black Spade was still waiting for his answer, his focused gaze almost tangible.
Yan Chuan had no choice but to muster the courage to speak.
“Because it’s a bit hot…” he scrambled for an excuse, “It feels tight, and I don’t want to wear that anymore.”
“Is that so?” Black Spade raised an eyebrow, not displeased by his excuse. In fact, he said, “Then I’ll find more for you next time, so you can try them all.”
More for the next time?
Yan Chuan immediately shook his head. “No, no.”
He really didn’t want to continue wearing this kind of outfit…
Turning his face away, he clumsily changed the subject, “Let’s continue.”
Black Spade nodded.
Having been momentarily distracted, Yan Chuan found himself completely enclosed by Black Spade.
The tall man embraced the pretty streamer in the rabbit costume, their shoulders pressed together, warmly affectionate, his hand clasping Yan Chuan’s small wrist.
[He pinched Yan Bao’s tail! Hmph, I’ve been watching closely; he definitely touched it more than once!]
[Tonight’s dream material is my wife in a rabbit costume; I hope it’s a good dream.]
[Poor wife, how can any bad man just take her completely captive? In this scenario, she’s forced to appear continually in front of so many men.]
[OMG, the second person to touch Yan Bao’s tail!]
“Do you see the red ball?” Black Spade gripped Yan Chuan’s small arm, directing the cue stick towards the red ball, “Hit it.”
Yan Chuan didn’t know how to control the force needed, but Black Spade held his wrist, guiding his hand on the cue stick, essentially making the shot himself.
The cue struck the ball, sending the red sphere wobbling across the smooth table until it collided with the arranged colored balls at the back.
Yan Chuan blinked.