The man's eyes were filled with darkness, and he spoke with a playful tone, "What bad things have you done? Why are you so cowardly when you see me?"

Li Yuan naturally felt guilty when she thought about him discovering her livestream in women's clothing. However, she still held onto a glimmer of hope and denied it in a muffled voice, "No, I didn't do anything."

Realizing that he was now firmly restrained by Cui Linyuan, the man's face was almost touching his.

With every breath, he could smell the light scent of cedar from the other person.

"Nothing?"

As soon as Cui Linyuan finished speaking, his long, slender hands began to rummage around on Li Yuan's bed, turning her over from time to time.

"What are you doing? Why are you rummaging around? Don't touch me!"

Li Yuan's voice is sweet and soft. Even when she is angry, it sounds tingling and numb to men's ears, like some kind of coquettish interest.

"Oh, I found it."

The man at this moment was like a ferocious beast that had captured its prey.

Along with the intimate sneer, the laziness and playfulness on Cui Linyuan's face made Li Yuan's heart beat wildly.

A strong and powerful hand picked up a black skirt, which was the one Li Yuan had taken off after the live broadcast and thrown on the bed.

Cui Linyuan raised his narrow peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a half-smile, but more of it was a strange and cold look.

"Can you explain what this is?"

Li Yuan saw that the skirt she had not had time to hide was now held in Cui Linyuan's hand.

She was suddenly ashamed and frightened, and her fair little face turned pink in an instant.

Li Yuan wanted to grab it, but Cui Linyuan grabbed both of her wrists and pressed them over her head, completely depriving her of any chance of resistance.

More passive.

Seeing the man staring at him intently, he could only reply softly, "This, this is a skirt."

Cui Linyuan was in high spirits and asked again, "Whose skirt is it?"

"Yes..." Li Yuan was about to lie and say that it belonged to Xiao Zhu, but then she remembered that 009 had told her that Actor Cui had already discovered the live broadcast, so he must have known that the skirt was the one he had just worn.

So I had to tell the truth dejectedly, "It's my skirt."

It's as thin as a mosquito or fly, and you can't hear it at all unless you listen carefully.

"Yeah?"

Cui Linyuan sneered, threw away her skirt, and lay down on her side.

He stretched out his broad palm and clasped the back of Li Yuan's head, letting him lean on his neck. The suddenly shortened distance made the two people's breaths intertwined, and ambiguity filled the air.

"Oh...little boy, so this is your skirt?"

He unconsciously softened his tone, just like coaxing a child.

"You're a boy, you like to wear skirts, and you even do a live broadcast where you twist your waist and dance for others to watch.

Are you very proud that a group of people in the live broadcast room call you their wife?

Are you a pervert?"

The man's cold voice, coupled with his ghostly tone, was simply chilling. Coupled with his wanton teasing, Li Yuan was completely stunned.

Before he could refute, he felt Cui Linyuan's soft and warm lips biting his earlobe, his tone cold:

"Little pervert, do you like wearing women's clothes and being someone else's wife so much?

How about you try being my wife tonight?"