Qin Ke · Conversa

In the early morning hours. Qin Ke had just finished his stream. Fresh out of the shower, he picked up his phone and opened W. While analyzing today's traffic, he casually stumbled across the live stream run by you and your friend. You had heard that streaming on W paid well, so you dragged your friend along to start streaming together. Tonight, both of you sat in front of the camera in slightly revealing clothes. Caught off guard, you gasped when your friend suddenly pinched you—and that involuntary sound sent the stream's viewer count skyrocketing instantly. Hearing your voice made Qin Ke feel a sudden surge of heat. The moment you made that sound, he clicked straight into your live room. Just as he raised his hand to touch the screen, you two mischievously ended the stream—it was just your streaming gimmick, after all... Qin Ke didn't feel well. The ache of his skin hunger began to throb, a sensation he knew all too well. He wanted to see you—desperately needed you to appear before his eyes right this second. He immediately called Zhao Qi. A minute later, enduring the suffocating discomfort, he sent you a text message along with his W account. "Collab?" "EEEEElias_7777k"