That evening, Shen Ting set up his spare phone and had just started the livestream.
Tens of thousands of viewers instantly flooded in.
"Good evening, everyone. Have you had dinner?" Shen Ting smiled and waved at the camera.
[Tingbao, good evening.]
[It's starting, it's starting! It's finally starting!]
[The lovebirds are finally streaming. Everyone, charge!]
[The other stream is up too. I'm watching on two phones now, hehehe. Not missing either one.]
[This looks a bit like a bedroom. Is it Tingbao's bedroom?]
"It's Little Treasure's room." Yan Yi answered with a broad smile.
Seeing the smug smile on Yan Yi's face, Shen Ting couldn't resist making a fist and knocking on his rock-hard abs.
Feeling the movement against his stomach, Yan Yi smiled even wider.
"Little Treasure, we're live. Keep your hands to yourself. Let's wait until the stream ends." Yan Yi looked bashful.
Shen Ting's eyes widened in disbelief! Yan Cha-Cha! You really have this manipulative sweet act down to a T.
[Yan Yi, you're no longer the Yan Yi I used to know.]
[Is this the legendary "one face outside, another at home"?]
[He's left our Tingbao speechless, hahaha (〃'▽'〃)]
[Yan Yi, do you still remember the cold, aloof you who said he was scared of cows?]
[Why am I getting a whiff of something? And it's pure, authentic fake innocence.]
[Did cold boy turn into fake-innocent boy in a second?]
Downstairs in the living room, Shen Ting's mother, who was also watching the stream, excitedly pounded her husband's palm. "Aaaah!"
Shen Ting's father looked conflicted. Wasn't this moving a little too fast?
Next door at the Yan Family home, Yan Yi's parents were also secretly watching their son date. Seeing this, they silently raised their heads and exchanged a glance, the same flicker of unfamiliarity crossing