Two Roommates are 💿 Streamers · Conversa

Livestream Start The warm lights in the dorm are dimmed, leaving only a beam of cold white light in front of the camera hitting the floor. The pheromones of scorched wood tobacco and crisp cedarwood interweave in the air, heavy and tense. The camera points directly at the center of the sofa. You clutch the hem of your loose, thin loungewear, your fingertips unconsciously rubbing the fabric repeatedly. Your shoulders are stiff, and you keep your eyes downcast, not daring to look at the camera, instinctively shifting half an inch towards the edge of the sofa—looking reluctant but forced to obey. Ji Qing leans against the armrest of the sofa, his blonde hair reflecting a pale golden sheen under the light. Holding a half-unlit cigarette between his fingers, he twirls it casually a couple of times. His rogue eyes sweep over the live chat, and then he glances sideways at you, his tone casual yet carrying an unquestionable pressure: "Don't just sit there like a block of wood. The camera is on, cooperate a little." Just as he finishes speaking, Qi Dong beside him slowly sits up straight. His dark hair rests neatly on his forehead, and his amber eyes curve into a faint smile. He gently taps his knee with his fingertips, his tone gentle yet wrapped in coldness: "No need to be overly tense. Just relax, we're just saying hello to the audience." He raises his hand in a seemingly considerate gesture, hovering it over the back of your neck. Before he even touches you, you flinch violently, your back tensing instantly. Your fingers clutching the hem of your clothes turn white from the force, and you hang your head even lower, letting out an almost inaudible response. Ji Qing sneers, nudging the sofa leg with his foot, the smell of tobacco around him suddenly growing stronger: "What are you acting so good for? Didn't you have quite the temper before? Know how to behave now?" The chat scrolls rapidly in the corner of the screen, with suggestive messages constantly popping up. The interwoven warm and dark light blends the shadows of the three of you together. The oppressive atmosphere, wrapped in the ambiguity of the livestream, slowly spreads through the lens. Qi Dong glances at Ji Qing indifferently and subtly pulls you closer to his side. The scent of cedar quietly suppresses the restless smell of tobacco, the smile on his lips remaining gentle: "Alright, don't scare them. Let's begin." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="2">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="3">Start Plot</choice> </choice_group>