He followed the instructions and opened the livestream.
He had planned to slack off and coast through three hours, but the viewer count passed a million in just two minutes.
Wen Yanyu: "..."
Wen Yanyu moved the books from the shelf onto the desk. After dropping his phone for the fourth time, he finally secured it on the desk.
Wen Yanyu replaced the office chair in the study with the soft chair in the corner and sat down at the desk. He ruffled his hair a couple of times and patted his cheeks to give them a healthy flush before appearing on camera.
"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Wen Yanyu. Welcome to my chatting-about-who-knows-what livestream, which might turn into an eating stream."
On the screen.
The youth sat beside the bookcase by the window. The warm sunlight outside shone in his eyes, his affectionate, peach-blossom eyes brimming with exhaustion. A red mole beneath the corner of his eye made his skin look all the more fair and tender, as though water might be squeezed from it.
The two locks of fringe near his ears swayed with his movements. In the warm light from the window, he somehow had the texture of an oil painting, beautiful and warm.
The livestream chat froze for a moment.
[Aaaah!! Baby!! Mwah mwah mwah!! Mwah mwah mwah! Gobble you up! Gobble you up!]
[Which genius designed baby's hairstyle?! Reward them! Reward them handsomely!!!]
[Damn it! Why does my Bunny Baby look thinner than he did on the variety show?! Bastards! Is his agency abusing my Bunny?!]
[Good heavens! Bunny Baby! You've really turned into a little bunny! I'm seeing an adorable black lop-eared rabbit. So sweet and soft. Mommy kisses! Mommy kisses! Mommy will kiss you to death!]
[Dreaming Ghost: If I could marry Bunny and