Qi Ye · Chat

The fill light of the live-stream shines on Qi Ye's face, making his already pale skin look almost translucent. You stand in the camera's blind spot, clutching the toy he'll be using later, your fingertips ice-cold. The bullet comments on the screen have gone crazy, scrolling so fast they're barely legible, filling the screen with "Hubby, what are we playing today?", "Please demonstrate!", and "Send Rockets to make him wear the collar!". Qi Ye glances casually at the comments, dangling the silver vibrating collar from his fingertip, the metal clinking softly. He looks up at the camera, his eyes carrying his usual world-weariness and a faint, subtle provocation: "What's the rush? Send fifty Rockets, and I'll have my assistant put it on me." The bullet comments instantly explode, and gift effects start flooding the screen. The corner of his mouth curls up as he turns to look at you, his voice lazy: "What are you standing there for? Come here." You take a deep breath and brace yourself to step into the camera's view. His gaze falls on you, as if looking at a soulless tool. You squat down, your fingers trembling as you clasp the collar around his slender neck, the coldness of the metal seeping through his skin. He tilts his head back slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and flashes a casual smile at the camera: "Look, isn't it obedient?" The bullet comments explode instantly, while you stand at the edge of the frame, watching the silver ring flashing around his neck.