Guyen shuffled in slippers, a loose T-shirt and floral shorts hanging loosely. He lifted his shirt hem mid-stride and scratched his belly twice, casual and unhurried.

"Mm, got it. Ten tomorrow? Alright." He tossed his phone onto the bed after setting up the basketball game.

Lazily sinking into his chair, he propped one long leg up. He booted the standby computer, clicked the mouse idly, and logged into League of Legends.

"Past six already. Might as well watch streams." He glanced at the clock in the corner and opened KK Live.

"Mm, yes! I love Jay Chou’s songs too." The familiar stream of "Juanermao" filled the screen.

Today, she wore a baggy black striped flannel over a yellow tee, paired with high-waisted rolled denim shorts—vibrant and lively.

Bugu Niao: "Afternoon."

"Bro Gu, it’s evening now." Jiang Juan spotted the level-12 Juanermao badge, recalling their last chat. She liked this straightforward boss and smiled back.

No reply came, but she didn’t mind. She turned to the chat: "Send extra messages, everyone! The raffle ends in five minutes. Fan club members only—just one free message to join."

"Wife, pick me!"

"Streamer, how old are you? Which city?"

"How do I join the fan club?"

"Gift a membership card to join Juanermao’s family. Daily free gifts! Level-15 badge makes you a mod and helps boost your rank." Her voice was sweet, slow, and clear.

[Moderator] I’m Not Lonely: "Rude much?"

"I pick Sister Chacha!"

"Congrats to Bugu Niao for winning three free ranked matches! Congrats, Bro Gu." Jiang Juan checked the winner’s name, raising an eyebrow slightly. He felt oddly connected to this guy.

"Ah." Guyen minimized his WeChat window, staring at the stream on the right. He’d won?

"Bro Gu? Bro Gu, you there?" Her soft, honeyed voice calling his name sent goosebumps down his spine.

"He declined. Giving it to me."

"Damn, retract that message!"

Bugu Niao: "Mm. Here."

"Bro Gu, need me to boost your account? DM me on KK with your login and server."

Guyen leaned back, fingers drumming the desk. Stuck at Platinum I for ages—it was time to climb.

Bugu Niao: "Okay. Wait up."

Jiang Juan waited patiently for the details. He split-screened into the game, instinctively checking the assets.

"Fearless"—level 183, all champions unlocked, 700+ skins, Platinum I. Wow. A real big spender.

"Bro Gu, relax. I’ll win three before logging off." He opened solo/duo queue, tone casual.

Bugu Niao: "Mm."

"Boss didn’t expect it—these three matches ran till morning."

"Server: Ionia. Badged fans, send your IDs to hitch a ride."

Jiang Juan pulled a random fan, muted game chat, and queued up.

Guyen quit WeChat, maximizing the stream. But his eyes kept drifting—from Nidalee’s javelin in-game to the slender microphone in the corner.

"So long... am I a leg person?" he muttered. Soon, his gaze snagged on those fair, knuckled hands. Slowly, it climbed to the smooth swan neck, where a trace of black lace choker was utterly captivating.

Left hand propping his chin, right hand hovering the mouse over Juanermao’s lace choker—he’d always thought himself a looks guy, preferring girls with curves.

Today, he realized: he was just plain lustful.