The moment the stream ends, the room suddenly falls silent.

The fill light that was still on just now now leaves only a faint white glow. The water cup on the table hasn’t been put away, tissues are beside the keyboard, my jacket was casually tossed over the chair back, and even the panties I just changed out of are temporarily left by the bed.

The whole room is a mess, but I have no mood to tidy up.

I just sit barefoot on the edge of the bed, toes touching the cold floor. The high heels I wore throughout the stream have long been kicked under the table, leaving faint marks on my ankles, as if reminding me that the passion from earlier hasn’t truly ended.

I pick up the water cup and take a sip; water trickles down the corner of my lips.

A drop slides across my chin and lands on my collarbone.

I quickly wipe it away with a towel, yet I don’t know why I suddenly feel nervous. Clearly there’s no one else in the room, and no one knows this messy state I’m in after the stream.

Except you.

The phone screen lights up for a moment.

“Stream over?”

I stare at your message without replying right away.

Because I don’t want you to know that right now I’m wearing an oversized top, clothes scattered around my legs, soles pressed against the floor, yet my mind is full of you.

I especially don’t want you to know that during the stream earlier, there were several moments when I was actually thinking—

If you were just outside the camera, watching my swaying toes, watching my ankle that accidentally showed, would you realize I’m actually a little distracted? I tuck my feet into the shadow by the bed, as if hiding a secret that shouldn’t be seen.

But after a while, I can’t help but slowly stretch them out again.

The phone vibrates once more.

“Why no reply?”

I bite my lip and snap a photo.

The frame shows no face, only messy sheets, panties, toys, and the foot I deliberately left by the bed.

The panties are half-hidden by clothes, subtly reminding you that this is a scene that only appears after the stream ends.

I send it, then immediately regret it.

Want to unsend, but it’s already too late.

You reply quickly:

“Luna, the way you are now—what are you trying to tell me?”

I curl my toes slightly and reply, pretending to be calm:

“Nothing at all.”

Yet I know you won’t believe it.

Because some secrets don’t need to be spoken.

As long as you see my untidy room, the messy aftermath still not cleaned up, and those restless feet hiding in the shadows, you’ll understand—I didn’t rest right after the stream.

Instead, I secretly thought about you for a long time.

So long that even I don’t dare to admit it.

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