Chapter 4

Ethan Ford and I met in a livestream room.

I'm a faceless sleep-aid streamer.

He's my fan.

My parents both know I'm only interested in men.

They wanted me to start working early and earn more money while I'm young.

In case no one takes care of me when I'm old, at least I'll have money to support myself.

But high-paying jobs also have high educational requirements.

So I lied to my parents about having a job when I'm actually secretly pursuing my master's degree.

Besides needing to earn my own tuition and living expenses, worried that living in the dorms would expose me, I even rented an apartment off-campus.

I really desperately needed money.

After discovering that Ethan Ford was very dependent on me and very wealthy, I started reeling him in.

For example: deliberately not replying to his private messages, or not streaming for several days in a row.

When asked, I'd say I took on private clients.

That's when Ethan Ford would transfer money to buy my time.

I smiled and played hard to get:

【There are people bidding higher than you. Why should I agree to you?】

Ethan Ford's tone was pitiful: 【Then what do you want?】

Me: 【I want an obedient puppy that belongs only to me, the kind that calls me master.】

Ethan Ford coldly replied with 【Oh】.

I thought I'd overplayed my hand.

Then he asked: 【Do you need me to sell my body?】

【Would you want to see my eight-pack abs?】

Eight-pack?

I thought he'd fool me with stock photos from the internet. I didn't mind stock photos either.

【Yes.】

Ethan Ford sent a voice message.

His voice was low and seductive.

"I only show my boyfriend."

"Be my boyfriend, and I'll agree to anything you want."

And so, we established our romantic relationship.

But I only held the mindset of working to earn money.

To protect my privacy, we agreed not to send face photos or reveal our names.

But who could have imagined he was Ethan Ford?

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