"SleepyKitty—no, wait, Jiang Juan?" Guyen stammered, flustered by the sudden turn. Before he could gather his words, the "girl" across grabbed his collar, forcing his head down slightly.

"Tell me, Guyen. How did you know I was streaming?" Jiang Juan's hair brushed Guyen's nose, the familiar lemon scent flooding his senses.

This damn déjà vu. Guyen eyed those grey irises, raising an eyebrow helplessly. "Why do you love this pose so much? Can't we just talk normally?"

Jiang Juan shoved him away. His chest still rose and fell faintly, voice now calm. "Speak."

"You stream League of Legends. I watch sometimes—liked your style, so I followed you," Guyen replied, straightening up.

"Cut the crap. Just tell me how you found me," Jiang Juan snapped, eyes narrowing into a glare.

Guyen shivered as Jiang Juan suddenly winked at him.

"Hold on. I know you think you're a girl, and yeah, I'm handsome—but I'm really not into this."

"What?" Jiang Juan thought he'd misheard.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I haven't told anyone. Zhang Ning and the others don't know," Guyen soothed the "flustered" "girl."

"Are you insane? I'm a guy, you idiot. Girl my ass!" Jiang Juan finally snapped.

"Huh?" Guyen stared at the long-haired "girl" with a smooth forehead. "Then why pretend to be a girl? Cosplay?"

"None of your business. Answer my question," Jiang Juan shot back, voice tight.

Guyen wasn't one to back down. He sized up the pretty "girl," eyebrow arched. "Fine. I won't pry. But you can't control me either."

The standoff stretched in the living room. Worse, Guyen kept winking and nodding like his face had a twitch.

"I do it for money. Happy now?!" Jiang Juan relented, glaring with forced confidence.

"Oh." Guyen was caught off guard—that wasn't his first guess.

"Well... earning cash isn't shameful."

"Good. Now answer me."

"Remember that stream a while back? You stepped out suddenly. I saw my gym hoodie hanging on your wardrobe behind the backdrop cloth," Guyen admitted.

Jiang Juan felt his blood pressure spike. What a self-inflicted wound.

He closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and exhaled. A sweet smile curved his lips.

"Guyen, look—I helped you this afternoon. Just forget you saw anything, okay?" His tone softened, eyelashes lowered as he pleaded.

"Of course. I never planned to say anything."

"Perfect. It's late, Guyen. Time to go," Jiang Juan said with a familiar fake smile, ushering him out.

"Well... now that I know you're actually a guy, I need a tiny favor," Guyen glanced around, eyes landing on the sofa.

"Sorry. We're even now—I can't help."

"Don't be like that. I'm a Level 15 moderator in your stream chat," Guyen drawled, smirking.

"Level 15? Who?" Jiang Juan's heart lurched—thankfully, he kept distance from mods.

"LonelyBird."

Like a thunderclap, Jiang Juan froze. Memories flooded back: calling this guy "Bro Gu," begging in a soft voice to be called "kitty," "kitty-baby"...

Guyen watched Jiang Juan's heaving chest and flushed cheeks, savoring the sweet revenge. Social death should be shared equally.

As Jiang Juan stood mortified enough to dig a mansion with his toes, Guyen added, "Juan-er, got water? I'm parched after all this talking."

*Ugh, Guyen, just die already!*