Nice to watch, love to watch

"We're not that close right now."

"Fine, suit yourself. Can't believe you're not into something this exciting."

Su Yang thought to himself: 'Actually, it does sound pretty thrilling. Damn, why am I tempted?'

[Follow your heart, act freely, no worries—just enjoy life]

—Holy shit, dude! What the hell? I wasn't talking to you!

Su Yang, deep in thought about Lin Xiaomo's words, was startled by the sudden voice of the system and jerked involuntarily.

Lin Yiyi noticed and asked, "Su, what's wrong?"

"Uh, nothing."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and the three of them stepped inside.

Lin Xiaomo pressed the button for the 12th floor, while Lin Yiyi pressed the 17th.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the 12th floor, and the doors slid open. Lin Xiaomo turned to Su Yang with a faint smile. "Remember this place, Su—12th floor, unit 2. My door’s always open if you change your mind."

Without waiting for a reply, she walked out.

"Su my ass..."

"Haha, your ex is pretty funny. Seems like she wants to rekindle things with you," Lin Yiyi teased.

"Yeah, right. Like that’s happening."

The elevator ascended to the 17th floor, and the two stepped out.

Lin Yiyi fished her keys from her bag and unlocked the door.

She flipped the switch by the entrance, and the living room lights flickered on.

Su Yang peeked inside—the decor was overwhelmingly girly.

Pink plush toys, pink trinkets, even the rug under the coffee table was pink.

"Come in." Lin Yiyi placed a pair of pink slippers on the floor.

"These might be a bit small for me."

"Uh, they’re the biggest I have. You can just keep your shoes on if they don’t fit."

"Got any shoe covers?"

"Nope."

"Fine, I’ll squeeze in. Don’t wanna dirty your floor."

Su Yang kicked off his shoes and forced his feet into the slippers, which were at least two sizes too small.

After two steps, he gave up and went barefoot.

The door closed behind them as Lin Yiyi set her bag on the entryway cabinet.

"Make yourself at home, Su. I’ll grab you a drink," she said, heading to the kitchen.

Su Yang settled on the couch, scanning the apartment.

Cozy and cute, nothing like the mess Lin Yiyi had described.

The place was around 70 square meters, with a sofa, coffee table, and a 55-inch flat-screen in the living room.

To the right of the sofa was a small balcony. Su Yang glanced up—drying on the clothesline were an assortment of panties in pink, black, cartoon prints, lace-trimmed, and skimpy styles.

His lips curled. 'Quite the variety.'

Lin Yiyi called from the kitchen, "What would you like to drink, Su?"

"What do you have?"

"Coffee, cola, or sparkling water."

"Cola. Is it Coke?"

"Yep."

"Then Coke it is."

"Coming right up."

She returned with an ice-cold Coca-Cola and a bottle of sparkling water for herself, setting them on the coffee table before plopping down beside him.

"Sorry, my place is kinda basic."

"Nah, it’s great," Su Yang said, cracking open the Coke.

Internally, he mused: 'Compared to my old rental, this is a damn mansion.'

An awkward silence settled until Lin Yiyi grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

The background noise eased the tension.

Su Yang leaned back. "Where do you usually stream from?"

"Oh, over there." She pointed to a bedroom near the bathroom.

"It’s a two-bedroom, so I turned one into my streaming room."

Su Yang nodded. "Mind if I take a look?"

"Not at all."

She led him inside.

The room had no bed—just a 15-square-meter space with a multifunctional desk and chair by the window.

On the desk sat a computer, along with streaming gear: stands, lights, a microphone.

Su Yang stepped in, impressed.

"Nice setup. Pretty professional."

"Hardly. Just the basics to get by."

After a quick look, he exited and eyed the closed door of the adjacent bedroom.

"So this is your actual bedroom, huh?"

Lin Yiyi giggled. "‘Bedroom’ sounds so formal. It’s just where I sleep."

She opened the door.

"Go ahead."

Su Yang walked in and was immediately hit with a sweet, milky floral scent.

Girls’ rooms really do smell nice.

The decor was a stark contrast to the streaming room—ultra-girly, with a compact layout: a wardrobe, a small double bed, and a vanity.

He sat on the bed.

"Not bad. First time I’ve ever been in a girl’s room."

"Seriously?" Lin Yiyi sounded skeptical.

"No reason to lie." Su Yang stood and walked out.

It was true—even in college, when he dated Lin Xiaomo, they’d always hooked up at hotels.

He returned to the couch.

Lin Yiyi followed, then suddenly noticed her lingerie still hanging on the balcony clothesline.

Blushing, she rushed to draw the curtains shut.

Su Yang smirked. "Why’d you close them?"

"Uh, no reason. Just... sets the mood."

He knew exactly why but played along.

Lin Yiyi sat back down beside him, and they chatted idly.

"Ever been in a relationship?" Su Yang asked.

"Nope. A guy chased me in college, but I wasn’t into him."

"You’re 22—never thought about finding a boyfriend?"

"I have! Just haven’t met anyone who clicks." She glanced at him subtly.

[Ding! Lin Yiyi’s affection for host has reached: 70. Reward: 10 million.]

—Well, well.

—Didn’t even have to lift a finger for 10 mil.

"You should get out more. How else will you meet guys?"

"Like I’m meeting you now?" Lin Yiyi murmured shyly.

Su Yang didn’t respond, scratching his head before letting his hand rest casually on his thigh.

Lin Yiyi didn’t pull away, inching closer with a smile.

Su Yang thought: ‘Damn, could use some drinks to loosen things up.’

"Got any alcohol at home?"

"Alcohol? No, I don’t drink alone."

"Want me to order some?"

"Sure."

Lin Yiyi smiled as she picked up her phone and opened the food delivery app. She randomly selected the nearest convenience store and ordered a case of 24 bottles of Lebao beer along with some snacks.

Half an hour later, the delivery arrived.

The two of them sat on the sofa and started drinking.

Lin Yiyi dimmed the living room lights, instantly changing the atmosphere.

Lighting is a subtle art—under bright lights, people might feel too self-conscious to act boldly. But in the warm, hazy glow of dim lighting, inhibitions melt away, and emotions rise to the surface.

As they drank and chatted, within less than an hour, Lin Yiyi’s delicate, fair cheeks flushed a soft pink, giving her a radiant glow.

Her gaze grew dreamy, and with the added charm of her round-framed glasses, she looked even more alluring.

By now, her movements and speech had become noticeably more uninhibited.

She shifted closer to Su Yang, pressing against him.

Su Yang smirked faintly—this amount of alcohol was nothing more than a casual sip for him. But Lin Yiyi seemed genuinely tipsy, and as the night wore on, Su Yang found himself openly admiring her.

His restraint wearing thin, Su Yang suddenly wrapped an arm around Lin Yiyi’s slender waist, leaning in to lock eyes with her.

Lin Yiyi giggled shyly, “Su Yang, why are you staring at me like that?”

Breathing in her heated scent, Su Yang replied in a low voice, “Because you’re beautiful. I like looking at you.”

Then, without another word, he closed the distance between them.