The voice was soft and slightly sticky, almost shyly asking if the other person thought of themselves as well.
“Yes,” Li nodded, wearing a cool expression, and said straightforwardly, “I’ve been thinking about you all the time, regardless of what I’m doing.”
His tone was calm but extraordinarily certain, as if he was about to present some evidence for his claim of “always thinking about you.”
Upon hearing this, the pretty little host’s cheeks grew even warmer, and she shyly turned her face slightly away.
He whispered, “Me too…”
“Little Bunny Sweetheart” didn’t have any special content in her evening livestream. The setting was a typical apartment, where she wore loungewear, chatting with the tall and cool man.
After finishing dinner, they both sat on the sofa, looking like a normal family enjoying their leisure time after a meal, leaning against each other while watching TV.
The beautiful little host was almost nestled into his arms, and the tall man wrapped a thin blanket around her, as if afraid she would catch a chill.
The movie they were watching was an ordinary art film, devoid of plot conflicts, with especially soft visual tones.
However, this scene was unusually captivating for some reason.
They interacted like a legitimate couple exceedingly familiar with each other, and the pretty little host found herself getting drowsy while watching the film, her head slowly nodding off.
The composed and cool man said nothing, yet his arm encircled her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder for a little nap.
When the little host drowsily woke up, the movie had already played halfway through; she hurriedly opened her eyes and mumbled, “How did I fall asleep? What part are we at…?”
But she heard the man’s deep voice, somewhat muffled.
“Just sleep.”
[Wife, don’t always act spoiled; if you do it again, I might really bleed.]
[Wuwuwu, I miss my wife too; I’ve been thinking about her all day at work.]
[What a direct wife! Is this the beautiful wife destined for me…?]
[I’ve saved this; my motivation for work lately is being able to see such a sweet wife when I get home!]
***
The livestream room opened up a new setting.
However, this was relative to the “one-month dating” host; Yan Chuan had previously collaborated with Heitao.
Not much, but enough for him to recognize that the latter had a rather quirky personality and preferences.
And today’s livestream… Yan Chuan stole another glance at the increasing barrage of comments in the livestream room and felt a bit flushed.
Among the voting results, he found Heitao’s to be the most absurd.
Equally quirky was not just Heitao; his livestream audience was also quite peculiar.
Yan Chuan reacted by—wearing a bit more clothing.
The outfit he wore was similar to a maid’s outfit, but he layered it with one layer inside and three outside, even using the matching headband as a proper accessory for his hair.
[Wuwuwu, did my wife choose the one we picked?]
[I want to see some gambling… I want to see the bad man be easy on my wife, but I also want to see my wife get bullied; I’m so wicked, haha.]
[What do I do? I’m already hooked! Wife, aren’t you going to do something about this?]
[Let’s have a rule where you take off a piece of clothing for every lost round!!! Please, wife, entertain this thought!]
“I’m here,” the beautiful little host said, standing in front of the gambling table, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke to the man’s back, “Shall we start now?”
The tall man turned around, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. His deep black eyes glanced through the gilded half-mask, revealing a hint of mirth.
“Hmm,” Heitao lightly tapped the table with his long fingers, “Shall we? What do you want to play?”
The pretty little host had no idea what to play, so she casually chose, “Let’s play poker… something simple.”
Poker games could vary in complexity.
Starting from comparing numbers, the rules range from simple to complicated, but there aren’t too many suitable for just two players.
The handsome tall man gentlemanly pulled out a chair for the pretty little host and eagerly shuffled the cards, calmly explaining the rules.
The beautiful little host drowsily stared at the cards slipping between his fingers, randomly choosing one of the gameplay options.
“Then, let’s go with this,” the man smiled, adjusting the edge of his mask while his voice held a playful tone, “Do you still remember how we play?”
Of course, she remembered… the voting outcome was “lose one round and take off one piece,” who wouldn’t remember…
The pretty little host lowered her eyelids, gripping the hem of her skirt and wrinkling the neatly pressed fabric slightly.
She whispered, “I remember…”
Cards were dealt into the beautiful little host’s hands.
She fumbled slightly and clumsily held the cards between her fingers, arranging them according to their values with utmost focus.
The man across from her appeared very relaxed, a subtle smile playing at his lips, casually glancing at his cards.
The gambling game was clear from the very beginning.
“I lost…” The beautiful little host looked at her poor hand and, of course, it might also be that she played it wrong, biting her lip and murmuring, “Another loss.”
The tall and handsome man nodded slightly, collecting the cards while watching her.
His gaze was intense, not quite intrusive, but the implication in his eyes was quite clear.
She needed to fulfill her promise.
With a willingness to bet, the beautiful little host had no choice but to purse her lips and unbutton the outer layer of her blouse with her fingertips.
Her delicate fingers trembled, and the thin layer slipped off.
In the last round, the beautiful little host had blushed but awkwardly unfastened her belt as if it was “clothing.”
“I’ll be careful in the next round,” not quite sure if she was explaining to the man across from her or the audience in the livestream room, she balled up the outer layer and placed it on her lap, “I won’t lose this time…”
The man across from her was confident and nodded slightly in agreement with the beautiful little host’s words, even smiling.
“I hope so.”
Unfortunately, the beautiful little host’s card skills and luck were far from good.
She was already unfamiliar with the rules, and now she had to compete with a professional, clearly setting herself up for failure.
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