"Ryan, what are you laughing at?"
At this mont, Yana had just finished showering and walked out, wearing a silk camisole nightgown. Even without makeup, she was still stunningly alluring.
A true beauty is undeniably captivating. The allure of a freshly showered beauty was intoxicating, each glance brimming with temptation.
"Nothing much, just chatting with the group. I recently registered a TikTok account, and I enjoy chatting with them," Ryan said with a light chuckle.
Yana walked over. The air conditioning in the living room was quite cool. Hearing this, she felt a little nervous and imdiately sat down on the sofa, leaning into Ryan's embrace.
Curious, she peeked at the group chat on his phone. To her surprise, it was filled with childish banter, even more immature than the group chats from their school.
It was entirely different from her concern—that so won might be trying to seduce the man she had set her sights on.
Yana couldn't help but ask, "Ryan, what kind of group is this?"
Ryan hugged her waist tightly, pulling her closer into his arms, and generously showed her the chat interface.
"It's just a casual chat group. All the mbers are guys who gave gifts on TikTok."
"It's purely private, not so guild or managent company. It's just a group of people who gather and chat when they're free."
"I registered this new account today, and they invited in. I figured I'd chat with them since I had nothing else to do."
Hearing this, Yana started to think.
If this was a newly registered account and he had already attracted such attention, could it an that he had a max-level account in the past but had abandoned or deactivated it?
The idea made perfect sense to her. Considering how low-key Ryan had been during their three years in college, perhaps the only place he could truly express himself was online, where no one knew his identity.
Perhaps that was his real circle—not the ivory tower where everyone dismissed him as a lowly follower.
As she was lost in thought, Ryan hand wandered, slipping into the neckline of her nightgown. Without the barrier of a bra, he began to explore her soft, ample curves without restraint.
Yana let out a seductive moan, leaned against Ryan chest, glanced at the chat interface, and asked, "They're all guys?"
Ryan laughed. "That's right. Since they're all n, they can chat without holding back."
"Hey, hey, back to the main topic. Poor Guy's account is only level 49. What are we going to do about breaking the group rules?"
"Yeah, Emperor, step up and say sothing, or we'll kick him out."
"I told you, just bring the Emperor out and flick his little bird. Why is everyone making this so complicated?"
It was still a playful tone, but Yana's eyes lit up as she looked at the chat.
Level 49... That's soone who's spent 300,000 on TikTok. To put it bluntly, soone at this level could dominate any livestream, even those of top-tier strears with tens of millions of followers.
But in this group of over a hundred people, level 49 was actually looked down upon. Most importantly, they ntioned it was a newly registered account. This was a circle beyond her reach.
Emperor: "What the hell, enough already. Brother Poor Guy, send the gifts!"
Ryan burst out laughing, clearly understanding their ga, and said, "Yana, looks like I'll need to spend so money on sending gifts."
Hearing this, Yana imdiately felt a bit nervous, but she quickly softened her expression and smiled sweetly. "Brother Ryan, I only have the hundreds of thousands you used for gifting. Will that be enough?"
Ryan looked at her, slightly taken aback, then kissed her on the lips and said with a grin, "Hundreds of thousands? You're much more generous than . You'll have to support in the future."
Yana was also a bit surprised. After all, there were at least level-50 mbers in this group, and even so max-level big shots. How much would a gift need to be?
Under her dumbfounded gaze, Ryan tapped on the amount and sent out a ten-dollar gifts split among five people.
It was snatched up instantly...
"Thanks, Brother Poor Guy, for your generosity."
"Thanks, Brother, for covering my living expenses for a year. Brother, no need to say anything. I'll book a room and wait for you tomorrow."
"Brother, don't trust him. This guy has no manners and zero service attitude."
"Screw you, as if you're great just because you have hemorrhoids? What, the bleeding works as lubricant now?"
"Do you guys have no sha? All of you, get lost. Brother Poor Guy, please just pee in my mouth..."
"Pfft!" Yana couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Ryan, are your friends always this funny when they hang out?"
"This bunch of guys? Yeah, they're pretty much like this," Ryan said, his hand still fondling her breast. With a hint of warmth in his voice, he added, "In reality, everyone has their own pressures, but between n, getting along can actually be pretty simple."
"That's really nice. I'm a bit envious."
Compared to the situation in the girls' dorm where four people would create five separate groups, Yana was genuinely moved.
These big shots, each of whom had spent at least five million in disposable inco, could still have fun over a ten-dollars. It was a kind of joy and romance that won might never understand—sothing that belonged purely to n.
"What kind of business does Brother Poor Guy do?"
Finally, soone brought it up. Even though the group seed to be all fun and gas, there were still people trying to seek so benefits within it.
The Emperor imdiately interjected: "Don't pry into Poor Guy's business. If he wants to share, he'll share."
"At least he's not part of any guild or a talent agency. He simply started watching streams because of a woman he likes—he just didn't want to see her being bullied."
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