Poor Relationship - Chapter 12

But he remembered, he hadn’t told Wen Jiang his specific livestream time, had he?

Could it really be such a precise coincidence? Besides, Wen Jiang didn’t like listening to livestreams, let alone audio-only ones without video. Xu Yizhou shook his head, dismissing the thought. Still, out of curiosity, he sent Wen Jiang a message:

[Did you send me gifts?]

It took a while before the other side replied with a single: [?]

Seeing that question mark, Xu Yizhou was already certain it wasn’t Wen Jiang.

Wen Jiang never lied to him. His fingers quickly typed on the screen:

[Never mind, just asking.]

Just after sending it, Wen Jiang sent another message.

[Do you need me to send gifts? Send me the app and livestream link.]

Oh, this damn domineering CEO-style talk.

[No need, bro. Get some rest early. You have work tomorrow.]

That wasn’t what he meant at all—how could he let his brother send him gifts?

He had always said that once he earned money, he would pay back everything Wen Jiang had spent on him. If Wen Jiang sent gifts now, he’d never be able to repay it all.

[Okay.]

For some reason, Xu Yizhou only let out a long sigh of relief after seeing that single-syllable reply. Xu Yizhou opened the livestream app and found the user “Light Boat” who had just sent him twenty or thirty “cherry blossom rain” gifts.

The investigation from the studio hadn’t yielded any results yet, so Xu Yizhou decided to ask on his own. He could only hope, with a bit of luck, that this wasn’t a minor.

[Hello, may I ask if you’re a child or an adult?]

[An adult.]

Xu Yizhou had just put down his phone, planning to do something else while waiting for a reply, when the chat box popped up with those three words.

Seeing them, his heart finally settled. Just as he was about to take a screenshot to send to the studio and reassure them, the chat box popped up with another message:

[If I send you gifts, can you wear a JK uniform and dance?]

His finger froze above the phone screen. Xu Yizhou stared at the message, feeling as though his worldview was being reshaped.

[How much to see a striptease?]

[How much to have sex with you?]

The messages that followed grew increasingly outrageous. Xu Yizhou felt they weren’t much different from those eighty pages of explicit content. His fingers quickly swiped, clearing the app from the background. Out of sight, out of mind. He knew that as a streamer, he would inevitably encounter some strange people, but he never expected to run into someone this perverted.

He felt that those brief few seconds would take a lifetime to recover from. After talking for so long, Xu Yizhou felt thirsty. Checking the time, he figured Wen Jiang probably wasn’t in the living room at this hour, so he opened his door and went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.

After gulping down several glasses, the thirst finally subsided. The water must have been boiled by Wen Jiang earlier today—it was still warm. There were still one or two episodes of voice work left, and Xu Yizhou absolutely refused to record them while Wen Jiang was home.

He decided to wake up early tomorrow, after Wen Jiang left for work, finish the remaining recordings, and finally be free.

After taking a shower, Xu Yizhou collapsed onto the bed and was hit by a sudden wave of drowsiness. For some reason, he felt like he had been getting tired easily lately, and earlier than usual. But he simply attributed it to work and didn’t dwell on it too much. Besides, he had to wake up early tomorrow to finish his tasks. Once again, he had a wet dream.

He could no longer remember how many times he had had this kind of dream, but this time felt far more real than any before.

He couldn’t open his eyes, his entire body submerged in an extreme state of sensitivity.

He only felt slightly cold fingertips brush past his cheek, effortlessly stripping away the barriers covering him.

The icy touch made his whole body tremble involuntarily, yet only his senses remained.

He couldn’t move. Those cold fingertips slid over the sensitive spots on his chest, heading straight downward. But this time, the hand that was wreaking havoc on his body did not go to soothe his aching vulnerability. Instead, it continued downward, stopping just below the tailbone.

A place he had never even touched with his own hands. The icy sensation spread from that sensitive skin throughout his entire body. Xu Yizhou couldn’t help but let out a whimper.

He could feel a scorching gaze fixed on that spot. The fingers slowly explored, probing inward. No… He tried to speak, but no sound came out—only a faint whimper.

“So hot, Zhouzhou…”

He heard that voice again, the same one from the previous times. What was going on? Why did the same dream keep recurring so many times, and why was this man always in it?

That deep, husky voice—he had heard it before, yet it grew hazy in his mind. The sensation of a foreign object invading his body was uncomfortable, and the icy fingers brushing past only sent shivers through him. The man added another finger. It hurt… That was real pain, coming from that place.

A spot that had never been touched by anyone was now, in his dream, being invaded by a man. The man chuckled softly, gently kissing Xu Yizhou’s lips, exhaling warm, mint-scented breath against them.

“Xu Yizhou… so amazing…”

He didn’t know what spot had been touched, but Xu Yizhou felt a sensation like an electric current coursing through his entire body. It wasn’t pain—it was a tingling, numbing feeling.

The man clearly noticed his reaction and, as if playing a prank, pressed against that spot again. That overwhelming sensation was no less intense than being touched by hand.

“So Xu Yizhou can also… from behind…”

The man didn’t finish the sentence, replacing it with a soft laugh. No how could

His mind couldn’t process it, leaving only pleasure behind. The next day, as expected, Xu Yizhou woke up late. He was also considering whether he should try dating to ease this kind of situation.

It was just too unbearable. And why was he the one being pinned down?

It must be because of that manuscript, it must be. Xu Yizhou tried to hypnotize himself into believing it. Glancing at the time, it was already past ten. He got up and took a shower, washing away the sticky feeling all over his body.

But when he touched that spot, he couldn’t help but recall the dream from the night before.

Could that place really fit two fingers inside? Xu Yizhou didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend why that area could also bring such pleasure. Curious, he poked at it with his finger, unsure whether it was his nail or the inability to accommodate it. He only felt pain.

He pulled his hand back as if shocked by electricity. He felt like he was losing his mind.

What was he doing?

For a moment, whether it was the overly warm steam or the poor blood circulation, Xu Yizhou’s face flushed bright red. Her neck and the collarbones faintly visible through the mist were flushed red. Xu Yizhou felt that he might really need to fall in love.

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