The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

"I was kissed?"

Was I kissed?

"You just kissed me, didn't you?"

Stimulating sensations can attack the nerves, causing a person to experience a momentary daze.

When Shang Qingya got home, she sat on the sofa and was still thinking about how she had just been kissed.

But she found she couldn't remember.

What did I feel at the time?

Why didn't I remember?

"I think I was kissed, right?"

Shang Qingya appeared to be lying on the sofa, muttering these words to the ceiling, but in reality, every single word reached Lu Yuan's ears.

Lu Yuan had just come out of the bathroom and was rubbing his head with a towel.

She ignored Shang Qingya.

Don't you know whether you kissed or not?

Little glutton.

If you want to lie to your family, just say so.

Shang Qingya heard the sound of the sliding door behind her.

Although he didn't turn around, he had already mentally assessed Lu Yuan's movements.

Lu Yuan must have heard her speak, so judging from his stride, he probably only needs five steps to get over.

She heard footsteps.

Silently recite the five steps in your heart.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5."

As she muttered the number 4, Shang Qingya closed her eyes.

When she read the number 5, Shang Qingya pouted.

But nothing happened at all. She opened her eyes and looked back, but there was no one behind her.

She got up and pushed open Lu Yuan's door, only to find that Lu Yuan was already asleep in bed.

"You...you were asleep?"

"Why don't you sleep at night?"

"Okay... alright."

Shang Qingya pouted and hesitated while gripping the doorknob.

Are you...are you sleepy?

I'm sleepy.

"Then I won't bother you anymore, I'm going to work."

Shang Qingya returned to her room with a flushed face, pressing her back against the door and breathing heavily.

In fact, the impact of that kiss on Shang Qingya was far greater than she had imagined.

Even during her imprisonment, she kissed Lu Yuan from head to toe.

Although the scale is large, the feeling is more like doing a task.

Shang Qingya went through with it on a whim.

This results in a final experience that is far inferior to a "kiss on the cheek" that can even be done outdoors.

The extreme sense of unreality made Shang Qingya feel a little creeped out when she thought about it.

"Time to get to work."

Shang Qingya patted her chest and said that she had actually been awake for 24 hours straight.

Lu Yuan also advised her to take a day off from broadcasting and get some rest.

But Shang Qingya did not agree, because people are lazy and if they stop broadcasting for one day, they want to stop for two days.

She has to keep working.

Hello, friends, it's nice to see you again.

Shang Qingya quickly changed into her cosplay outfit and sat in front of the camera.

That's one of the advantages of being a streamer; you can use the cosplay outfit even if you don't go to anime conventions.

After all, most of her cosplay outfits are in a Western fantasy style, even the Darius armor cloak is in a Western fantasy style.

Wearing it gives off a rather mystical vibe.

The live stream proceeded smoothly, and she now had a steady stream of fifty viewers online.

Don't underestimate these fifty people.

In fact, for such a niche category, fifty people consistently online is enough for her to earn money.

Because most of these are paying users, and they are repeat paying users.

As usual, she analyzed astrological charts and answered questions, but today there was an uninvited guest in the live stream.

An account with a string of letters as its ID kept asking, "Where is the streamer?"

Shang Qingya would certainly not reveal such personal privacy.

But she kept refreshing the screen.

So, in order to maintain the rhythm of the live stream, Shang Qingya kicked the account out.

A new account joined shortly afterward.

He came in without saying anything and immediately sent a rocket.

Shang Qingya had never received such a big gift before.

Quickly raise your head like a lucky cat to express your gratitude, and indicate that you can skip the queue to speak if you pay for such a large gift.

However, the other party rejected the request to go on stage during the live stream.

He slowly typed again in the public chat: "Where is the streamer?"

Shang Qingya was stunned, and instantly realized that this was the same person who had just been kicked.

"Because it involves the streamer's privacy, I cannot disclose it."

"How much money do I need to spend to find out the streamer's address?"

"Why don't you apply for a refund, and I'll return the gift to you?"

Shang Qingya was truly frightened now; she subconsciously felt that she was being watched.

When you're on the internet, you can meet all sorts of people.

Seeing that the other party was still spamming the chat, Shang Qingya simply kicked the alt account out of the chat again.

But as soon as you kick someone out, a new account comes in.

The atmosphere in the live stream was completely disrupted at that moment.

The public chat was filled with Shang Qingya's fans defending her and condemning this kind of behavior of prying into other people's privacy.

So Shang Qingya simply turned off the broadcast and left the live stream.

Scratching my head, I sat on the bed to sort out my thoughts. In fact, being a live streamer is a high-energy-output job.

It's actually quite tiring to broadcast a live stream.

In addition, this incident in the live broadcast room completely disrupted her normal rhythm.

This also resulted in her not being in a high mood.

So she scratched her head and walked out of the bedroom to prepare some late-night snacks.

But the moment she pushed open the door, she saw the kitchen light on and a back view that exuded a strong "husband's" aura.

"Weren't you asleep?"

Shang Qingya picked up her phone and glanced at the time.

An hour and a half has passed since Lu Yuan went to bed.

I'm hungry.

"oh."

Shang Qingya leaned closer, wanting to see what Lu Yuan had done.

Upon closer inspection, the pot contained only ten frozen dumplings.

"Why did you cook...?"

Shang Qingya stopped asking half of her question.

Cooking ten of them was definitely not for Lu Yuan to eat himself.

Because Lu Yuan has a large appetite, ten dumplings would definitely be too much for him.

Midnight hours flowed slowly, and warm light illuminated the small kitchen.

Lu Yuan didn't speak.

Shang Qingya was in low spirits and didn't want to talk.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Lu Yuan's waist and rested her head on Lu Yuan's neck.

The only sound was the boiling water.

Language is a bridge for communication, but sometimes people don't need to speak to each other.

Apart from air, dust, and steam rising from the boiling pot.

Some things will flow naturally.