Ji Yanli's big hand climbed up Tao Yuche's waist to the back of Tao Yuche's neck, and then gently pinched it.

Tao Yuche's hands were pressed over his head by Ji Yanli, and his neck was in Ji Yanli's hands. In such a passive state, Tao Yuche shuddered unconsciously, and his voice softened unconsciously, and he said with a hint of pleading:

"Yan...Brother Yan?"

Ji Yanli did not answer, but whispered softly in Tao Yuche's ear through his nose, and then slowly slid his fingers along Tao Yuche's artery.

For some reason, Tao Yuche felt that Ji Yanli now exuded a strong sense of oppression, which made Tao Yuche unconsciously want to retreat.

So Tao Yuche stammered, "Yan...Brother Yan, let me take off my clothes first."

Ji Yanli chuckled softly, his voice low and seductive, and said meaningfully: "Haha, there's no rush to change clothes. I'll teach you how to fly a plane first."

Before Tao Yuche could say anything, his mouth was blocked.

Their hot and soft lips rubbed against each other, their breaths exchanged passionately, and soon Tao Yuche forgot what day it was and collapsed in Ji Yanli's hot arms.

Ji Yanli dragged Tao Yuche to stand, forehead to forehead, breathing heavily, his sanity hanging by a thread, then he took off his clothes and carried him to the bathroom.

Tao Yuche's eyes were blurred, his face pink as he pressed against Ji Yanli, letting the hot water hit his body.

The temperature in the bathroom continued to rise, and Ji Yanli's eyes became deeper as he looked at Tao Yuche.

With his back pressed against the bed, Tao Yuche tried to turn over, but just as he was halfway there, he was turned back over. Ji Yanli leaned over to Tao Yuche's ear and asked, "Who am I?"

Tao Yuche hummed and said, "Yan, Brother Yan."

Ji Yanli lowered his head, bit Tao Yuche's lips and said, "That's not right."

"Is that Mr. Ji? The financial sponsor? Ji Yanli?"

Ji Yanli's hot lips moved from Tao Yuche's mouth to the tip of Tao Yuche's ear, slowly biting and sucking.

"It's still not right."

Tao Yuche was almost crying. What else was there? Who would ask such a weird question at this time?

Finally, after repeated friendly discussions, Tao Yuche finally said the four words "my husband". However, after the four words came out, Tao Yuche did not feel liberated. Instead, Ji Yanli responded more fiercely.

Lying on the bed, Tao Yuche was as motionless as a rag doll.

Tao Yuche appeared calm on the surface but was actually in tears and felt extremely regretful. He never knew that the words "my husband" would have such a big impact on Ji Yanli.

He almost died just now. Ji Yanli, who was completely let go, was really terrifying.

Tao Yuche lay on the bed, groaning and kicking the people around him, "Brother Yan, I'm so hungry."

Ji Yanli thought such a child was so cute.

So Ji Yanli moved his legs, said nothing, and continued to watch the child struggling and trying to kick him again.

Tao Yuche stretched his legs wider, trying to reach Ji Yanli, but accidentally pulled his wound, and retracted it with a hiss.

“Brother Yan!!!”

Seeing Tao Yuche's wound, Ji Yanli quickly went over to check and replied, "I'm here. I've already told someone to do it. Just wait a moment, okay?"

Someone's voice was gentle and doting, but Tao Yuche just felt that this person was very annoying.

At the dinner table, Ji Yanli humbled himself and agreed to countless unequal treaties, and finally coaxed his little ancestor into submission. He thought he could get a loving hug, but someone turned around and left.

Ji Yanli looked at the empty stairs and smiled helplessly.

Tao Yuche returned to the bedroom, hummed softly, and then turned on the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

The number of online users increased rapidly and soon exceeded 100 million.

Tao Yuche extended his hand and greeted, "Hello, everyone, I'm Tao Yuche."

【Ahhhh, baby, you're finally online. Do you know that I've been waiting for you for so long that all the flowers have wilted?】

[Yiren Dada, we're here to report. Oh my god, when will Yiren Dada play games?]

[Wow, now I can show my face while playing games live.]

[Tell me, why is it only airing now? I’ve been waiting so long~]

When Tao Yuche saw this comment and thought about what had just happened, he felt a little shy for some reason and replied impulsively, "Yeah, there was a traffic jam."

As soon as he said that, Tao Yuche wanted to slap himself to death. What a damn traffic jam.

[Hahahaha, baby, your frustration is about to overflow the screen.]

[I'm dying of laughter. I didn't know helicopters could cause traffic jams. I'm not well-educated. Taotao, please don't lie to me.]

【Taotao, why are you blushing?】

[Oh, yes, yes, it's a traffic jam. We all know it.]

Seeing all the teasing, Tao Yuche quickly changed the subject and said, "Let me play games for you. How about live streaming King of Glory?"

[This is hilarious, Taotao. Your change of subject is so careless. When have you ever livestreamed your gaming sessions in your bedroom instead of the game room?]

[Can I still play games if my hands are shaking or not? ]

[Upstairs, please stop driving. Taotao will be offline soon.]

Tao Yuche covered his face, thinking that this generation of fans is so difficult to manage.

[Taotao, I just watched your previous gaming videos. Wow, you're amazing! You're participating in this competition today. Do you want to play professionally in the future?]

Tao Yuche shook his head. "Today was really just a coincidence. We agreed that I would just be a mascot. I never thought I would have the chance to play."

[The mascot is alright, hahahaha.]

[Taotao, Taotao, it's Taotao's husband, is it Mr. Ji? ]

Tao Yuche nodded.

[Wa Qu, it turns out that President Ji had ill intentions towards you back then, and he was making a lot of comments in the live broadcast room, trying to form a couple.]

[By the way, you may not believe this, but this name is exactly the same as one of Taotao's Weibo followers. This fan is very confusing, and we always thought he was a hater, but he's the most ruthless spender on materials. Whenever Taotao has any trouble, he's always involved.]

[It can't be Mr. Ji's second account.]

"It's possible. If it were Mr. Ji, many of his comments would be understandable. This isn't slander at all; it's pure jealousy."

[Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. President Ji seems like a big vinegar jar.]

[So many netizens started digging up gossip from Ji Yanli's secondary Weibo account and shared it with Tao Yuche.]