Chapter 279 – Great God, I heard you’re going to travel a thousand li to deliver (13)
Fang Shi still had a cigarette in his mouth, his words slightly muffled, but that did nothing to hide his good mood.
The livestream chat was dumbfounded. And yet, the person responsible for all this had absolutely no self-awareness.
Yan Luo didn’t feel anything either. She simply took whatever Fang Shi told her to take, following behind the hero he controlled. Even though Fang Shi hadn’t taken anything for himself, also giving up quite a bit of experience, he was still charging ahead like he was on steroids, blocking attacks for Yan Luo, who was just a support.
His plays were god-tier, with a deliberate hint of showboating.
The viewers were utterly confused.
[Even if Brother Luo doesn’t know how to play… you really don’t have to pamper him this much, right? If he accidentally gets killed once, the enemy team’s gonna make a huge profit!]
[I must be watching a fake fs today. I still remember when fs was a pro. He never gave up buffs, and he even had the audacity to leech experience from the enemy! Now he’s handing over buffs and experience? Is this some kind of engagement gift?]
[Didn’t you say that even if she’s your wife, you still wouldn’t give up buffs?!]
[So this means… hehehe 😏.]
[I’ve been saying it all along. There’s something going on between them!]
[What do I do? Just thinking about this is making me so excited!!]
[Wait, are we CP fans about to get official confirmation?!]
Fang Shi accidentally caught a glimpse of the barrage of comments and choked. He turned back to the game screen, staring at the support hero trailing behind him, pressing his lips together slightly.
What the hell was he even doing?
He had just wanted to look out for her a little, and somehow, it had turned into this?
Just as he was thinking that, he saw Yan Luo make a positioning mistake. Without thinking, he lunged forward and spoke up, “Luo, fall back. Their damage output up ahead is too high, you won’t survive it.”
Yan Luo responded with a soft “Mm,” followed by a couple of light coughs.
“Your throat still isn’t better? Go drink some water first—”
Fang Shi : …
He wanted to smack the table.
—Damn it, was he crazy or something?
“Hm?” Yan Luo responded absentmindedly, the soft sound of her fingers tapping on the keyboard coming through the headset. “I’m fine.”
Then, there was the faintest sound of swallowing.
Fang Shi found himself straining to listen. Only when he heard her put down her water cup with a slightly muffled thud did he snap back to reality and realize what he was doing.
Fang Shi : …
His hand hovered motionless for a moment before he admitted defeat.
Fine. Fine. If he cared, then he cared. If he wanted to protect her, then he would. It’s not like there were many people in this world who could stir up his emotions anyway.
So what if he was inexplicably drawn to her voice? Other fans doted on their idols, why couldn’t he dote on her?
He let out a quiet sigh, the corners of his lips pressing together slightly. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and a light chuckle escaped him. The tension that had been in his body the whole time finally eased.
They played a few more rounds, and soon, it was nearing 10 PM.
She should be heading to bed.
Fang Shi glanced at the clock, swiftly securing another kill before speaking without thinking, “Baby, you should go to sleep now—”
Yan Luo : “Huh?”
Fang Shi : …
Why had he relaxed? Why hadn’t he stayed tense?
Why—why had that nickname just slipped out like that?!
What the hell was this nonsense?
The usually arrogant and mischievous Young Master Fang pressed a hand to his forehead, suddenly feeling an existential crisis coming on.