NOVEL NEXT Chapter 159 - 159: Livestream Interactions (3)
Chapter 159: Livestream Interactions (3)
In the dark scene, J-god seemed to chuckle. His well-defined fingers rested on the harp, and his slightly low and hoarse voice sounded.” I’m a little happy today, so play a happy song.””
J-god had always been a cold and aloof person. He rarely spoke in the live broadcast room. Every time, he would go offline after playing the piano or simply say a concluding remark. This was the first time he interacted with everyone. The shock brought by this was imaginable.
After a few seconds of silence, the bullet screen said,”
[F * ck!]
[Oh my god, what kind of noble male voice is this? I’m killed by my brother’s voice.]
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]
[Sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob,]
[Hey! Can you guys be more reserved? Learn from me! [Brother, hurry up and face me!]
J-god started playing the piano after he finished speaking. As he said, he really played a very happy song.
Fu Ting’s mood had also been cured. She was stirred up by the crazy bullsh * t on the bullet screen. She typed two comments and posted them:
[As long as brother plays well, I’ll fall with a hum.]
[Brother’s finger is like an anesthetic needle. Just touching it will make you intoxicated.]
Fifteen minutes later, J God finished playing the song. He did not go offline immediately. Instead, he sent a bullet comment that his fans could see:
[I’m in a good mood today. I’m going to draw a fan interaction.]
The fans were speechless.
[Oh my god! What beautiful day is it today?]
[Ahhhhh, hubby, whack me, whack me!]
[Brother dotes on his fans so much today. The song he plays is so rippling. Could he be in love?]
[I’m not listening to the above comment! I’m not listening! My husband won’t fall in love!]
Amidst the dense barrage of comments, a red prompt box appeared. Congratulations to user @ J-god for sleeping with me today?
Fu Ting was stunned. Wasn’t this her account?
She was chosen to interact with her brother?
!!!!
The fans on the bullet screen who hadn’t been drawn immediately cried out in envy!
J-god paused for a few seconds before sending Fu Ting a private message: [Wait a minute, I’ll go get a glass of water.]
Fu Ting came back to her senses and couldn’t help but jump up and down on the bed.” Ahhh, I’ve succeeded in chasing after a celebrity!”
At the same time, Cen Juan, who was passing by her room door and preparing to go downstairs to get some water, heard the commotion in Fu Ting’s room. He moved to Fu Ting’s door and knocked.
Fu Tingting got up from the bed, controlled her happy expression, and opened the door.
Cen Juan’s slender body was leaning against the door with one hand in his pocket. He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at her casually.
Fu Ting looked up and asked,” Doctor Cen, what’s the matter?””
The man’s dark eyes stared at her for a few seconds before he lowered his eyes and laughed.” Young lady, are you hiding someone in your bed?”
Fu Ting was stunned and shook her head subconsciously.
“Such a big commotion.” Cen Juan’s seductive eyes twitched, and his tone was slightly frivolous.” I thought you were excited because you’re cohabiting with Doctor Cen.”
Fu Ting’s face turned red for a moment and she made up a random excuse.” I was on the phone just now. I’ll lower my voice in the future.”
The girl blinked her eyes, her fair cheeks slightly red, looking very delicious.
His Adam’s apple moved slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, his breath and smile fell into her ear,” Goodnight, little friend.””
Fu Ting closed the door and went back to her bed to look at her computer. The live broadcast room was already dark, and J-god had already gone offline.
Fu Ting slammed the wall angrily. She felt that Cen Juan had wasted her time, so her brother had logged off when it was time.
In the room next door, Cen Juan looked at the computer screen that suddenly went black and had no choice but to lie on the bed and sleep.