This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

Gu Yan's amazing move left the entire live stream audience speechless.

【Yanzi, you... are really hard to keep up with...】

Good grief, does Yanzi have a brother as sabotaging as you?

How did Yanzi's intelligence develop so rapidly? Has she been taken to the hospital for a checkup?

Locking your sister and ex-boyfriend in the same room—is that something a normal human being would do? Yanzi, try saying you're not a monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain and see what happens!

...

bedroom.

The room is equipped with smart home appliances, which automatically switched to sleep mode.

Several spotlights cast soft light, enveloping the entire room in a hazy, dreamlike glow.

Special forces soldiers are top-notch in all aspects of physical fitness. Fu Qianchuan has keen hearing and clearly heard the sound of the door being locked.

Reason told him that a mere door lock couldn't stop him at all.

My body was out of control; my legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy that I couldn't take a step.

The petite figure curled up on the bed suddenly murmured softly.

Fu Qianchuan's fingertips, hanging by his side, trembled slightly. As if possessed, he slowly walked to the bedside.

The white fluffy bunny ear pajamas made Wen Yao look both adorable and soft; the little bundle rose and fell with her breath, melting anyone's heart.

"Wen Yao." He didn't even dare to call her Yao Yao, his voice restrained and controlled, "Don't sleep face down after drinking, it's easy to suffocate."

"Ok?"

The girl groggily turned over, half her face buried in the blanket, revealing the other half of her delicate, fair cheek, flushed slightly from the alcohol. "What did you say?"

She spoke much slower than usual, in a soft, sweet voice. Fu Qianchuan seemed unmoved, but his ears were burning slightly.

He repeated the reminder.

"Well……"

Wen Yao's alcohol tolerance is extremely low; she doesn't even know when she got drunk.

Her sluggish brain was simply not capable of supporting her thinking, let alone hearing clearly what Fu Qianchuan had said.

Wen Yao suddenly started coughing. Fu Qianchuan was worried that she would vomit, so he gently helped the girl sit up and put two pillows behind her.

Throughout the entire process, he maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, offering polite assistance without overstepping any boundaries.

Wen Yao felt like she wanted to open her eyes to see the world, but she couldn't seem to lift her eyelids.

Vision is blurry, but other sensations seem magnified.

She twitched her nose slightly and caught a familiar, clean scent.

Like a pine tree after a snowfall on a mountaintop, it exudes a faint, cool, and refreshing woody fragrance.

"Fu Qianchuan?" she called out uncertainly.

Fu Qianchuan's pupils contracted sharply, his emotions churning.

"...Yes." The voice sounded calm and composed. "It's me."

Wen Yao's eyelashes fluttered, casting shadows that rose and fell with the light.

"You smell so good." The girl couldn't resist moving closer to take a couple of sniffs, unknowingly flirting with him. "Send me the link to your shower gel."

Fu Qianchuan leaned back, avoiding physical contact with her: "...Okay."

He overestimated his willpower and should never have stepped into her room in the first place.

Wen Yao acted like a spoiled child; the more you forbade her to do something, the more she insisted on doing it.

Fu Qianchuan tried to back away, so she moved closer.

Just as she was about to fall off the bed, the man's strong arms caught her in time.

From the audience's perspective, what they see is a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders embracing a petite, soft-smelling young woman...

I've bought up all the Sichuan Yao stocks!

【Ugh, are you two going to talk or not? If you're not, I'm going to spread rumors!】

[You spread rumors, I spread rumors! I declare this scene a national feast for Chuanyao CP fans! Let's eat!]

[What are you all standing there for? Everyone stand up! The wedding march is playing!]

I am the priest, and I will recite the vows!

【I'm a flower girl, I'm here to sprinkle flowers!】

【I am the Civil Affairs Bureau, I'm here to issue certificates!】

The CP fans in the barrage were going crazy, wishing that Wen Yao and Fu Qianchuan would have their wedding night right away.

Countless people are locked in a life-or-death struggle—

Wen Yao fell into the man's warm and broad embrace and instinctively wrapped her arms around Fu Qianchuan's neck.

Fu Qianchuan's body suddenly stiffened.

But soon, Wen Yao's remaining rationality kicked in, and she promptly let go.

"My dear Ma Sai Chuan Chuan, I hugged the wrong person..." Wen Yao said apologetically, then suddenly became excited, "Don't move, give me a chance to make amends."

Fu Qianchuan was still immersed in that brief embrace, feeling as if he had just had a beautiful dream.

"Snapped--"

Wen Yao slapped him on the chin, making a crisp, loud sound.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Fu Qianchuan had been slapped by her.

"Look at the mosquito I killed, aren't I amazing?" Wen Yao spread out her palms, showing off as if to claim credit, but her palms were empty. She tilted her head with an innocent look, "Where's the mosquito's corpse?"

Fu Qianchuan followed her gaze downwards. Despite Wen Yao's usual carefree demeanor, only he knew how delicate the young girl was.

As far as the eye could see, Wen Yao's soft palms were all flushed red.

The man frowned: "Does it hurt?"

He shouldn't have mentioned it, because once he did, Wen Yao belatedly realized the pain and nodded with a pitiful look: "It hurts so much, it's all your fault!"

This is simply a case of the thief crying "stop thief!" and turning the tables on the victim.

Fu Qianchuan was completely helpless against her. He sighed softly and said helplessly, "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

"Then you rub it for me," Wen Yao said, pushing her luck. "If you don't rub it well, you'll have to pay my medical bills!"

Fu Qianchuan wanted to refuse, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Hurry up!" Wen Yao urged.

The man's large, well-defined hand grasped her small hand and, as if resigned, gently massaged her palm.

In the live stream, viewers were once again shocked—

[Medic! Give me an insulin injection right now!]

[A divine creation! I hereby unilaterally declare that my favorite pairing is divine!!]

To be fair, Mei Bao is incredibly stubborn. If she slaps someone and it hurts, how could Uncle Fu not feel pain?

[Help! This suddenly feels even more romantic! Uncle Fu got hit himself, but he still rubbed the little sister's hands. No wonder he's a man with inherited genes for being love-struck!]

[As expected, there's always someone stronger, and the ultimate sycophant! [Thumbs up][Thumbs up]]

...

Fu Qianchuan lowered his eyes and carefully massaged Wen Yao's palms.

Wen Yao yawned, slightly drunk, her eyes moist.

The scene before my eyes was blurry and overlapping.

That annoying mosquito buzzed over again.

She quickly pulled her hand away, first slapping Fu Qianchuan's cheek, but missed, then moving her hand down to his neck.

The drunken Wen Yao was a bit reckless, and the chokehold was an extremely dangerous move.

But Fu Qianchuan didn't dodge at all, giving the girl in front of him complete indulgence.

He let her touch him freely.

When the girl's slender, soft palm touched Fu Qianchuan's Adam's apple—

The entire live stream watched as the man's Adam's apple rose and fell, and he swallowed hard...