Su Yaoyao was nestled cozily on the wide, soft bed. She was gently wrapped in fluffy covers, and the warmth of it all left her feeling utterly content.

’Finally got rid of that clingy Leon,’ she thought. ’Now I can finally get some proper rest.’

Just then, her Light Computer suddenly let out a crisp "DING-DONG~" The notification sound shattered the tranquility of the room.

She lazily reached out, opened her Light Computer, and saw a pop-up on the screen: "Lucy, whom you follow, is now live."

Su Yaoyao had always loved watching livestreams. In her free time, she often bounced from one stream to another.

At that moment, a spark of curiosity flared to life within her, and her eyes gleamed with excitement.

’What are Beastman livestreams like?’

Driven by curiosity, she eagerly clicked the link to the stream.

As the video slowly loaded, a mysterious and bewitching scene greeted Su Yaoyao’s eyes.

Though it was a bright, sunny day outside, the room in the stream was as dark as night. The dim color palette veiled the scene in mystery, making it all the more intriguing.

In the center of the screen sat Lucia, dressed in a wine-red bathrobe.

The robe hung loosely on his frame with the collar wide open, revealing a large expanse of his firm, glistening chest. The lines of his muscles were faintly visible, giving off a wild yet captivating aura.

His eyes were covered by a black lace blindfold. It was thin but exuded mystery, offering a faint, tantalizing glimpse of his golden pupils.

His long, fiery-red hair was casually draped over one shoulder like a blazing flame, adding to his bewitching charm.

Su Yaoyao’s gaze was instantly glued to him. ’He’s so alluring,’ she thought, ’practically a male siren!’

Lucia’s handsome brows rose as if he’d spotted his prey. A smile curled his lips. "Welcome to the stream, sweetheart. Care to chat?"

Lucia had noticed Su Yaoyao the moment she entered the stream. After all, a default avatar like hers was rare, and her username was especially long.

Su Yaoyao froze. ’Is he talking about me?’

Lucia chuckled and read her ID aloud—a long, jumbled string of numbers.

That’s when Su Yaoyao knew for sure he was talking to her.

But when she typed out a few words with her pinky, they wouldn’t send. She slapped her forehead—she’d forgotten that she hadn’t registered her account or completed the real-name verification.

Other comments were still flying across the screen:

[Blazing Warhorse: Lucy’s look today is absolutely killer!]

[Flying Fish: That voice! It’s enough to get your ears pregnant!]

[Lucy’s Dog: Hey! The person with the jumbled mess of numbers for a name, why aren’t you saying anything? Lucy called on you, that’s so rude!]

Su Yaoyao pouted at the comments. ’I want to talk to the handsome guy too, you know,’ she grumbled internally, ’but I can’t send any messages!’

Lucia’s brow furrowed slightly. While the fan was trying to defend him, he didn’t appreciate such coarse language. ’This one needs a little training,’ he thought.

He lifted his chin slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as they parted.

"Hush now, Lucy’s Dog. We don’t bully newbies here, hmm?" He deliberately enunciated the name "Lucy’s Dog" with a clear, playful bite, his tone a mix of intimacy and teasing, as if he were playing a fun game with his audience.

The moment he spoke, the chat exploded. The already lively stream of comments became a torrential flood as fans rushed to respond.

Some spammed chains of heart emojis to express their love for Lucia, while others sent messages like, "Listening to Lucy, no bullying newbies!" to show their support for the streamer.

[Lucy’s Dog: Understood! WOOF WOOF WOOF! Master, please scold me some more!]

Watching this, Su Yaoyao suspected this simp was a total masochist.

Still, she had to admit it. Lucia radiated an extreme, bewitching allure, as if he could effortlessly captivate anything and everything in the world.

’So beautiful!’ she thought. ’Especially his...’

Su Yaoyao’s eyes went wide, glued to the screen. She stared at Lucia’s pale chest, unable to get enough of the view.

Seeing many people sending small gifts, Su Yaoyao curiously opened the gift menu. She tapped one at random, and to her surprise, the gift was sent successfully!

What Su Yaoyao didn’t know was that Bai Lian had linked his own assets to her account to make it convenient for his female to shop. He just never expected the first charge would be for a gift to a live streamer.

Lucia’s eyes crinkled into a smile. "Thank you for the Fox Fire Lantern, sweetheart. In return, I’ll dance for you."

Lucia’s voice was deep and magnetic. It carried an invisible magic that seemed to worm its way right into Su Yaoyao’s ears.

As he spoke, he reached out and slowly, tantalizingly untied the belt of his bathrobe. The motion caused the stream of comments to scroll by in a frenzy.

[AHHHH, LUCY IS TOO SMOOTH!]

[WHO CAN RESIST THIS? I’M GOING TO FAINT!]

Su Yaoyao watched the screen, a bundle of nerves and anticipation, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on her blanket. She didn’t dare blink, afraid she might miss a single detail.

Lucia stood up. As the exotic-sounding music began to play, his body began to move with a light, fluid grace.

The wine-red bathrobe billowed with his movements, occasionally revealing his firm abs and the elegant V-line of his hips, drawing continuous screams from the viewers.

Suddenly, a pair of fluffy, crimson fox ears popped out from atop his head. They twitched playfully to the rhythm, adding to his mysterious air.

From behind him, nine matching crimson fox tails unfurled. They swayed, thick and powerful, pushing the atmosphere of the stream to a boiling point.

Lucia’s gaze remained locked on the camera, his golden eyes seeming to pierce through the screen and meet Su Yaoyao’s.

Su Yaoyao felt as if her heart had been struck. ’Who could possibly resist this?!’

He was so captivating that her breathing grew short and ragged, her cheeks burning hot as fire.

’I can’t take it! I can’t take it!’

Su Yaoyao sniffled. She felt like she was on the verge of another nosebleed, but she couldn’t bear to look away.

As the music drew to a close, Lucia’s movements slowed, and he ended the dance with an elegant pose.

Lucia retracted his fox ears and tails, then sat back down in front of the camera.

He was panting slightly, his forehead dotted with fine beads of sweat. His pale chest rose and fell rapidly—a very pleasant sight to behold.

"I’m just an amateur streamer, so I’m not a very good dancer. Please don’t hold it against me, sweetheart."

His sexy voice, mingled with his soft panting, was utterly soul-stealing.

The comments in the chat flew about like a snowstorm, filled with phrases like "That was incredible," "What kind of divine dance was that," and "I think I’m going to die from how charming he is."

Special effects from all sorts of gifts flashed continuously, decorating the screen in a riot of color.

Lucia gave a bewitching smile. He was a born dancer; his claim of not being very good was, of course, just for show.

A pity, though, that he still hadn’t managed to coax a response out of the user with the default account.

’Did she not like the dance?’