But Qiu Chi is actually drawing fan art of himself and Jun Xiao!
“If Yu Qiuchi comes, we’ll lose too much money. Your Qiuchi’s wife won’t get much money! The contract will have to be rewritten!” Yan Qing said jokingly, “We’ll just ride on his coattails.”
Why can't my wife access the tipping system?
"Because your Director Zhou won't allow it!"
[Assassinate Director Zhou!]
[Add one]
After negotiating with Yan Qinghe via voice chat, he finally connected with Yu Qiuchi via voice chat.
"Huh? What's this?" Yu Qiuchi looked at the live chat application notification on the screen with some confusion.
[It's from Yan Qing's side!]
[Haha, he was encouraged by his fans to do a live stream with his wife!]
Yu Qiuchi looked at the dark night scene outside, stretched, submitted the manuscript, and then confirmed the live stream connection.
"By the way, to that fan who calls me the sweetest CP in the world, don't confirm receipt of the manuscript yet. We'll contact you privately on Weibo later to send you the short animation, and then you can confirm." Yu Qiuchi put down her little bun.
"I'm too tired to work anymore, time to balance work and rest!" Yu Qiuchi took a bottle of cola from the refrigerator, opened it, and said, "Slow down the comments, I can't see them!"
"Qiu Chi! Are you finished drawing?" Yan Qing asked, looking at Yu Qiu Chi on the screen, who was lazily answering fans' questions while holding a Coke bottle.
"I'm done drawing." Yu Qiuchi finished the whole can of cola and then threw it into the trash can.
[Amazing picture! Slurp!]
[Wow, check Weibo! The main person in charge has announced it!]
[You Junchi CP fans are really enjoying yourselves, I'm even tempted to become a fan myself!]
The image has an anime/manga style, evoking a sense of decadent luxury. Yu Qiuchi is pinned down on Gu Xiaojun's abs. Gu Xiaojun's collar is wide open, a silver coin is dangling from his mouth, and his large abs are adorned with red rose tattoos and unidentified water stains.
Yu Qiuchi's slender waist was blocked by Gu Xiaojun's large hand. Yu Qiuchi's lips were very bright and glistening with moisture. They were on the sofa in front of the gambling table...
There are no problems with the human body, lighting, or spatial arrangement; it's simply brimming with sexual tension.
"How do you play this?" Yu Qiuchi looked curiously at the small circles with names on the opposite screen.
Yan Qing thought for a moment: "Voice room, simply put, is where you request songs using gifts. Well, I don't really know much about it either..."
The people on the mic quickly welcomed Yu Qiuchi and explained the rules.
"Hello!"
"Spring Tide Pavilion?" After greeting them, Yu Qiuchi read out their hall name: "Spring tide brings rain, late and urgent... Hmm~ This name sounds so familiar... I think I know your boss, it's..."
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