A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

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The metal elevator doors slid open to both sides, releasing cool air from the car that mingled with the warm yellow lights of the corridor.

Qin Feng's investment of real money translated into tangible efficiency.

At the foot of Cangshan Mountain, the black card key to the panoramic starry sky suite on the top floor of this cloud-top guesthouse is resting steadily on a velvet tray held by the lobby manager.

The manager bent down at a 30-degree angle, handed the tray forward a little with both hands, and pulled a standard smile onto his lips.

"Mr. Chen, thank you for choosing us. Tonight is the peak weekend season, and only one penthouse suite remains."

Shen Qingci stood behind Chen Lang, the blush on her ears still fresh. When the word "room" reached her ears, her toes curled tightly in her shoes, and her head almost reached her chest.

The salty smell of the sea breeze, the barrage of "book a room" comments flying across the screen, mixed with Chen Lang's low, hoarse voice saying "I haven't paid my tuition yet," all turned into a burst of heat that shot straight to the top of my head.

The manager turned half his body to the side, making way for the double black walnut door behind him.

"A double suite with a private viewing terrace. The two beds in the room can be placed together or separated, depending on your needs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the live stream chat exploded.

[Here it comes! The classic old trick of a hotel having only one room left!]

[I know this trick! I used it to get my last girlfriend! I bribed the receptionist to say there was only one room left, and emphasized that it had two beds to put her at ease. Then, when the temperature dropped in the middle of the night, I could easily find an excuse to squeeze into one bed with her! Experienced guys know what I mean!]

[Holy crap, there's a Trump upstairs! Thanks to the commenter for sharing their experience, I've noted it down!]

[@IgnorantQinFeng: Stop playing dead, come out and claim your masterpiece!]

A barrage of comments featuring a level 75 Dark Gold Fortune Card forcefully dominated the screen.

[Qin Feng, the Unlearned and Incompetent: Hehehe! Master and Mistress, this is a match made in heaven! I, Qin Feng, am just going with the flow! A double suite, two beds, and we can even squeeze a bedside table in between—it's perfectly innocent! But if we have to share a bed in the middle of the night, that's a decision made internally by Master and Mistress, and has nothing to do with me! Meeting adjourned!]

Shen Qingci bit her lower lip, her fingertips twisting the hem of her clothes, a thin layer of pink rising on her neck.

One room key, two-person suite.

Chen Lang carried the paper bag containing women's clothing in one hand and picked up the black card from the tray with two fingers.

"lead the way."

The room card was swiped across the sensor area, and with a "click," the suite door popped open.

Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the dark blue outline of the Cangshan Mountains presses down on the starry sky.

In the center of the living room, two single beds covered with white down comforters are placed side by side, separated only by a walnut bedside table less than half a meter wide.

Shen Qingci stepped across the threshold, her gaze sweeping over the two beds. Her breath caught in her throat; they were too close. Even the rustling of the blankets against each other's ears could be heard if she turned over in bed at night.

The girl stood frozen in place, her long eyelashes trembling uneasily, her gaze wandering around, completely unsure where to look.

Chen Lang walked straight through the living room and stopped in front of the frosted glass door of the master bathroom.

He stuffed the paper bag into her arms, placed his large hand on the back of her neck, and gently pinched her cool skin with his fingertips, pushing her forward half a step.

"Go in."

Shen Qingci's back was taut and straight, and his nose almost hit the glass door.

Chen Lang leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying the salty taste of the sea breeze.

"Go wash off the fishy smell from your clothes."

He glanced at the camera lens of the floating sphere out of the corner of his eye, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Shen, you'd better hurry. Your dad's staring at the screen right now, it's like he wants to crawl through the internet cable and chop me up. I wouldn't dare actually touch you in front of him. I don't want tomorrow's headlines to be about a heartless streamer abducting a rich girl and being chased by his furious father-in-law with a big knife all night."

He released his grip, stepped back, took a long stride, and leaned back into the large leather sofa in the living room.

The live stream chat erupted in celebration once again.

[Hahaha, you must be sweating buckets, father-in-law! Brother Lang's prediction was in the atmosphere!]

[This explanation is brilliant! It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't dare! Brother Lang, have some decency!]

[@Hongyuan Building Materials Shen Jianguo: Thank you for still remembering me, your father.jpg]

Shen Jianguo: ... (Silently puts down his forty-meter-long broadsword, then orders an eighty-meter one)

Shen Qingci felt a fire burning in his ears, and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest.

She clutched the paper bag tightly, opened the bathroom door without a word, and went inside.

The door lock clicked shut.

Leaning against the door, his body slid down the cold tiles until he collapsed onto the ground.

The paper bag opened, revealing a beige pure cotton loungewear underneath.

She buried her face in her knees, her chest heaving, and an irrepressible smile curved her lips upward.

This person had paved the way for her entire escape route.

Outside.

Chen Lang leaned back on the sofa, his long legs casually crossed.

He brought up the control panel for the hovering ball, swiped his finger, and the camera was pointed at him.

The number of viewers in the live stream is stubbornly hovering around the 200,000 mark.

He glanced at the barrage of comments flying across the screen, casually tossed an apple from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, caught it, and took a bite. The flesh made a crisp sound.

"Shut up, all of you."

His voice was languid, and his narrow eyes gleamed with a cold light as he stared directly at the camera.

"The room was opened by my apprentice, and the people are under my supervision. They're people I protect. Anyone who spreads rumors or misinformation again will be permanently blacklisted. Got it?"

The barrage of comments paused for a moment, then erupted.

[Ahhh, a declaration of protecting his wife! The God of Pure Love collapses to the ground!]

[Got it! The safe zone is marked, Shen, go for it!]

[This pressure was so intense, it held me captive for thirty seconds! Brother Lang, you're so cool!]

The sound of water came from the bathroom.

Warm yellow light shone through the frosted glass, and slender silhouettes swayed in the mist.

Chen Lang didn't lift his eyelids, but gently pushed his fingertip across the control interface of the floating ball.

The camera silently shifted, fixing on the direction of the bathroom door, and incidentally captured the sofa cushion where Shen Qingci had just sat.

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

The steam, carrying the scent of citrus shower gel, filled the living room.

Shen Qingci was wearing loose, off-white loungewear, her long hair was haphazardly wrapped in a towel on top of her head, and water was dripping from the ends of her hair.

The heat steamed her cheeks, giving them a light blush, and her eyes were misty. Her usual aloof and distant demeanor was completely washed away, leaving only an unguarded languor.

Looking up, I was met with the dark, gaping lens of the suspended sphere.

Chen Lang leaned back on the sofa, taking the last bite of his apple, and stared at her with a leisurely air.

The bullet screen system paused for half a second, and then screenshots flooded the screen like an avalanche.

[This is irresistible! A fairy emerging from a bath!]

[The aloof academic genius instantly transforms into a soft and cuddly little bunny—this contrast is absolutely irresistible!]

Shen Qingci, do you even realize how many fouls you're committing?!

Shen Qingci stood still, the blush on her neck spreading all the way to her ears, her toes curling up inside her slippers.

She felt awkward retreating to the bathroom, yet she couldn't bring herself to move forward; she stiffly clutched the hem of her pajamas.

Chen Lang flicked his wrist, and the apple core traced an arc in the air before crashing into a trash can two meters away.

She stood up, walking over with the dampness from her shower in the guest bathroom.

He stopped by the coffee table, picked up the half-finished glass of warm water that Shen Qingci hadn't finished, twirled his fingertip along the glass halfway, aimed at the spot where she had left her lip print, tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and poured the water down his throat.

He put down the water glass, his large palm, still slightly damp, covered Shen Qingci's wet hair, ran his fingers through the wet hair, and ruffled it.

"Dry your hair, don't catch a cold."

He picked up the black silk robe from the sofa and turned to walk towards the guest bathroom on the other side.

"It's my turn."

The door was closed and locked from the inside.

Only Shen Qingci remained in the living room, her hair disheveled and wet, staring at the empty water glass on the coffee table, facing the barrage of comments that had already exploded on the screen.

He drank her leftover water?! An indirect kiss?!

[He even spun the cup halfway around looking for my lip print! This isn't drinking water, it's killing me!]

[A massive army of female fans has arrived! Shen, the school beauty, are you selling that water bottle? I'll offer 50,000! Let me experience the tension of Lang Ge's Adam's apple bobbing!]

[Draw your sword, you in front! I'll offer 100,000! And send it to me unopened via SF Express with insurance, including the condensation on Lang Ge's fingertips!]

Jealousy is making me want to tear my body apart! The way he tilted his head back to slurp water was absolutely killer! What did the water glass do wrong? Come at me if you dare!

[Lang Ci CP fans reporting for duty! I'll drink this bowl of dog food first, and I'll fight anyone who tries to throw it away!]

[Fellow shipper! I've saved every single screenshot of this glass of water to my encrypted album! This is a token of love officially recognized by the main ship, making you single-ship fans so envious!]

[Lang Ci's fan leader's online statement: This sweet treat today is absolutely locked up! Anyone who dares to say a bad word about it, I'll go down the internet and beat them to a pulp!]

[Shen Jianguo: ... (a string of bloody kitchen knife emojis)]

[Holy crap! Protect Brother Lang! His father-in-law is coming with a knife!]

[Mr. Shen, calm down! The deed is almost done; hurry up and pick an auspicious day to prepare for holding your grandson!]