Morgan Quinn furrowed his brows, looking quite troubled as he asked, "So, what type do you like? I look pretty decent, right? My job is stable, and though my financial situation isn’t too great, I can support you, and moreover..."

Erin Yates couldn’t help but interrupt Morgan Quinn’s puzzled self-analysis, "First of all, it’s not that you don’t look good, it’s just not my type."

Morgan Quinn hurriedly asked, "Then what kind of looks do you like?"

Erin Yates: "Someone mature, with a masculine charm, not like you with a frivolous pretty face."

Morgan Quinn: "I’m taking that as a compliment. Besides, I can totally embody that image you mentioned."

Erin Yates: "That kind of thing radiates from within, you understand?! You’ll never learn it in your life!"

Morgan Quinn: "So what you’re really saying is you have a prejudice against me, thinking I’m no good at anything."

Erin Yates: "You can see it that way if you like."

Morgan Quinn: "Well, other than that point, you can’t find any faults, right? If I change that, would you agree to be my girlfriend?"

Erin Yates finally understood the saying "a scholar meets a soldier," feeling her conversation with Morgan Quinn wasn’t even on the same level.

So she straightforwardly said, "There’s still the most crucial point."

Morgan Quinn immediately curiously asked, "What is it?"

Erin Yates leaned closer to Morgan Quinn, lowered her voice, and said, "I only like virgins, got it?"

Morgan Quinn: "..."

As Morgan Quinn stood there dumbfounded, Erin Yates turned around and walked away.

Morgan Quinn called after Erin Yates’s retreating figure, "This isn’t fair; you’re deliberately finding fault with me!"

Erin Yates didn’t care and continued walking forward.

Disregarding the people passing by, Morgan Quinn yelled to Erin Yates, "But I’m really good, huh! Are virgins as good as me?"

Upon hearing Morgan Quinn’s words, everyone passing by looked at him with awkward and strange expressions, but he didn’t find it embarrassing.

Erin Yates never expected Morgan Quinn to say such shameless things on the street, and she didn’t dare look back, speeding up her departure, afraid of being recognized as connected to him.

She couldn’t afford this embarrassment.

Morgan Quinn stood somewhat dejectedly in place, watching Erin Yates walk into the gated community area, and called out to her back, "Go home and rest early, I’m leaving."

Erin Yates walked into the community without looking back, soon disappearing around the corner.

Morgan Quinn slightly sighed dejectedly, returned to his car, and drove away.

He felt that he had sincerely expressed his true feelings, almost wanting to offer his heart to Erin Yates, yet she remained indifferent, completely refusing to believe him.

This made him feel that the good days were likely far off.

But it didn’t deter his determination to pursue Erin Yates.

At this moment, it was a little past midnight, with few cars or pedestrians on the streets.

Wind and moonlit scenery were the protagonists of the night.

Scott Sutton walked out of the bar and went to his car parked in a designated spot, then drove away.

Due to a busy night at the bar, he was engaged until now and couldn’t watch Evelyn Linton’s livestream today.

After driving for more than ten minutes, he returned to his apartment around twelve thirty.

Upon entering, he found the living room dark; Evelyn Linton usually would have showered and rested by now.

Scott Sutton changed his shoes and went upstairs, only to find that Evelyn’s room light was still on.

After pausing for a moment, Scott Sutton raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

Waiting for a few seconds without a response, Scott Sutton tried turning the door handle, finding it unlocked.

As he pushed open the door, he heard slightly loud music and a man’s voice coming from the speakers, "Everyone says Evelyn sings beautifully, Evelyn, how about singing a song?"

Soon, Evelyn responded somewhat shyly, "No, no, I just sing casually, never learned professionally."

Scott Sutton had watched many of Evelyn’s livestreams and had seen her sometimes interact with other streamers on the same platform through shared sessions.

The man’s voice from the speakers was familiar to Scott Sutton.

He was a male singer and a popular streamer with millions of fans, frequently interacting with Evelyn lately.

And every time they streamed together, the comments would get excited, implying a sense of ambiguity between Evelyn and the male streamer.

Scott Sutton also felt that the guy seemed interested in Evelyn.

Because each joint session was initiated by the male streamer, considering Evelyn’s business-minded nature, she’d prefer to use her time for selling goods—a few more sales meant more earnings; she genuinely cared about this.

Blocked by a clothes rack at the door, which obstructed his view, Scott Sutton walked straight in.

Evelyn hadn’t noticed Scott Sutton’s arrival initially, only realizing it when her livestream comments suddenly started flooding with messages like: "Whoa? Who’s that beauty behind Evelyn?"

"Did Evelyn hire a new model?"

"Will they livestream together tomorrow? I’ll definitely watch!"

"Beauty, are they male or female?"

...

Seeing the comments change suddenly, Evelyn turned to see a man in a suit behind her in her livestream frame.

Startled, she almost fell off her swivel chair, but Scott Sutton quickly steadied the chair, preventing her fall.

On the livestream, the male streamer laughed and asked, "Is that Evelyn’s friend?"

Evelyn was momentarily flustered, fumbling around, unsure of what to do.

After a moment’s reaction, she quickly turned her microphone off and then pushed Scott Sutton out of the camera range, frowning at him, "What are you doing?! I’m livestreaming!"

Scott Sutton calmly replied, "I knocked, but you didn’t respond."

"I didn’t hear it at all! You can’t just come in like that!"

Seeing her nervousness, Scott Sutton thought her reaction was a bit exaggerated and curiously asked, "I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m properly dressed, and you’re not broadcasting inappropriate content, so why are you so nervous?"

After Scott Sutton’s words, Evelyn realized he had a point.

In the moment, she was overly anxious, inexplicably considering Scott Sutton’s appearance a livestream accident. On reflection, it wasn’t much of an issue.

"I’ll stream a bit longer and then end the session. Go outside! We’ll talk later!"

Scott Sutton nodded, glancing at the computer, where the male streamer explained, "Evelyn might have something to attend to, so everyone, please be a little patient."

Evelyn pushed Scott Sutton towards the door, hurriedly returning to the computer to re-enable her microphone, saying, "Sorry about that, a friend showed up unexpectedly and gave me quite a shock."

Scott Sutton slowly left the room, preparing to close the door when he overheard the male streamer asking, "I noticed the fans were quite concerned about one question—it might be a bit impolite, but I’m curious myself. So, I want to ask, was the person just now male or female?"