Chapter 131
Chapter 131
-Aaaaaah, a love triangle! I love a good showdown!
-What showdown? That Ghost isn’t even qualified to be a side dish for the expert. He’ll be smashed to pieces in seconds, okay?
-The streamer is so hot. Licking the screen~
-Wait. Didn’t the commenter above say they didn’t like gays?
-Did I? I deny everything.
-I took a screenshot. (deluxe-face-slap-package.jpg)
-You can tell you haven’t been dead long. This ghost’s greatest feature is shamelessness. Hehe, I don’t even have a face for you to slap~
-…Are you the Faceless Ghost? Is that you? Is it, is it??
-The streamer’s face is killing me! Aaaaaah, I’m following!
-…Don’t change the subject. It is you!
-Hahaha, what’s wrong with everyone? Why are you always exposing people’s secret identities?
Being stared at this way was deeply uncomfortable. Qiao Yu took a helpless breath and asked, “Do you need something?”
The Ghost outside tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes webbed with red veins. “Still awake, Mr. Lou Yu?”
Was that not obvious?
As he spoke, the Ghost pushed the door wider, looking ready to settle in for an intimate midnight conversation.
“Mr. Lou Yu, you’re so beautiful…”
Beautiful, your mother!
Qiao Yu swore he had never been the target of such crazed obsession in his entire life.
Sneaking in during the middle of the night because it could not play fair… What a fucking pervert!
The disgust came with a lingering fear. Yet Shang Yan had lived under this kind of attention for more than twenty years…
Qiao Yu could not help looking back at him. Before pity even entered his eyes, the chain around Shang Yan’s wrist began stirring again.
“Mr. Lou Yu, may I come a little closer?”
Qiao Yu wondered whether dying really made a person fearless.
He watched the Ghost’s advancing leg nervously and, with remarkable foresight, shouted, “Wait, Shang Yan! I don’t know another Ren Yan!”
If this NPC died too, Qiao Yu truly had no idea where he would find another malicious ghost capable of temporarily resisting the Live Stream Room.
Shang Yan’s raised arm froze in midair. The next second, he turned his wrist, and the silver chain transformed into a white folding fan.
The fan snapped open. Its surface remained pure white, without calligraphy or painting.
With one light sweep of the fan, the Ghost who had just entered seemed to meet a Category Ten gale. It vanished with a whoosh.
Qiao Yu blinked and stared at the fan for several seconds. Then the bright-yellow jade pendant hanging from its handle stole his attention.
He shot up from the bed and involuntarily reached out to touch the cool jade. “Damn, is this an antique?”
It had to be worth a fortune!
Shang Yan sat against the headboard. His long lashes neither curled nor lifted, sharpening the slender line of his eyelids. When he looked at someone, his focus was nearly impossible to ignore.
But Qiao Yu’s entire attention rested on the valuable pendant. He stroked it lovingly, his behavior even more perverted than the Ghost’s had been.
Shang Yan curved his lips. His amber eyes flicked toward the red bridal robe that flashed past the doorway. His voice was lazy, mixed with a different kind of sensuality. “Like it?”
Qiao Yu nodded wildly.
Shang Yan’s gaze brushed lightly across Qiao Yu’s long, beautiful neck while his hands slowly untied the pendant and set it in Qiao Yu’s pale palm. Then he leaned into the hollow of Qiao Yu’s shoulder and whispered, “If you like it, take it. You have the right to do whatever you want with anything that belongs to me-including me…”
The faint breath beside his ear seemed to burn Qiao Yu. His hand trembled, and the pendant slipped from his fingers, falling under the pull of gravity.
Another hand caught it securely the next instant and placed it back in his palm. “Hold on to it. It won’t survive a fall.”
Qiao Yu closed his hand around the pendant. His gaze returned uncontrollably to the man before him.
One look nearly drowned him in the rippling depths of those amber eyes…
Qiao Yu suddenly understood. Shang Yan’s usual ability to flirt and withdraw as he pleased had always come from absurdly powerful self-control.
Deep down, Shang Yan’s possessiveness was more extreme than anyone’s.
The realization did not frighten Qiao Yu. Instead, adrenaline surged through him in a wave of excitement.
Yes… just like this.
Treasure me. Keep treasuring me forever.
Let me become fearless beneath the weight of your devotion.
Qiao Yu felt an urgent need to do something about this sudden exhilaration. He stood and reached out with a trembling hand, seized Shang Yan’s collar with force, and bent down to kiss him.
The abrupt movement knocked their teeth against his lip. Qiao Yu hissed in pain. His inexplicable thrill instantly lost half its health bar, and his endangered rationality finally returned.
He covered his mouth and accused with his eyes, “That hurt.”
Shang Yan froze, then laughed softly. He clasped the back of Qiao Yu’s retreating neck and stroked it twice in comfort. “Are you an idiot? You can’t even manage a kiss?”
Their positions reversed in an instant. Shang Yan pulled Qiao Yu down onto the thigh resting along the edge of the bed.
Then he lowered his head and gently bit the corner of Qiao Yu’s mouth. “Where did all your usual cleverness go?”
Qiao Yu whimpered and pressed his trembling lips together.
“Be good. Open your mouth.”
His raven-feather lashes fluttered rapidly. Only after a long pause did his lips part beneath Shang Yan’s darkened gaze.
Shang Yan swore under his breath, pulled him closer, and covered that softness once more.
An innately rebellious Qiao Yu becoming obedient could be the death of him.
-I’m a VIP! I love this! I’m losing my mind!
-Waaaah, I’m so jealous. The streamer’s mouth must be amazing to kiss.
-Account-ban warning for the commenter above.
-Aaaaaah, they’re kissing! (twisting, crawling, creak-creak.jpg)
-Can you shippers calm down? That twisting looks like a snake demon swallowed a rolling pin.
-I’m dying. They probably just possessed that body and haven’t adjusted yet.
-Question: I just possessed a body and accidentally died again. What do I do?
-What else? Hold a grand funeral.
-Makes sense. Come on, stop talking and eat. The funeral feast is pretty good this time.
-I don’t drink. I want to sit at the children’s table.
-Hahahahaha! Are you all doing stand-up comedy in this Live Stream Room?
After a long while, Qiao Yu’s body began sliding weakly downward. A long hand caught and pulled him back into Shang Yan’s arms. Panting instinctively, Qiao Yu stared ahead with unfocused black eyes. “Kiss me again.”
The hand around his waist abruptly tightened, only stopping when Qiao Yu cried out in pain.
“Are you sure?”
It was not that Shang Yan was unwilling. This was simply the wrong setting.
His amber eyes slowly shifted toward the female ghost nearby, his gaze dark and unreadable.
“What? Are you scared?”
Qiao Yu smiled as he challenged him. He had naturally noticed the female ghost too, yet he continued provoking Shang Yan’s self-control, already stretched to its limit.
It was as though he had discovered a new toy, something even… more thrilling than when they had first gotten together.
“Me? Scared?” A vein rose along the arm locked around his waist. Shang Yan narrowed his eyes at the reckless creature before him, his voice carrying lazy amusement. “Yes. I’m scared…”
Before Qiao Yu could smile in triumph, Shang Yan’s next airy sentence nearly made him bite off his own tongue.
“I’m scared you won’t be able to take it.”
This fucking bastard!