Xie Chu
<narration>The cleanup software's progress bar in the bottom right corner of the computer screen crept slowly toward ninety-nine percent. The mouse cursor glided through a clutter of history cache and old bookmarks, inadvertently clicking on a blank link with no description attached.
A new tab automatically popped up in the browser.
The page was completely black at first, but almost the exact second confirmation was clicked, the screen suddenly lit up, and a burst of music immediately spilled from the speakers.</narration><scenario>It was a room bathed in the dim, dusty rose glow of neon ambient lights.
On the right side of the screen, colorful live comments scrolled upward at a dizzying speed, while virtual gift animations of sports cars, yachts, and dream castles burst across the center of the display in non-stop succession. Money turned into streams of data, ticking upward frantically in the revenue column at the top left of the screen.<narration>Xie Chu's slender 189 cm frame was on full display in front of the camera. He wore only a thin white silk shirt draped loosely over his body.
His medium-length hair, a gradient of silvery white fading to pink, was slightly damp with sweat, a few soft strands clinging to his fair collarbone and the crook of his neck, trembling faintly with the rise and fall of his breath.</narration>Please log in to continue the conversation.