TYMRHBDES Chapter 151

Pei Yu glanced again toward the storage box. Jiang Luoluo quickly raised his small hands to cover his eyes.

His soft hands and gentle tone carried a hint of coquettishness:

“Let’s go, Pei Yu~”

His light, warm breath brushed against the skin at his collar, causing Pei Yu to freeze.

How could he describe this feeling? It was like tiny ants crawling through his veins and bones, each carrying a burning torch. A tingling, numbing sensation spread through him, making his heart tremble.

How could a boy’s voice sound so enchanting?

His coquettish, reproachful tone nearly melted his heart.

If he were to add a sob to his voice, calling him “Pei Yu” in that sweet, pleading tone…

Pei Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He dared not let his thoughts wander further.

He croaked out a hoarse “Okay” and allowed Jiang Luoluo to push him out the door, all the while he insisted, “It’s getting late, Teacher Pei. You have filming tomorrow. You should get some rest.”

Even after settling into the car, Pei Yu couldn’t shake the image of their earlier encounter.

His chest burned with a feverish heat.

Pei Yu frowned—

* Why do I act so strangely around Jiang Luoluo?*

*I’m straight, aren’t I? It can’t be that I’m actually interested in him.*

It seemed the little fox spirit’s charms were truly irresistible.

Even to a male fox.

Pei Yu started the car, ready to leave, when he rested his arm on the window and glanced up at Jiang Luoluo’s floor. His thick, dark eyebrows arched slightly.

The livestream room was lit up. Was he streaming again?

Pei Yu paused, inexplicably pulling out his phone and searching for Jiang Luoluo’s name.

A livestream room popped up, and he clicked on it.

The same small face that had been acting coy with him just moments ago appeared on the screen. Long, thick lashes fluttered like tiny fans, and the slightly upturned corners of his eyes seemed meticulously painted with fine brushstrokes. His almond-shaped eyes, veiled in a misty haze, were focused on answering questions from the chat.

“What brand of false eyelashes do you use? I don’t use false eyelashes…”

As he spoke, he leaned closer to the screen.

His fair, delicate face suddenly filled the screen, the impact striking.

He rubbed his eyes, showing the fans in the livestream, “These are my own lashes.”

“What else can I do? Besides drinks, I can make desserts and some home-style dishes. If you’re interested, I’ll gradually share tutorials~”

As he spoke, the screen flooded with “Wife” comments.

Suddenly, a yacht appeared in the center of the screen, and the gift-giver sent a message:

“Wear a skirt.”

“Isn’t this just a ploy to get people to send gifts? All this flashy nonsense.”

“Wear a skirt, show some leg, and wag your tail at the screen. I’ll shower you with gifts.”

Jiang Luoluo paused, then realized it might be a former fan of the original owner of the account. He patiently explained, “I’m transitioning to being a food streamer now. Please don’t say things like that anymore.”

The user persisted, sending two more gifts.

“Is that enough?”

“Didn’t a 100-yuan gift used to make you wag your tail?”

“What’s this? Got too big for your britches now that you’re famous?”

“Wag it! I’ve got money to burn!”

The comment section erupted. Some supported Jiang Luoluo, while others seized the opportunity to stir up trouble:

“He’s already sent 200 yuan! Can’t even give him that much face?”

“Seriously? A little online fame and you think you’re worth something now?”

“Didn’t you used to love pushing boundaries? Now you’re acting all virtuous?”

“Probably just trying to tease us…”

On the phone screen, Jiang Luoluo’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Before he could respond, a series of Carnival gifts exploded across the screen.

The dazzling gift effects filled the screen, momentarily capturing Jiang Luoluo’s attention and completely obscuring the comment section.

When the wave of gifts subsided, the comment section was left in stunned silence.

“Holy shit! I’m not seeing things, am I?!”

“A full 188 Carnivals! That’s 560,000 yuan!!!”

“Dad! Look at me! Dad! I’m your son who’s been missing for 18 years!”

The person who had just sent 188 Carnivals in one go had a default profile picture and a nickname consisting of a single character: “Xi.”

They coldly and decisively typed:

“Make the drinks.”

Jiang Luoluo’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes sparkling.

The comment section erupted again:

“Damn! So cool!!”

“Waaah, is this the charm of the top-ranked big brother?!”

“Who could resist a food livestream worth 560,000 yuan~”

Meanwhile, the profile picture of the troublemaker who had been causing a ruckus suddenly went dark, and they vanished from the livestream in a panicked retreat.

Jiang Luoluo adjusted his phone’s angle, carefully arranging the ingredients on the table, and said cheerfully:

“Alright~ Let’s start today’s food tutorial~”

“Ta-da! Today we’re making the super trendy Tiramisu…”

The person on the screen wore a small, earnest face, their eyes brimming with a radiant smile that was both beautiful and captivating.

“I have to say, he looks so genuinely happy when explaining food!”

“I’d be happy doing what I love too, like watching our stunning wife right now~” “

Our wife is truly beautiful and virtuous! The thought of some lucky bastard getting him in the future makes my heart ache!”

“Wife!! Stuff yourself in my mouth!! Now!! !”

“Pathetic! You should spread cream and jam all over his body and let me lick it clean~ Slurp slurp~”

“Quick, delete that comment! We can’t risk our wife getting banned again!!!”

In the car, Pei Yu stared at the screen filled with “wife” comments and the occasional lewd remark, a sour feeling churning in his stomach.

* What nonsense about “wife”?*

*How dare they call him “wife”? He’s clearly—*

Realizing what he was thinking, Pei Yu spat out half a curse.

* How could he think like that?!*

*He’s a straight man. Isn’t it weird for a straight man to think this way…?*

Pei Yu frowned, about to roll up the car window and leave this place that had made him feel so strange.

He glanced up and noticed a heavily bundled man nearby, head bowed, sneaking into the building where Jiang Luoluo lived.

His hand twitched on the steering wheel. Pei Yu pushed open the car door, got out, and followed.

The livestream continued in full swing.

On the screen, a pair of slender, elegant hands held up a gold-rimmed plate, showcasing the cross-section of a tiramisu.

The vibrant colors of dark blueberries and red strawberries, mixed with rich fruit jam, were mouthwatering. Beneath lay layers of creamy cheese and delicate ladyfingers, their rich texture palpable even through the screen.

“I made this yesterday and chilled it overnight. You can try it yourself when you’re bored! It’s best to use pasteurized eggs. You can soak the ladyfingers in milk or coffee liqueur, depending on your preference…”

Two sharp knocks interrupted Jiang Luoluo’s words.

Jiang Luoluo perked up his ears as another urgent knock sounded at the door, as if the person outside was in a hurry.

“Just a moment, everyone! It might be a neighbor or someone from the building management,” he said, setting down the tiramisu slice he was holding and heading toward the door.

He peered through the peephole, but it seemed to be blocked by something.

“Who is it?” he called out.

The person outside didn’t respond, continuing to pound on the door with frantic urgency.

Worried that the person might be in trouble, Jiang Luoluo grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open.

But as soon as he cracked it open a sliver, the entire door was violently shoved inward. A gloved hand seized his arm, and a masked figure with leering eyes scanned him up and down.

“Not bad-looking for a streamer, huh?” the figure sneered.

Jiang Luoluo tried to push the person away, but his wrist was instantly grabbed.

“Help!” he cried out in panic as the figure shoved him roughly into the apartment.

What’s going on? Did the streamer just yell for help?

Is he in danger?

“Should we call the police?”

“But we don’t even know what city the streamer is in. How can we report it?”

“Maybe we misheard? Let’s listen again.”

As comments flooded the chat, Jiang Luoluo’s mouth was already being covered.

His captor, with rough hands pressed against his face, silenced his cries for help.

The stench from those hands made Jiang Luoluo want to vomit, tears welling in his eyes.

The man dragged him toward the door, intent on closing it.

Seizing the moment of distraction, Jiang Luoluo bit his hand. The man yelped in pain and raised his hand to strike him.

Jiang Luoluo recoiled in terror, stumbling backward and losing his balance. Mid-fall, a steady arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him upright.

The man steadied him, then delivered a swift, brutal kick…

***

Twenty minutes later.

Jiang Luoluo stared at the man sprawled on the floor, his face beaten into a swollen, unrecognizable mess. After a moment of hesitation, he asked uncertainly, “Are you sure we can call the police? Will they arrest him instead of us?”

The man on the floor groaned, clutching his head and shifting weakly, leaving a smear of blood on the white tiles.

The man standing beside him said coolly, “Call the police.”

“Okay,” Jiang Luoluo replied obediently, reaching for his phone. He patted his pockets, but it wasn’t there. Then he remembered he was using it for the livestream.

He hurried to the small room to retrieve his phone. The comments were scrolling so fast he could barely read them.

—” What’s with all the wailing? What’s even being streamed?”

—”Believe it or not, this is supposed to be a food livestream…”

—”No way! This has to be a publicity stunt, right?!”

—”These influencers will do anything for clout these days. Are they staging this themselves now?!”

—”Wait… doesn’t that voice sound familiar?”

—” That deep, sultry voice is unmistakable!”

—”Holy shit! I didn’t dare say it! That voice really sounds like our Brother Pei!”

—”Best Actor Pei Yu? I’ve watched his movies with the original audio—it does sound like him!”

—”No way! This streamer is gay! Brother Pei avoids gay people like the plague!”