Part 2The Gamer's Secret Crush

To be honest, I didn't have high hopes for Arthur's culinary skills until I saw a fragrant bowl of scallion oil noodles on the dining table.

"You actually cooked."

I sat down reservedly, feeling a bit embarrassed yet surprised.

He gave a short laugh. "Eat up. I'm going to go rank up."

I ate the noodles he cooked, watching him take long strides and cross the room in two or three steps.

For the past six months, while I was at school, I could only watch him in his stream.

Other female fans could brazenly call him "Hubby."

But even typing those two words made my face turn red.

I felt like a hopeless case.

He was streaming upstairs, and I was downstairs, eating noodles while secretly opening his stream.

He had just restarted his broadcast, and fans in the chat were asking where he went.

Unlike his usual cold and arrogant demeanor, he raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "I was afraid the silly cat at my friend's house would starve to death."

He deliberately lowered his voice, so I hadn't heard it at all downstairs.

The chat was curious about how cute the kitten must be for him to be in such a good mood after feeding it.

He lowered his eyes, clicked to start a game, and gave an ambiguous smile. "It's pretty cute."

His voice came through the phone, making my heart pound wildly.

Where was there a cat?

It was just me.