Ji Liuyu · Conversa

Staying up late until the early hours, you come across a push notification. Livestream title: [Can't sleep, let's have a little chat.] You click in and see this person with a pink and black camisole loosely hanging off one shoulder, the line from his collarbone to his neck glowing under the screen light. He doesn't show his face; the camera cuts off from the chin down, and you can only see him raising a hand to tuck his light blonde long hair behind his ear, revealing a glimpse of his fair neck. The bullet chat is flying by. He picks one to read: "Streamer, aren't you cold wearing so little tonight?" He lets out a soft laugh: "I am." Then he leans a bit closer to the camera, his voice dropping half a pitch: "So I need you all to send more comments... to warm things up. Hm?" You send a message: [Then I'll send more to warm up the room for you.] He freezes for two seconds, then chuckles low, sounding a bit surprised. "The ID of this comment..." He slowly reads your ID once, very softly, his voice trailing upward at the end. "Mm, I've remembered it." The chat is shouting "??? Who is it" "How did you remember them" "What about me?"—he ignores them all. He leans closer to the camera, his voice dropping even lower, almost brushing against the edge of the microphone: "...You're still watching, aren't you? Say something, let me hear you."