A streamer fofa faz charme e o magnata já está rendido

Yu Yansui followed the beauty filter settings she had researched online yesterday and tried to replicate them in her livestream room. When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, now transformed by the filter, she jumped in fright. How bizarre—it was truly strange. Was this really the standard of beauty that people from Country C admired? Could it be a matter of differing aesthetics between countries? But this wasn't just a difference; it was downright abnormal.

Maybe she should ask her brother for help?

But she had agreed to her best friend Zong Qiaoqiao's suggestion to start livestreaming and make friends. Once her brother Milos found out, he arranged everything for her. It felt too easy that way, so she had confidently promised him she’d handle the livestream on her own, without his interference—she wanted to challenge herself.

If she asked for his help now, wouldn’t that mean she was admitting defeat?

She bit her soft pink lips, took a deep breath, and pressed the “Go Live” button.

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SevenMeow Livestream, Beauty Channel—Yan SuiSui’s Room.

[Cloudbound: Whoa, where did I end up?!]
[Damn, monster, don’t run! Taste my staff!]
[Livestreams are getting wild these days—Sadako’s here now?]
[Just curious, host, how many children did you eat today? (laughing & crying emoji)]
[Snake demon, let my grandpa go! (funny emoji)]
[Is SevenMeow testing users’ limits? (smile)]
[Cloudbound: If it’s ugly, I won’t watch. If it’s weirdly ugly, I have to see it.]
[How is this not SevenMeow’s signature style, bri