Since they already had footage of Shen Yanci cooking, the outdoor livestream cameras were switched off, and the feed moved indoors.
There were cameras in both the villa's entryway and living room, recording Song Yunxing's every move.
The lights were on. His neatly combed silver hair had been mussed into a complete mess, and he sat on the little living room sofa, muttering to himself.
"No way. The atmosphere must've just been too intimate!"
"Should I go to the hospital to get my heart rate checked? Am I sick?"
"But he... didn't even kiss me!"
As though recalling what had happened a little earlier, his cheeks slowly flushed red, and he flopped facedown onto the sofa.
The fans watching the livestream were practically dying of laughter.
[So that's what he's disappointed about!]
[Xingxing! Why do you sound so regretful?]
[I thought they were going to kiss too, but it was just a fake-out. All they did was hug.]
[I think Shen actually wanted to. His Adam's apple kept bobbing. He probably held himself back.]
"Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it..."
He abruptly rolled over, opened a short-video app, and lay there scrolling on his phone.
Knock, knock- Someone suddenly knocked at the door.
He got up, took off his headset mic, and headed for the front door.
A woman of average height stood outside, wearing a production crew ID badge around her neck.
"Mr. Song, are you here alone?"
"Yeah." He nodded, his gaze falling on the tray in her hands.
"Oh, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Thanks for all your hard work today. The directors arranged some food for you. Here, have something to eat." The woman handed him the tray.
He glanced at her ID badge. The photo on it matched her face.
"Okay,