The fingertips of the beauty rested on the man’s forearm, emphasizing the stark contrast between them.
Feeling the cool touch, the man, whose expression was serious and stoic, finally shifted his gaze away from the screen and spoke the first line of the live broadcast.
“What do you want?”
[Ahhh! What are you waiting for!]
[Why are you asking? If you keep asking, you won’t have a wife (grim face)]
[What else can we do… next moment I’ll put on the eco-friendly hat for you]
[Who chose the “Beautiful Anchor VS Cold CEO” office seduction scene? I’m really angry! Can we have something more direct!]
[Just a side note, is this person going insane?]
Yan Chuan blinked. He was still sitting on Evan’s lap, his legs swinging slightly because they couldn’t touch the ground. Through a thin layer of clothing, he could clearly feel the other person’s somewhat elevated body temperature.
In fact, stepping on Evan’s shoes just now was because… Yan Chuan had almost lost his balance, and as he leaned on him for support, he accidentally stepped on his feet. The reason he lost balance was due to Evan shifting suddenly.
Yan Chuan glanced at Evan again. The man, who was being used as a cushion, had a stiff expression with his lips turned downwards. He frowned at the screen, looking troubled by work. But Yan Chuan knew it wasn’t just about work; it was for something else entirely.
“I want you to keep me company…” Yan Chuan’s tone carried a hint of vague complaint, but his voice was soft and sounded almost like he was coquettishly whining: “I’m so bored here…”
In the subtle moments unseen in the live stream, Evan clenched the mouse in his palm, the veins in his wrist clearly visible. His voice also had a slightly hoarse quality, as if he was trying to endure something, yet he said something entirely different.
“Why are you bored,” Evan said with a stern face, “didn’t you say you wanted to keep me company while I work?”
The man’s voice sounded somewhat displeased, but the beautiful little anchor was unfazed by his cold demeanor, simply pouting his lips in an innocent expression.
“But I don’t understand your work,” he leaned closer to him, shaking his arm: “Can you explain it to me?”
They were already so close; now the beautiful little anchor actively wrapped his arms around the man’s, almost enveloping himself in the other’s embrace. The tall and strong man completely pulled the beautiful little anchor into his arms.
“Alright,” the man, who seemed immersed in work, finally realized he might have neglected him, and his expression softened slightly: “I’ll explain it to you.”
The beautiful little anchor nodded obediently. The man didn’t mind the closeness, wrapping his arms around him while pointing at the screen to explain bit by bit. He spoke remarkably attentively and even paused to ask if Yan Chuan understood.
The beautiful little anchor nodded obediently, his expression both serious and compliant. The man didn’t feel disturbed from his work; he quietly explained while holding the beautiful little anchor.
Eventually, when discussing a certain issue, he pointed at the screen and asked, “Do you remember this?”
It was something he had reiterated before.
“I don’t remember,” the beautiful little anchor blinked innocently, his long eyelashes fluttering down, seemingly unaware he was distracted: “I was just dazing off.”
The man’s expression was difficult to read, but his words clearly paused, as if he was slightly angry.
The beautiful little anchor pursed his lips and laughed softly: “Please don’t be angry…”
He suddenly straightened up, his delicate arms wrapping around the man’s neck, and pecked him on the chin.
The man stiffened, and the beautiful little anchor babbled: “I just wanted to talk to you more; you weren’t paying attention to me earlier.”
Before the man, taken by surprise by the unexpected kiss, could respond, the beautiful little anchor blinked: “Alright, you continue working.”
After saying this, he withdrew his hand and resumed his sitting position, his wrist awkwardly placed on his own knee.
It was as if the recent coquetry and kiss were mere illusions.
Indeed, the man’s face turned more rigid.
[Laughing to death, if you don’t speak, your wife won’t pay attention to you.]
[Be grateful; your wife even kissed you. Don’t be too greedy.]
[Alright, I said he’s holding back something; turns out he was waiting for his wife to initiate the kiss.]
[By the way, the wife’s lips look so red and soft; can’t a non-boyfriend steal a kiss?]
Yan Chuan was unaware of the live chat’s reactions and returned to his usual posture after saying that.
To be fair, sitting on someone else’s lap wasn’t very comfortable. Yan Chuan didn’t know how Evan was built, but his muscles were hard, and even through clothing, it felt a bit uncomfortable.
There were also some unavoidable subtle reactions. Upon realizing what was happening, Yan Chuan felt his face flush.
Moreover, they had to enact the “Beautiful Subordinate VS Cold Boss” script, which was the option favored by the viewers in the live room.
For reasons unknown, the viewers had a penchant for his active demeanor; the high-polling options were mostly along the lines of “Initiating a kiss with the ‘boyfriend'” or “Caught by the boyfriend while communicating with a secret lover,” which were quite embarrassing situations.
In summary, after the voting results, Yan Chuan’s role became “Beautiful Subordinate,” needing to actively get close to someone who seemed rather indifferent as a boss. Correspondingly, Evan, as the “Cold Boss,” was expected to exhibit minimal reaction.
When Yan Chuan informed Evan about the voting results, he was somewhat incredulous, looking as if he couldn’t quite accept the premise.
He briefly explained to Evan that during the live show, it wasn’t necessary for Evan to react too much; it was better if he didn’t move at all and just waited for him to start the conversation.
Yan Chuan believed Evan would be pleased with such a simple character portrayal, especially since he hadn’t previously engaged with anything related to the live stream; an uncomplicated task was certainly a good thing.
However, Evan’s reaction… seemed to suggest otherwise, as he asked Yan Chuan if he truly shouldn’t do anything else, inquiring about what others had received instead.