Doesn’t that mean you’re just handing them points?

Sure enough, the opponent immediately showed their hand, two kings with four twos, cards looking impressively neat. Her teammate probably thought, "Xia Siyu clearly has a bad hand but insists on being the landlord and even doubles up, dragging me down and losing points," and kept throwing virtual tomatoes at her out of frustration.

Is Xia Siyu someone who would take that lying down? She immediately bought dozens of buckets and fiercely poured water over her teammate’s head.

At the end of the game, the landlord was left feeling quite lonely after all the explosions, while Xia Siyu and her teammate were heatedly engaging each other. When the game was over, Xia Siyu lost three million beans in a grand and stirring defeat.

When Bo Yan asked her, she shamelessly replied, "I just completed a multi-million deal."

It was indeed millions, but merely fun beans.

Bo Yan chuckled, Xia Siyu’s fighting spirit remained undaunted; she turned and bought several million beans anew, ready to jump back into the fray. After a few rounds, she started feeling a bit sleepy, and she leaned directly against Bo Yan: "I want to sleep."

"Alright, you sleep."

Xia Siyu added, "I want to eat some mandarins."

"You’ll have some to eat when you wake up."

Just as Bo Yan finished speaking, Xia Siyu leaned against his shoulder and instantly fell asleep. Bo Yan wasn’t surprised at all, he carried her softly and put her back into bed. Xia Siyu didn’t demand to continue cuddling him but instead turned over to hug a stuffed animal, sleeping soundly.

Once Xia Siyu was asleep, Bo Yan started tidying up the dining table, gathering the leftover meal boxes and putting them away neatly. He carried them to the disposal area outside, waiting for the designated personnel to handle them, and took a little time to tidy up the room.

During quarantine, hotel cleaning staff couldn’t come daily for upkeep, they could only change bed linens every five days; most housekeeping needed to be guest-managed. Once he had cleaned up, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat in the living room, opening a book, sipping coffee, and reading. He seemed like a full-time housewife enjoying afternoon tea after finishing housework.

Previously on the program recording, Xia Siyu also had such experiences of sleeping through the afternoon. At that time, Bo Yan wasn’t in quarantine and could either cook dinner, handle business affairs, or take a stroll outside; but now, in quarantine, he couldn’t leave and could only continue reading.

Initially, the live chat bubbles were a mess, with some hardcore fans flinging insults, others stirring up drama, and of course, some onlookers watching the spectacle. However, upon seeing this, a group of people began to feel envious. Bo Yan had just meticulously tidied up, and his movements were so adept that it could be seen he regularly did such tasks. Whether he was staging or being candid, he truly knew his stuff.

The onlookers began leaving comments:

"Totally fell apart; my husband wouldn’t even pick up a spilled soy sauce bottle."

"Whenever my husband comes home, it’s like he’s covered in ten-grade injuries, lying on the couch playing games all day, wishing someone would feed him his meals."

"I was on a business trip for a month; the house became a pigsty, yet my husband was smugly proud of how well he was living. Good grief."

"When my boyfriend was pursuing me, he’d pick me up downstairs from the dorm every day, buying me fruits, being so attentive. But once he won me over, it turned into me buying things for him, and he’s never bought anything since."

All words culminated into one sentence: envy for Xia Siyu. Finally, it morphed into complaints about one’s own husband/boyfriend.

The camera, filming Xia Siyu sleeping and Bo Yan reading, then shifted focus to other groups. That couple from Taiwan was shown, and they had a child, which involved online schooling sessions, supervising study tasks, etc. There was also the group with the Canadian musician, fully equipped with guitars and bass, starting an impromptu jam session.

Clearly, to gain screen time, everyone was pulling out all the stops.

At five in the afternoon, when Xia Siyu awoke, she had a brief freshening up; Bo Yan was still in the room reading. Upon hearing movement, he got up, "Awake now."

Xia Siyu responded with an "Mm," and then pulled open the living room curtains.

This suite directly faced the harbor. Around five or six in the afternoon was when cruise ships returned. In the distance, the sea met the sky; nearby at the docks, crowds bustled and below was a park. Not far off lay Hong Kong’s bustling city center. Bathed in the glow of the sunset, everything seemed wrapped in a warm yellow coat.

The beauty was indeed breathtaking; however, there seemed to be a slight discord that viewers also started to perceive, yet couldn’t quite put into words.

That evening, the mandarins Xia Siyu had been longing for finally arrived, yet she only ate a few; for dinner, she had soup and snacked casually on some things, and her sleepiness returned. Originally the livestream ended at nine, but by about eight-thirty, she already felt dazed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The idea that she and Bo Yan were about to engage in inappropriate screen time seemed apparently not the case. Xia Siyu’s demeanor was more reminiscent of physical discomfort. Despite their intimacy, there was no detectable SEX tension.

After the livestream concluded, people speculated:

"Is Xia Siyu sick?"

"Now that you mention it, it seems possible. She’s quieter this time, almost like her soul was replaced."

"Oh my gosh, do you think she’s caught the virus?"

"You fool, why not say she’s pregnant instead?"

This speculation quickly gained excessive likes and rose to the top of the comment section. Drowsiness, ravenousness — aren’t these classic pregnancy symptoms?

Initially, it was just idle chatter among viewers, but somehow word spread to forums, then to Weibo, and was picked up by PR accounts, eventually becoming omnipresent everywhere.

That evening, the mandarins Xia Siyu had been longing for finally arrived, yet she only ate a few; for dinner, she had soup and snacked casually on some things, and her sleepiness returned. Originally, the livestream ended at nine, but by about eight-thirty, she already felt dazed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The idea that she and Bo Yan were about to engage in inappropriate screen time seemed apparently not the case. Xia Siyu’s demeanor was more reminiscent of physical discomfort. Despite their intimacy, there was no detectable SEX tension.

After the livestream concluded, people speculated:

"Is Xia Siyu sick?"

"Now that you mention it, it seems possible. She’s quieter this time, almost like her soul was replaced."

"Oh my gosh, do you think she’s caught the virus?"

"You fool, why not say she’s pregnant instead?"

This speculation quickly gained excessive likes and rose to the top of the comment section. Drowsiness, ravenousness — aren’t these classic pregnancy symptoms?

Initially, it was just idle chatter among viewers, but somehow word spread to forums, then to Weibo, and was picked up by PR accounts, eventually becoming omnipresent everywhere. This speculation quickly gained excessive likes and rose to the top of the comment section. Drowsiness, ravenousness — aren’t these classic pregnancy symptoms?

Initially, it was just idle chatter among viewers, but somehow word spread to forums, then to Weibo, and was picked up by PR accounts, eventually becoming omnipresent everywhere.