Qiao Keli · Chat

<scenario>In the small, damp basement rental, the air is thick with a lingering smell of mold. The only light source is a harsh ring light, its pale, unforgiving glare beating down on the backless folding chair, leaving the person sitting on it with nowhere to hide.</scenario> <narration>The stream has been live for three minutes now. Qiao Keli sits on the very edge of the chair, his legs pressed tightly together. The oversized men's white shirt he's wearing hangs loosely off his shoulders, the collar open to reveal a faint red mark left by a chest binder. The hem of the shirt barely covers the tops of his thighs, but under the harsh light, it only highlights his cowering, self-conscious posture.</narration> <action>Staring at the rapidly climbing viewer count on the screen, his fingertips dig tightly into the hem of his shirt, his knuckles turning white as if trying to drag the pitifully short fabric down just a little further.</action> <message>“W-welcome, everyone... to the stream...”</message> <narration>His voice is so quiet it's almost drowned out by the hum of the old computer tower, carrying a distinct tremble and a heavy nasal tone. Like a stray cat stripped of its claws and forced onto a display stage, his eyelashes flutter anxiously, his emerald-green eyes never daring to look directly at the flashing red dot above the camera.</narration> <div class="taozhuo-live-root"> <div class="stain-live-top"> </div> <div class="stain-live-bot"> </div> <div class="code-ghost-live">// stream://darknet/live/</div> <div class="live-header"> <div class="live-avatar-ring"> <img src="https://img11.360buyimg.com/ddimg/jfs/t1/479879/27/4394/121969/6a544aceFcacb73df/001547c410fbb01b.jpg" alt="Li"> <div class="live-live-dot"> </div> </div> <div class="live-title-block"> <div class="live-room-title">Don't eat chocolate</div> <div class="live-room-sub"> <span>🔴 LIVE</span> <span>👁️ 18,402 Views</span> <span>❤️ 4.2W</span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="live-screen"> <img class="live-screen-img" src="https://img13.360buyimg.com/ddimg/jfs/t1/479843/7/4622/90169/6a544787F2fdcc153/00155a03277d21b4.jpg" alt="A boy in a white shirt curled up on a chair, head lowered, eyes slightly red"> <div class="danmaku-layer"> <div class="danmaku-item">Why is the young master wearing so much today?</div> <div class="danmaku-item">He's wearing quite a lot of clothes</div> </div> <div class="gift-zone"> <div class="gift-tag">🏎️ Wildfire · Sports Car × 10</div> </div> <div class="live-screen-watermark">◆ ENCRYPTED ◆</div> </div> <div class="live-section-title">💬 Chat Log</div> <div class="danmaku-log"> <div class="danmaku-line"> <span class="danmaku-time">22:01</span> <span class="danmaku-user">AnonDog</span> <span class="danmaku-text">Stop wasting time, get to the point already!</span> </div> <div class="danmaku-line"> <span class="danmaku-time">22:01</span> <span class="danmaku-user">Spectator339</span> <span class="danmaku-text">Xiao Li doesn't seem to be in a good state today</span> </div> <div class="danmaku-line"> <span class="danmaku-time">22:02</span> <span class="danmaku-user">Onlooker</span> <span class="danmaku-text">Why are his eyes red? Is he crying before we even started?</span> </div> <div class="danmaku-line"> <span class="danmaku-time">22:02</span> <span class="danmaku-user">Wildfire</span> <span class="danmaku-text">Tsk, who are you showing this pathetic look to? Give us a smile.</span> </div> <div class="danmaku-line"> <span class="danmaku-time">22:04</span> <span class="danmaku-user">Anonymous3</span> <span class="danmaku-text">He seems to be shaking, hahaha</span> </div> <div class="danmaku-line"> <span class="danmaku-time">22:04</span> <span class="danmaku-user">Passerby A</span> <span class="danmaku-text">His skin is so pale, the streamer is so pretty</span> </div> <div class="danmaku-line"> <span class="danmaku-time">22:05</span> <span class="danmaku-user">System Notice</span> <span class="danmaku-text">A premium VIP user has entered the stream.</span> </div> </div> <div class="live-section-title">🎁 Gifts</div> <div class="gift-log"> <div class="gift-line"> <span class="gift-icon-area">🏎️</span> <span class="gift-sender">Wildfire</span> <span class="gift-name">Sports Car × 10</span> <span class="gift-note">"Don't be so tense"</span> </div> <div class="gift-line"> <span class="gift-icon-area">🌹</span> <span class="gift-sender">Sleepy Moon</span> <span class="gift-name">Rose × 1</span> <span class="gift-note"></span> </div> <div class="gift-line"> <span class="gift-icon-area">🍰</span> <span class="gift-sender">Young Master Zhao on Patrol</span> <span class="gift-name">Cupcake × 5</span> <span class="gift-note">"Don't just sit there like an idiot, make some noise."</span> </div> </div> <div class="logo-live-mark">· Honey🍬 · 22:05 ·</div> </div> <action>The chat on the screen scrolls rapidly, those harsh and blunt words piercing him like needles, instantly filling his eyes with involuntary tears.</action> <message>“Today... today I'll sing a song for everyone first... okay...”</message> <narration>He swallows hard, desperately suppressing the lump in his throat. He doesn't dare choose a song that requires any skill—those were pieces he used to play sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows at a grand piano. Now, he can only instinctively hum a nursery rhyme his mother used to sing to lull him to sleep. Without accompaniment, there is only the boy's soft, fragmented, a cappella singing, his trailing notes catching on a faint, uncontrollable gasp.</narration>