The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

After the live broadcast ended on time, Song Jiu said goodbye to his fans, turned off the camera, and cooked some lotus seed and white fungus soup to relieve the heat while making dinner.

It was my first time cooking and I didn’t control the amount well, so the whole pot of Tremella soup might have gone moldy and I couldn’t finish it.

Song Jiu brought some to Aunt Liu and other neighbors next door. After walking around, there was still half a pot of lotus seed and white fungus soup left. It was still too much. He definitely couldn't finish it, but he couldn't waste food.

What should I do? Song Jiu stood at the door holding the rice cooker. He accidentally glanced at the room number opposite and had an idea in his mind.

I knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response from inside. Could it be that my brother was out and not at home?

"Brother, are you home? I cooked some lotus seed and white fungus soup, but I couldn't finish it, so I wanted to bring some to you. It's very refreshing."

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I really can't finish it. Brother, just open the door if you're home."

Song Jiu continued to knock on the door without giving up. His legs were paralyzed and he was in a wheelchair. He seldom went out, so he was basically at home. I just don't know why there was no response.

"...Brother, if it's inconvenient for you, I'll put it at the door first and you can come later..." Finally, when he spoke for the third time, the iron gate opened from the inside.

The lights were off and the living room was pitch black. The dim light from the corridor shone obliquely on the pair of legs in casual pants in the wheelchair. The man's superior face was hidden in the darkness and was blurry.

"Brother, I'll give you some of the lotus seed and white fungus soup I cooked. Please help me. I really can't finish it by myself."

Song Jiu bent his knees and half-knelt, then begged with his eyes level, shaking the Tremella soup in his hand, which looked colorful and appetizing under the light.

The man didn't say anything, and Song Jiu didn't feel awkward. He bit his lip and leaned closer to him with a frown: "The lotus seed and white fungus soup I cooked is sweet but not greasy. It's good for your health in summer."

"Really? I'm not lying to you. Don't worry, there's nothing strange in here."

In order to be more convincing, Song Jiu took half a bowl from the pot, drank some with a spoon, and then scooped another spoonful of Tremella soup and handed it to the other party.

"Try it." He didn't notice anything was wrong and tried to blink his eyes to make himself look more sincere.

Song Jiu's hands were a little sore from holding them up, and the man finally moved his body and took the white fungus from the spoon from the boy's hand.

This time, Song Jiu saw the other person's full face, a typical East Asian morbid beauty.

With deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thin and long double eyelids, high eyebrows, and thin lips, she looks crazy and affectionate, giving people a kind of feminine and crazy beauty.

When put together, they are inexplicably bewitching.

Song Jiu felt as if he was touched by a feather, and his heart trembled with shock. He half-knelt and stared in a daze.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me?" The man moved his wheelchair forward, exposing his entire face to the light, and his gloomy eyes looked over.

"No, it's nothing."

Song Jiu looked away in panic, his fingers curled up slightly in embarrassment. He couldn't say that he was stunned by the other person's appearance.

It's a bit embarrassing.

"Oh, is it so?"

The man stared at the blush on the boy's face and spoke in an ambiguous tone.

Song Jiuzheng was ashamed and ignored the other party's strange tone.

He hesitated and said, "Although it may not be appropriate to say this, I want to say that you are very handsome, stunningly handsome."

"I've never seen your typical East Asian morbid beauty before. I was just, I was stunned. Sorry... I didn't mean to stare at you..."

"Feel sorry..."

Song Jiu couldn't lie, so he had to tell the truth with a blushing face. His wandering eyes would glance at that face from time to time. It was really beautiful.

The man's lifeless eyes stared at the boy's rosy face, his expression did not change at all. He hummed and took out a white porcelain bowl.

"... Really good, not too much."

Seeing that he agreed, Song Jiu smiled and quickly poured a whole bowl of Tremella soup, "Go back and drink it slowly, thank you for your help. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do."

"Brother, I'll go back first. The corridor is a bit hot and I need to take a shower later."

After a while, Song Jiu was so hot that sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face became much redder, as if he had applied rouge.

Summer scent molecules spread quickly.

There was that delicate body fragrance again.

Fascinating.

After they parted on the stairs last time, the man would always smell that light body fragrance in his dreams. It was clearly a soothing scent, but he felt a little hot.

crazy.

It's crazy.

When did I become so unsatisfied?

The man hated this feeling of being out of control. In recent days, he had finally persuaded himself to forget the alluring body fragrance. The gentle voice coming from outside the door easily broke down all his defenses.

Disgusted and resisted, but couldn't stop getting closer.

Addictively obsessed.

"and many more."

Song Jiu stopped walking away and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man's gloomy eyes seemed to be suppressing something: "Come here."

Song Jiu did as he was told, but he didn't dare to get too close to the porcelain bowl of Tremella soup on the man's knees. But the man disliked him for being too far away.

"Come closer."

Song Jiu had no choice but to move closer to the man. The distance between them was only a palm. Somehow, the other party's breathing suddenly became rapid, and veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Something doesn't seem right.

Song Jiu was frightened by the heavy breathing. He grabbed the man's arm in panic and asked if he had a sudden serious illness and whether he needed an ambulance.

"Need not."

"Come closer, there's something on your hair, I'll help you take it off." The man panted and stretched out his hand. When the boy came closer, he slightly tilted his head and put his nose close to the jade-like neck.

Take a deep breath calmly.

It smells good.

In a place that Song Jiu couldn't see, the man's deep facial features and intoxicated expression made him look like an opium addict in the Qing Dynasty, decadent and corrupt, with a decadent and morbid beauty.

"Okay...are you done, bro?"

This posture was a bit tiring. Seeing that the man didn't respond for a long time, Song Jiu couldn't help but ask. However, he didn't dare to move for fear of spilling the Tremella soup.

There was a slight movement in the hair.

"A small piece of paper got stuck in your hair. Be careful next time." The man distanced himself very gentlemanly, his expression still as deadpan as before.

"Okay, thank you brother. Maybe I accidentally got it on while cleaning. I will be more careful next time."

Song Jiu returned to his room, washed up, and lay on the bed to watch the skill videos of the gaming anchor and learn the operating techniques.

We have no idea about the system's tasks for the moment, so don't be impatient. Take your time. Our focus now should be on live streaming.

The number of fans has been stuck at around 150,000 and has not changed since. My live streaming style has basically been finalized, so it is important to improve my skills.

I should finish the live broadcast first and then think about the task.