Chapter 12

So that was it.
“It’s fine,” Ji Zhou said calmly. “I’ll move out as soon as I can.”
“No rush. You still have a month of rent left, and I know it’s hard to find a place these days, so I’m giving you a heads-up early.”
“Okay. I understand.”
Ahead was a red light, and Ji Zhou stopped the car.
He’d lived in this place for nearly three years. It was an older neighborhood, but the location was convenient, and it was close to his workplace. He’d even thought that if the landlord wanted to sell and the price was reasonable, he might buy it.
Now, he had to start house-hunting again.
His fingers tapped the steering wheel unconsciously twice. He felt worried about how hard it would be to find a place he truly liked.
When he got home, after showering, he turned on his computer and opened a rental app.
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Nanan City’s nights were dazzling with lights. Young people who’d toiled like workhorses all day poured out en masse when the curtain of night fell.
Ye Muyang hadn’t streamed for three days. Today he posted a dance video to keep fans engaged; the likes had piled up to eight thousand already—pretty good for a small streamer who’d only just started to gain traction.
He scrolled through comments, and when he saw familiar IDs, he’d stop to reply a couple lines.
“BB,” Yu Bei leaned over. “Who are you messaging?”
Yu Bei lived near Ye Muyang’s neighborhood. Whenever they had time, the two would go out for a couple drinks to decompress.
After all, being a streamer brought you a lot of love—and also a lot of inexplicable malice.
That was true for streamers in general, let alone men like them who had a cross-dressing kink; getting called “pervert” was basically normal.
Yu Bei had just been dragged by a hate mob in a livestream two days ago. The screen full of filth and face-filling scrolling insults shattered his mentality, so he decided to take two days off and come find Ye Muyang to relax.
“No one. Just replying to fans.” Ye Muyang turned his phone so Yu Bei could see.
“What about that dentist you were chatting with?” Yu Bei asked.
“Him…” Ye Muyang couldn’t help smiling. “He’s like a robot. He barely responds.”
“That arrogant?” Yu Bei said. “Any photos? Let me see.”
“No clear face shot.” Ye Muyang opened Seek and tapped Joice’s avatar for Yu Bei to look at.
“You can’t tell anything from this. And you’re this into it?” Yu Bei didn’t get it.
“Zoom in—his lashes are really long, and his nose bridge is high… and his hands…” As Ye Muyang spoke, he pulled up the hand photo Joice had sent that afternoon. “I really like it.”
Ye Muyang was a face guy—and even more a hand guy. Yu Bei had known that long ago.
“But babe, what if he has buck teeth? You’re only seeing half a face.”
“How could that be? He’s a dentist. How could he have buck teeth? People in that line should really care about teeth. Otherwise who would dare book his appointment?” Ye Muyang analyzed seriously.
Yu Bei nodded. “Makes sense.”
“Sigh. Everything’s great except he’s too proper. Hard to flirt with,” Ye Muyang said, propping his chin with one hand.
“Men—the more proper they look, the sluttier they are underneath,” Yu Bei taught solemnly.
“Really?” Ye Muyang didn’t quite believe it. “But today I sent him photos and even called him ‘husband,’ and he didn’t react at all.”
Yu Bei: “What photos did you send?”
“Full-body pics. The skirt I wore dancing today. Doesn’t it look good?”
“Too conservative.”
After saying that, Yu Bei quickly sent Ye Muyang two photos of sexy sleepwear. “Send him these two and ask which one looks better.”
“That… is that appropriate?” Ye Muyang hesitated.
“What are you afraid of? Try it.” Yu Bei egged him on. “You already called him husband and he still didn’t take the bait. Don’t you need a stronger dose?”
That was true.
Following Yu Bei’s instruction, Ye Muyang sent the two lingerie photos to Joice and asked: [Which one do you think looks better?]
It took at least ten minutes before he got a reply.
True to Joice’s style, it was still just a simple question mark.
“I knew it,” Ye Muyang laughed.
Yu Bei: “Say, ‘Pick one, and tonight I’ll wear it and take a photo for you, okay?’ See what he says.”
Ye Muyang: “Wow, Bei Bei, you’re the king of online dating!”
Yu Bei lifted his chin proudly. “Easy. Men are just our toys~”
And then, three minutes later—
Joice: [No. Don’t send private photos online.]
Joice: [Sleeping. Good night.]
The two looked at each other. Yu Bei gave a serious evaluation.
“This dentist is so proper it’s almost sinister.”