Chapter 98: The Risqué Streamer in the Shared Apartment (Part 15)

f and y kept tipping money.

f talked a lot, while y only said one thing before stopping. f kept going nonstop, like a sulky kid who couldn’t let it go.

Shen Ke had no grudge against money. She was happy whenever people tipped her.

But her heart leaned a bit toward f—who had reached out to her first, after all.

Shen Ke coughed twice, then soothed f in a soft voice.

“Top Sis, don’t be mad. You’re one of a kind in KK’s heart. How about a kiss?” As she spoke, Shen Ke puckered her lips slightly toward the camera, looking utterly like she was begging for a kiss.

Fu Enshi fell instantly silent, her ears turning red.

These lips and this chin really looked just like Shen Ke’s.

Realizing she was thinking about Shen Ke again, Fu Enshi pressed her lips tightly together and typed out a message.

[f: Kiss, I’m not mad. I’m just worried KK found a new sis and forgot about me.]

What the hell was she doing, waffling like this?

Fu Enshi tapped into her chat with KK. It was mostly one-sided messages from her—not even qualifying as online dating.

She glanced at KK in the live stream, dressed in that sexy deep V crop top. Fu Enshi’s gaze hardened with resolve. The moment she met KK, she’d confess.

She really liked KK. If anyone else brushed her off, she’d have deleted them ages ago.

At midnight, Shen Ke shut down the live stream. She’d made a ton of money today, and her heart was filled with delight.

After washing up, she slipped into a thin nightgown and lay down on the bed. But the moment she turned off the light…

The air around her turned bitterly cold in an instant.

Shen Ke knew Song Lan was back. Strands of moonlight filtered through the window, adding faint brightness to the pitch-black room.

Where the moonlight fell, a translucent figure vaguely materialized. The light passed straight through her body, shining onto the floor.

Song Lan’s long hair cascaded like a waterfall, her lips blood-red, her black eyes reflecting nothing at all—eerie and chilling. Anyone who saw Song Lan like this wouldn’t doubt for a second that she was a fierce ghost.

Song Lan parted her lips, revealing a scarlet mouth that looked filled with blood.

Midnight—the hour when yin energy peaked.

Shen Ke snorted coldly. “Song Lan, I told you to stay away for a few more days.”

Song Lan didn’t fully manifest. She reached out with icy fingers and gripped Shen Ke’s ankle, then took Shen Ke’s toes into her mouth.

Shen Ke’s face flushed red. She couldn’t refuse.

The thin blanket tented upward. Her skirt hem was pushed up to her collarbone, and Shen Ke lay on the bed, panting softly.

She knew exactly what was coming next, but she couldn’t refuse. She was too addicted to being touched by others.

“Just once today. Got it?”

Her chest flesh caved inward, and Shen Ke’s toes tensed rigid.

It felt so uncomfortable she wanted to cry.

Why was it still so cold—like ice blocks?

Song Lan’s teasing voice echoed through the air. “Little sister Shen Ke, I didn’t see you all day today. Did you miss me?”

Shen Ke curved her hands over her chest and gently bit down on her thumb with her teeth.

She ignored Song Lan.

Song Lan sighed. “I missed you like crazy. You’re the one who broke my fast, after all, little sister Shen Ke.”

The room was pitch black. Shen Ke couldn’t see Song Lan at all. She didn’t even feel any weight pressing down on her body.

But that chill deep inside her was all too real.

Shen Ke’s eyes grew misty and dazed, her voice coming out in broken gasps. “Song Lan, y-you go a little easier.”

Her head was banging against the headboard.

Song Lan giggled. “Nope.”

Shen Ke’s eyes flew wide. She wanted to slap Song Lan across the face—but it was just a fleeting thought. She couldn’t even see her; the slap would’ve hit nothing but air.

Shen Ke let out a coquettish moan. It was too cold, too intense—her whole belly felt chilled to the core.

The sound carried next door, straight to Fu Enshi’s ears.

Shen Ke was at it again.

Fu Enshi lay on her bed, face flushed red. She couldn’t fall asleep at all.

That noise was far too tantalizing.

But tonight it was relatively short. About an hour later, the sounds stopped.

Fu Enshi tossed and turned, unable to sleep until dawn.

The next morning, Fu Enshi headed out bright and early—not for class, but because she couldn’t stay any longer.

She had no idea how to face Shen Ke.

Maybe she should head out for a few days, until she met up with KK.

“Hey, Sis Fu, still spacing out? Class is over.” Li Qinmiao bellowed right next to her.

Fu Enshi snapped back to reality. With an emotionless expression, she turned to Li Qinmiao. “Next time, keep your spit to yourself. You sprayed my face.”

Li Qinmiao rolled her eyes. “I called you three times and got nothing. What were you thinking about? Your online fling?”

Fu Enshi’s eyelid twitched. She denied it. “No.”

Li Qinmiao stood up and grabbed her textbooks. “Getting all tsundere now? If it’s not your online fling, then why are you waiting around all day for replies?”

“I already told you—she’s just stringing you along like a fish on a line.”

“And you’re foolishly throwing money at her.” Li Qinmiao unloaded with relish.

Usually, it was Fu Enshi—the queen of snark—roasting her. Now she’d caught Fu Enshi with her guard down and was making the most of it.

The last time Fu Enshi had asked her for relationship advice, she’d been floored.

Fu Enshi actually needing help with romance? With her looks, people threw themselves at her.

“She hasn’t even sent you many photos. You don’t know what she looks like at all.”

“Probably ugly as sin, with crooked eyes and a wonky mouth.”

Fu Enshi wanted to argue back but couldn’t find the words. She really didn’t know what KK looked like.

She only knew her body and mouth were gorgeous. That was it.

Fu Enshi looked away and said in a low voice, “I’m not the type to focus on looks.”

Li Qinmiao tsked twice. “Right, weren’t you planning to meet up with her?”

“Why not this afternoon? You’re free after three anyway.”

“You said your online fling’s in the same city as you.”

“How convenient. Meet sooner to confirm things and move forward.”

Li Qinmiao’s words made sense—and besides, Fu Enshi was getting impatient to see KK.

Li Qinmiao pulled out her phone, a infatuated smile spreading across her face. “KK’s the best, hehe.” She’d initially thought Fu Enshi was into KK too, but nope—just some random netizen she’d added on Rose.

No taste at all. If she had Fu Enshi’s figure and face, she’d stream on Rose herself and go after KK.

Fu Enshi mulled over Li Qinmiao’s suggestion from morning until noon. Finally, she came around.

She sent a message to KK.

f: [Transfer: 100,000]

f: KK, you free this afternoon? Want to meet? You pick the spot.

kk: Sure.

The moment the reply came in, Fu Enshi lit up with excitement.

Her heart pounded nonstop.

KK had actually agreed!!!

She lost all interest in class. She got a leave from her advisor and headed off campus.

She planned to get her hair and makeup done. She knew her looks were top-tier. If KK saw her all dolled up and pretty, she might just fall for her.

After all, most people did judge by appearances.

After sending the reply, Shen Ke tossed her phone aside, rolled over on the bed, and slept until noon. The house was empty.

Her body felt clean and refreshed—Song Lan had taken good care of cleaning her up.

Shen Ke felt like she was getting addicted.

She couldn’t refuse. She even liked it.

She buried her face in the pillow, annoyed with herself. Damn this fetish—it was turning her into such a perv.

By four in the afternoon, Shen Ke got up and started getting ready.

She was meeting her Top Sis, after all. Had to look cute to keep the tips flowing.

Fu Enshi followed the navigation to a café.

Seeing the familiar stretch of road made her heart race even faster. KK wasn’t just in the same city—she lived super close by.

This was the way back to Shen Ke’s neighborhood.

Fu Enshi checked her phone camera to confirm her makeup and outfit were flawless, then stepped inside.

She’d chosen a tight black long skirt to accentuate her figure and gone with bold, glamorous makeup to look mature and alluring.

Time ticked by, her anxiety mounting.

Her nervous fingers clenched and unclenched repeatedly—until a voice rang out at the door.

“Hello, where’s table five?”

In that instant, Fu Enshi’s heart leaped to her throat.

“Clack, clack, clack—” The sound of little heels drew closer to her spot.

Fu Enshi pressed her lips tightly together.

“Hello, are you Sis f?” A sweet, soft voice sounded right by her ear, carrying a pleasant sweet fragrance.

Fu Enshi turned her head. What met her eyes first were a pair of long, straight legs, followed by tiny shorts.

Just that sight had her ears burning red, her breath catching. She looked up, her gaze sliding past the perky, full chest to take in that pretty, delicate face.

Double eyelids, long lashes, slightly upturned eyes at the corners, red lips against porcelain skin—like a pampered doll cat, her brows and eyes carrying a natural, seductive charm.

Who else could it be but Shen Ke?

In that moment, Fu Enshi’s breath stopped entirely. Her head felt like it was about to explode.

Shen Ke clearly hadn’t expected to see Fu Enshi. Her eyes went wide in shock, and she dropped the fake voice entirely, shouting straight out, “Fu Enshi! What are you doing here?!”

Hearing her own name snapped Fu Enshi back to reality. This confirmed she wasn’t dreaming. The person before her was really Shen Ke.

Not someone who just looked like her—the real deal.

Fu Enshi felt like she was breaking down, her eyes rimming red. In a hoarse voice, she asked, “You’re KK?”

Shen Ke frowned and huffed. “I’m KK. So you’re Top Sis?”

Fu Enshi took a deep breath and clenched her fists tight. “I’m f.” She’d agonized over this for so long, and it turned out KK was Shen Ke.

She didn’t know how to describe the turmoil in her chest—her head spinning dizzier by the second. “Shen Ke, I think we need to talk this out properly.”

Shen Ke glared at her furiously and opened her red lips, blasting away like a little megaphone. “Did you know I was doing this the whole time!”

“You asked me out today just to mess with me?!” The messages had said there were things to discuss.

No need for explanations—one look at their faces said it all. They lived under the same roof, and Fu Enshi was her top tipper, sweetly calling her “sis” every stream.

Yet Fu Enshi hadn’t said a word. So sneaky!

“Fu Enshi, you’re awful! All that ‘niceness’ you showed me was fake! You just wanted to see me make a fool of myself!”

“You’re a nineteen-year-old little kid making me call you ‘sis’ every day—did you think that was hilarious?”

“Fu Enshi, you’re the worst!”

Shen Ke’s voice rose high enough that eyes turned their way from around the café. Truth be told, glances had been flicking toward Fu Enshi ever since she walked in.

A stunning beauty drew looks, after all—but discreet ones. Then Shen Ke arrived.

Thick-heeled little leather shoes, tiny shorts, tight top, skin so white it dazzled, pure and translucent.

Her cute little face was striking, her brows carrying a haughty pride like a beautiful little swan.

Even from afar, a fragrant breeze seemed to waft from her, drawing everyone in. No one could ignore her.

All eyes converged.

Then they heard those words spilling from the mouth of that cat-like beauty.

In an instant, the looks aimed at Fu Enshi turned accusatory.

The woman in the skirt was gorgeous too, but the little cat was way more endearing.

Fu Enshi’s temple throbbed. She shot to her feet, openly irritated for the first time—like back during their first fight.

Her long brows knitted tight. “Shen Ke, what did you say? If I’d known it was you, I never would’ve watched!”

“You’re lazy with a huge temper! What’s there to like?”

“I hate people like you the most!” The words hung in the air, and silence fell.

Fu Enshi’s heart sank. Her fists clenched hard. She hadn’t meant to snap—she was just too worked up.

Why did Shen Ke jump straight to calling her bad? Shen Ke didn’t understand a thing.

She hadn’t known KK was Shen Ke. She really hadn’t.

Fu Enshi’s face paled. She reached out to touch Shen Ke. “Shen Ke, that’s not—”

Slap. Her hand was smacked away hard.

Shen Ke roared fiercely, “Fu Enshi, I hate you too! I never want to see you again!” This was Fu Enshi’s true face. She hadn’t changed at all, exactly the same as during their past arguments.

She always looked at her with disgust and irritation.

“I was so angry but didn’t even say I hated you, yet you said you hated me first. You’re too bad.” Tears already welled up in Shen Ke’s eyes.

Fu Enshi pursed her lips tightly, her mind going completely blank.

It was as if she had suddenly rusted over, and she had no idea how to defend herself.

“You’re so hateful! I thought you had changed and wouldn’t casually bring people back to sleep with anymore, but it turns out you just wanted to watch me make a fool of myself.”

“Fu Enshi, how could you be so wicked, you rotten slag woman!”

“Disgusting!”

Shen Ke ranted nonstop, not giving Fu Enshi any chance to speak. Once she finished, she grabbed her bag and smashed it right into Fu Enshi’s face before turning to leave.

She had arrived with light footsteps but departed with heavy ones, each step brimming with anger.

She was pissed off. Fu Enshi, this little brat! Without a reasonable explanation, she was determined to drive her away! She had plenty of money now anyway!

Fu Enshi clutched the bag to her chest and chased after her on instinct, but as she reached the door, the shop assistant grabbed her.

“Miss, you haven’t paid yet.”