Yan Yan held her on the sofa, pinched her small chin, and asked her:
"Do you need my help with something?"
"No!" Yun Qiluo instinctively retorted, then she nervously whispered, "How did you know?"
The man chuckled; how could he not know her?
He lifted a strand of her hair near her ear and tucked it behind, his fingertips casually stroked her soft little face: "Tell me, what trouble have you caused this time?"
Yun Qiluo proactively buried her face in his arms and wrapped her arms around him, saying, "Beautiful woman, I don't want to livestream anymore."
"And then?"
"Shijia went to do a part-time job and doesn't livestream with me, I find it so boring alone. Besides, all the other students in the class are looking for part-time jobs too. It's senior year; everyone's starting to think about internships, their future careers..."
Yun Qiluo muttered softly, laying the groundwork for herself.
Meanwhile, she secretly peeked at his expression.
