“A-Ahem…” Xiang Yi coughed from shock as she turned around immediately to cover the camera for Shi Sui. “Uhm, you didn’t catch anything, right…”
Li Jianyu couldn’t contain his laughter. “We caught it.”
“It was just a few seconds, the netizens couldn’t have caught it, right?” The girl’s eyes closed in despair, feeling distressed. She felt as if she had wronged her Zaizai.
Unknown to the public, the man had been putting on his shirt before opening the door. Hearing her voice, the corners of his lips twitched as he casually tossed the shirt aside.
The comments:
— [Sister Yi, we saw everything. Everything!]
— [Nice job, Little Vase! Keep working hard next time!]
— [I finally understand the charisma of a mature man. Those hips, those abs… Oh oh oh, this cannot be compared to any little fresh meat*!]
“Uhm, how about we turn off the stream for now and everyone can take a break.” Li Jianyu could see the girl’s ears were flushed a blood red and was worried that if they continued, the netizens would talk nonsense again.
Eheh. But daddy Shi’s physique really is…
Criminally offensive ?
Amid the wailing complaints of the netizens, the stream was turned off.
All the staff went off to take a break as well.
“Senior, my apologies, I didn’t do it on purpose…” Xiang Yi lightly explained, nervous to the point of not knowing where to place her hands. One second she was picking at her fingers, and the next second, she was pulling at her shirt. “I just came to ask you what you want to eat…”
“So it’s like that.” The man languidly drawled out his speech, as if he was laughing lightly. In a deeper tone, he asked, “I can ask for anything I want?”
Xiang Yi: “Mhmm…”
She wanted to compensate him, and upon hearing his request, she wanted to arrange the entire Manchu-han imperial feast for him.
“Then… Bunbun?”
“Eh?!”
As he had wished, the pale white ears of the girl soon became red, as if dyed in bright crimson.
Shi Sui smiled deeper as he rattled off a series of dishes. “Spicy rabbit heads? Numb and spicy? Rabbit stew? Can you do it?”
Xiang Yi: “I can make it, but… Senior, didn’t you say you can’t have spicy food?”
As if pricked by a word, Shi Sui raised his eyebrow. “I can.”
“Oh… Then we can do numb and spicy rabbit. We can’t eat that much anyway, so I’ll make a mild one and a hot one.” As she finished, Xiang Yi was eager to head for the kitchen when she felt a large hand hook onto her collar…
Subconsciously she was ready to body slam the person, but once her brain registered that it was Shi Sui, Xiang Yi retracted her hand and turned around in confusion.
Suddenly, she was faced with Shi Sui’s mysterious eyes.
The man’s hair had been brushed up, revealing a pair of profound eyebrows. He had beautiful peach blossom eyes that were curved inward and tilted outwards, with eyelashes even longer than those of a girl. When he smiled, it looked compassionate and attractive.
Xiang Yi avoided looking below his collarbone as much as possible, but their height difference was quite evident. She was forced to raise her small face upward, and she bit her lips instinctively.
“Your mic fell.” Shi Sui’s voice was gentle as it mingled in the air almost imperceptibly.
His slender fingertips rearranged Xiang Yi’s microphone, carefully organizing the cables.
The distance between them shortened, so much that Xiang Yi could feel the moisture that perspired from his body.
She felt inexplicably stuffy.
She turned her gaze, trying to avoid his eyes. “….Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Then I’m going to cook…” Xiang Yi felt it was more polite to speak to him face to face, but she didn’t realize Shi Sui had lowered his head. Following her movements, her lips lightly brushed his thin and distinct collarbones.
The girl went stiff.
A messy and unexpected flirtatious air suddenly spread throughout the room.
*Translator’s note: ‘Little fresh meat’ is the term used to describe young or young looking idols who look very ‘fresh’ and baby like.
