The viewers: [!!!!!!!]
[I saw him put his arm around his waist, right?! Aaaaaah, why did the screen suddenly go black?! Is watching a little more a crime?!]
[I'm losing it, losing it, losing it! Please let me see how the big shot held that little beauty by the waist!]
[They won't actually start fighting, will they? Sob, I really want to see how they fight, sob.]
[Are you sure you mean THAT kind of "fighting" and not the OTHER kind? Slurp, slurp.]
[A dirty mind makes everything dirty. Yes, I mean myself.]
While the viewers seethed and tore their hair out over yet another blackout, Quan Qin, president of Jiang Cong and Che Quan's ship fan club-or head shipper for short-was sleeping blissfully in her hospital bed.
On the damp bed, she had wrapped herself tightly in the Sleeping Bag Item she had bought at a steep price, looking like a loaf of bread.
As she slept, Quan Qin suddenly smacked her lips and babbled excitedly, "Kiss him! He kissed him! Aaaaaah!"
The viewers in Quan Qin's livestream:
[...]
[This woman! Truly the queen of shippers.]
[Poor girl doesn't even know her ship is having another intimate moment, sob.]
Meanwhile.
Feeling Jiang Cong suddenly press close, Che Quan's expression darkened, and he turned to drive an elbow into him.
But then Jiang Cong whispered gently in his ear, "I have a clue I'd like to trade with you. Want to hear it, Che Quan?"
Che Quan's arm stopped midair. He cast a suspicious glance at the handsome young man smiling politely behind him and said coldly, "Talk."
"So you mean you're open to a trade?"
Jiang Cong asked with a soft chuckle. Without waiting for Che Quan to answer, he laid out his terms. "Go on a date