[Tongtong, have you ever spent time with a three-year-old child?]
Sometimes I think that he's not actually that stupid.
Qi Qi said.
The boy's clear, bright eyes drew closer to Long Xiaofan, meeting his gaze for less than two seconds, his eyes holding a hint of pleading.
"Xiao Fan..."
Long Xiaofan excitedly wrapped his arms around Qi Qi's waist and kissed him, his movements like an impatient dog, constantly kissing and licking Qi Qi's face and lips, completely forgetting how he had been waiting for Qi Qi to kiss him yesterday.
Qi Qi thought to himself: [Wow, look, is a three-year-old really this smart? He learned to kiss faster than I did!]
The system asked suspiciously, "[I don't interact much with the children who have served the hosts; they usually handle the tasks themselves... Long Xiaofan does seem a bit off.]"
[Host, wait for me. I need to go back and sift through the world data again. Please observe carefully.]
After leaving those words, the system hurriedly left.
Qi Qi roughly understood what it was saying, but there was something more attention-grabbing right now.
Perhaps it was Qi Qi's glance that stimulated Long Xiaofan, who kept shoving like a pig into a cabbage. Qi Qi was held tightly in his arms, his body was controlled, and he was enveloped in heat. Before he could refuse, he was temporarily captivated.
Long Xiaofan was indeed clever. In just two tries, he learned how to please Qi Qi. Moreover, he cleverly put his own needs last, so that even if Qi Qi refused again, he would have little strength left.
Qi Qi really liked it.
It would be even better if my legs didn't hurt.
...
When Qi Qi's personal assistant from the film crew came back, Long Xiaofan was carrying a basin of water out of the room and splashing it outside. He was shirtless, and his dark skin and strong muscles were very imposing.
His expressionless face and his toothy grin are two completely different extremes. People who know him well won't talk to him much, and people who don't know him well will also feel that he is not someone to mess with when they see his physique, so they won't give him a second glance.
In fact, Long Xiaofan is exceptionally good-looking, so good that it's hard to imagine that he grew up in this small mountain village.
Long Xiaofan glanced at him. Due to the crew's regulations, this assistant did not stay by Qi Qi's side during the mission. He just smiled at him in a friendly manner and then paused for a moment on his face: "Xiaofan, I've come to talk to Young Master Long about something."
What I'm talking about is, of course, the incident from this morning. About ten people died at once, and the matter quickly escalated. The town police are about to send people to investigate.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the lightning strike was unusual and happened to be detected by special national equipment located several mountain peaks away, attracting official attention.
The production team was then notified to temporarily suspend the broadcast for two days for investigation. They would need to see the results of the investigation over the next two days before deciding whether to continue filming the live stream in Xiaoshui Village or shut down the live stream altogether and release the final cut directly on the platform.
Qi Qi hadn't participated in many group activities anyway; his assistant came to inform him and then left.
The fact that the show stopped broadcasting didn't cause it to lose popularity; instead, it sparked a lot of discussion among netizens.
—A farming livestream had so many viewers, and you're suddenly canceling it? Don't you care about the viewership? Don't you want to be famous anymore?
—Did everyone see that lightning this morning? Holy crap, it was like special effects, it brightened the whole sky! I almost suspected the crew was making a movie!
—This is the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, a high-grade lightning tribulation. Only when a genius appears in the world will it mean that a highly talented fellow cultivator who is about to break through his cultivation level is undergoing tribulation!
—Does immortal cultivation really exist in this world?! Are there really UFOs in outer space? Is the Loch Ness Monster real?!
—A bunch of chuunibyou. There was very little spiritual energy in the apocalypse. Even if there was, how could billions of people cultivate enough?
—None of you believe in gods or immortals. Don't wait until the real apocalypse, when you're all flying in the sky on swords while I'm the only one running on the ground.
—After my ancestor ascended to heaven yesterday, he appeared to me in a dream and said, "Don't ascend! Don't ascend! There's no air in the upper realm, it's full of corpses, and my ancestor can hardly breathe!"
Wow, the comments section is truly eye-opening.
After hearing the notification, Qi Qi drifted off to sleep again, completely unaware of the deep look his assistant gave him on the neck, nor of his shock and hesitation.
He hadn't slept for long when his assistant came back from outside and returned Qi Qi's phone to him. After he left, a video call came in.
Qi Qi groggily pressed the answer button, and a man immediately appeared on the phone screen.
The man was handsome as if cast in stone, exuding the maturity and charm unique to men in high positions. Before he could even speak, he frowned at the camera so close to his face.
"Sleeping?"
The familiar voice chased away Qi Qi's drowsiness by a third. He didn't move, but simply picked up his phone to look at the screen. When he saw the person's face, he woke up even more: "Big brother?"
Long Jingchen, behind the screen, had turned completely furious.
The little boy's pale, flushed face only occupied two-thirds of the screen. His big black and white eyes stared blankly at the screen. The blanket covered his collarbone, and he was not wearing a shirt, so the marks on his collarbone and cheeks, which were probably bite marks, were clearly visible on the screen.
Especially the rough, dark hand beside his rounded shoulder, with prominent veins on the back of the hand and thick calluses on the edges of the knuckles, was kneading his shoulder.
No matter how beautiful it is, you can't ignore the fact that it's a purely male hand.
This is a scene that almost no man would find normal.
Long Jingchen couldn't quite describe the anger he felt when he saw this scene. Was he angrier that his younger brother had so casually and carelessly answered his video call without even realizing it? Or was he angry about something else?
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