Jiang Luo took the gift bag and opened the box inside, causing its contents to spill all over the floor.
Two keys and a gold card bounced on the ground, hitting Jiang Luo’s feet. He was stunned.
Lu Youyi was also stunned. He bent down and picked up the items. “What’s all this? Hey, aren’t these car keys?”
Seeing this, others gathered around with question marks on their faces. “Car keys? What car keys?”
“These are luxury car keys! My second uncle bought one just recently, and the keys look exactly like these. He treasures it and won’t let anyone else touch it,” Lu Youyi said, shocked, then looked at the other key. “This is the key to Shuiquan Villa. Look, it even says ‘Shuiquan’ on it. Jiang Luo, who sent you these? A villa, a car, and a gold card—all complete!”
Jiang Luo’s eyes brightened slightly. He held the keys, flicked the gold card, and examined both sides carefully several times.
Lu Youyi asked, “Who sent it? So much money spent.”
“Didn’t you see? The crows sent it,” Jiang Luo said.
Anyway, free stuff is free stuff. He was determined it came from the crows.
Ge Zhu cried and threw himself onto someone’s shoulder. “Why didn’t any crows send me a car, a house, or money?”
Lu Youyi didn’t find it strange. He slapped his forehead. “Almost forgot—there’s also a red scarf.”
Jiang Luo took the scarf and examined it. He easily recognized it was hand-knitted, the maker’s skill still a bit immature. He shook his head and said firmly, “This isn’t for me.”
Lu Youyi held the red scarf, feeling as if he were holding a hot potato. He didn’t know what to do and said with a headache, “If it’s not yours, then whose could it be?”
Jiang Luo: “Can’t it be for you?”
Lu Youyi was stunned.
The doorbell rang outside. Just as Cyril was about to open the door, Jiang Luo caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, hurried over with quick steps, and opened the door before anyone else.
Outside was the delivery guy. Soon, several large delivery boxes were pushed into the living room.
Lu Youyi’s living room was originally quite spacious, but with these big boxes placed inside, it suddenly felt crowded. The people gathered around, curious, ignored the steaming dumplings and dishes on the table and squatted by the boxes. “What’s this again?”
After the delivery guy had Jiang Luo sign, he left. Jiang Luo took a box cutter and began unpacking the boxes. The first box contained well-made men’s pants with sturdy fabric.
The pants came in all sorts of colors and styles, mostly practical cargo pants and sweatpants for ease of movement. The other two boxes were similar: one full of underwear, the other full of winter anti-freeze gear — socks, masks, scarves, all branded products.
Ge Zhu’s eyes reddened with envy, sighing softly, “Such generosity for New Year — one item here alone is worth more than what I’m wearing.”
Jiang Luo rummaged through the box and found a phone. It was the latest model. He turned it on and saw that the contacts list held only one unfamiliar phone number.
Ye Xun peeked over. “This must be the sender’s number.”
Wenren Lian asked, “Is it Chi You?”
Jiang Luo nodded. “Probably him.”
Ge Zhu said, “Are you going to call and ask?”
Jiang Luo rubbed the phone, stood up, looked at the three boxes, tossed the keys in his hand, and shook his head. “No.”
Ye Xun asked, “Why not?”
“He’s definitely waiting for my call now,” Jiang Luo smiled slightly, meaningfully. “The more like this, the less I can respond. He’s courting me now, but I don’t really want to get back together, no need to give him false hope.”
Ge Zhu thought that made sense. “Then are you going to keep these things?”
“Yes,” Jiang Luo’s lips parted lightly, resolute. “Keep everything as is. We’ll divide them later—anything usable stays with us, anything not usable we’ll sell at a low price at the stall tomorrow.”
Although the things weren’t Ge Zhu’s, he still felt sorry. “Such good stuff sold cheap is such a waste. Besides, what if Chi You gets angry?”
Jiang Luo waved generously. “Better if he gets angry and stops liking me.”
But Ge Zhu had a point — Jiang Luo wasn’t afraid Chi You would be angry, but worried that ordinary people who bought his stuff might get caught in Chi You’s wrath.
“Then let’s just leave it for now,” Jiang Luo went back to the dining table. “Let’s eat first.”
After a sumptuous reunion meal, they stayed inside playing until dark. Around ten o’clock, Kuang Zheng arrived. After celebrating the New Year together, they couldn’t stay up any longer and all went back to their rooms to sleep.
Jiang Luo took a shower and laid on his bed. The phone Chi You had sent was placed by his bedside. He was scrolling on it, not knowing what he’d clicked, when suddenly the screen flickered and Jiang Luo found himself on an adult website.
The site was full of short live videos. More than half of the videos showed girls with sexy, hot bodies, and occasionally a few men.
Jiang Luo frowned, wanting to exit, but below he saw a cover image of a man wearing a suit.
The picture showed only the side of the man. His suit was impeccably worn. The cover showed only the section from throat to waist, plus a hand with a silver ring on distinct knuckles.
Neither the man’s head nor lower body appeared on the cover, which was the exact opposite of other videos.
On impulse, Jiang Luo clicked in.
The live streamer was the same man as the cover. He sat on a large black chair. His suit was clearly expensive, fitting his tall, perfect body without a wrinkle.
Like the cover, the camera showed only part of his body — from chest down to above the thighs.
Even so, the live viewer count was shockingly high. Comments scrolled so fast Jiang Luo couldn’t read them.
Jiang Luo was startled by the number of viewers and then watched curiously to see why this streamer was so attractive.
Unless he performed some chest-smashing stunt, Jiang Luo couldn’t figure it out.
But obviously, he didn’t.
The man’s stream played music. His silver-ringed fingers tapped slowly on his thigh, as if playing a piano piece.
After a while, as if it was time, the man’s fingers casually moved upward. The pure black leather of his waistline appeared. With a “click,” he loosened his belt.
Jiang Luo: “…”
Jiang Luo: “…………”
He suddenly sat up, flipped the phone over, and threw it onto the bed.
D*mn, that streamer’s going to live-stream a m*sturbation session, isn’t he?
What the h*ll is this?!
Jiang Luo suddenly remembered — oh right, this is an adult website.
He sat expressionless for a moment, cleared his throat twice, and calmly picked up the phone again, preparing to exit. This was too wild, he couldn’t take it, absolutely couldn’t.
On the phone screen, the man had only loosened his belt, nothing else untidy.
Jiang Luo couldn’t help but glance again and thought maybe it was understandable why the viewer count was so high.
This faceless streamer had a strong aura, like a black cloud looming overhead. His figure was great, and even dressed so much, he exuded a layer of ambiguous, lowbrow sensuality. His movements, though absentminded, only made him more attractive — the more casual, the more alluring.
More importantly, anyone could tell that this man obviously had an outstanding face, and not showing it only made the audience’s imagination itch unbearably.
The barrage comments reflected the streamer’s charm, exploding even faster. Whether it was a coincidence or not, just as Jiang Luo’s gaze returned to the stream, the streamer lazily resumed undoing his zipper.
Jiang Luo keenly caught this coincidence. He squinted at the streamer’s hand, suspicious because the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. His suspicion deepened. Since he couldn’t see clearly on the live stream, he took a screenshot and zoomed in on it in his photo album.
He zoomed in as much as possible, carefully examining the man’s hand, then glanced back at the barrage comments. The words were blurry but barely legible.
To his shock, countless barrage comments were the same sentence — exactly four characters: “He’s come in.”
Such a strange thing instantly confirmed the streamer’s identity for Jiang Luo.
Jiang Luo never imagined that Chi You would play such a trick. His face darkened; furious, he returned to the live stream.
Sending money and clothes during the day on New Year’s was one thing — but now, at night, he was making Jiang Luo watch him mast*rbate?
The people in the live chat couldn’t be real either; it was obviously a trap set for him.
Jiang Luo typed curse words into the chat box but didn’t send them. His face darkened as he clicked to exit because the malicious ghost disguised as the streamer was getting more and more outrageous.
A surge of nameless rage rose in Jiang Luo’s chest. He pressed the back button hard, only to find the phone acting like it had a virus — he couldn’t fully exit the live stream. “D*mn it.”
He shoved the phone under the pillow and leaned against it, planning to close his eyes and sleep.
His face pressed against the slightly cool pillow, but he realized his skin was a bit hot.
The room’s light was off — as if it knew Jiang Luo had closed the phone. The faint music in the phone stopped and was replaced by the heavy breathing of a man.
— He did it on purpose.
The malicious ghost deliberately made such breathing sounds just for Jiang Luo to hear.
Jiang Luo knew this well, but in the silent night, the breath, like a sandstorm, enveloped him. From that breathing, he could almost imagine what the malicious ghost was doing. Stimulating, suffocating, the deep breaths cut through like a flood. From under the pillow, the breath came to Jiang Luo’s ear; sweat beads seemed to trail down the malicious ghost’s adam’s apple. His brows furrowed then relaxed — sexy yet oppressive.
Jiang Luo pulled out his phone and smashed it hard onto the floor. The phone shattered, and the sounds stopped.
A thin sweat broke out on Jiang Luo’s forehead. He glared at the phone shards with lingering anger, his chest rising and falling faster.
“Crazy b*stard,” he bit his teeth and cursed lowly, “Pervert.”
Not long after the silence, the phone Chi You had sent Jiang Luo rang.
Jiang Luo stared at the phone gloomily, his expression dangerous. After a long moment, he picked up and put the phone to his ear.
No voice came from the other side — just silence. The breathing was still the same, a rhythm every man would recognize.
Jiang Luo gripped the phone tightly, covering his eyes with his other hand. Lying flat on his back, he covered his lips and nose along with his eyes. His palm was hot. Jiang Luo didn’t know how to feel sorrowful as he noticed the changes in his body.
He was aroused.
The malicious ghost’s sounds were right by his ear. Jiang Luo closed his eyes. After a few seconds, his eyelid twitched, and his left hand moved downward.
When he was about to finish, he hung up the phone with a scowl, took care of himself, then ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Half an hour later, the phone rang again. Jiang Luo suppressed his anger for a second and answered. Before he could say a sarcastic word, the other side was silent again.
“What the h*ll are you doing?” he growled viciously.
“You tell me,” the malicious ghost finally spoke, voice low and hoarse, with an unclear tone — maybe pleasure, maybe dissatisfaction.
Jiang Luo raised his voice in disbelief, “You’re doing this again?”
The malicious ghost said, “The last time hasn’t ended yet.”
Jiang Luo was so mad he could barely clench his fists.
I already finished, and you haven’t?
He remained cold-faced and silent. The other side also went quiet. Jiang Luo didn’t know why he didn’t hang up — maybe because he knew it was useless, the malicious ghost would just call again. He closed his eyes. Perhaps due to post-release relaxation, Jiang Luo grew drowsy, half asleep.
Suddenly, the malicious ghost called his name over the phone: “Jiang Luo.”
Jiang Luo snapped awake and opened his eyes. “What?”
“I want to sleep with you.”
Another phone was destroyed on the floor.
…
The next morning, when Wenren Lian got up to wash in the bathroom, he saw Jiang Luo brushing his teeth with dark circles under his eyes.
Wenren Lian was surprised: “What’s wrong with you? You look like you didn’t sleep well.”
Jiang Luo looked at him numbly.
Wenren Lian guessed, “Troubled by Chi You’s pursuit? You don’t want to accept the gifts he sent?”
Jiang Luo: “…He made me listen to him masturbate all night.”
Wenren Lian didn’t hear clearly: “What?”
Jiang Luo wearily waved his hand, unwilling to speak. He rinsed his mouth. Wenren Lian saw blood streaks in the toothpaste foam.
He’s so stressed out.
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