Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 222: You Pinched Someone, and You Haven’t Been Pinched Back Yet?

Although Jiang Qiuqiu had inherited the original owner’s memories, those memories were themselves quite sparse.

Aside from the memories of a difficult life on a Low-level Star, all that remained were brief memories of studying on a Federation Star and endless information about part-time jobs.

Jiang Qiuqiu knew this era had Genetic Hybrids and people with spiritual power, but she had always thought Genetic Hybrids were simply humans who gained the power of a certain animal during the course of evolution—not that they also incidentally acquired that animal’s physical traits.

[Thanks for the invite. How could there be demons in the interstellar era? There’s only the Insect Race.]

[A Genetic Hybrid’s original traits only manifest when they’re stimulated. The extent of the manifestation depends on the intensity of their emotions. The stronger the emotion, the more pronounced the traits—]

[Of course, most of the time, Mixed Species won’t reveal their true forms, because doing so is a rather private matter for them~]

[Unless you’re meeting your idol. Revealing your true form in front of your idol is totally normal~]

[It’s rare for people to reveal their true forms just from seeing their idols. It mostly happens during... hehehehe.]

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The rest of the comments were all risqué, so Jiang Qiuqiu clicked them away with a TAP.

...

That night, Jiang Qiuqiu was still thinking about what had happened that day.

It was only after drinking the bottle of alcohol she handed him that Mo Si started acting strange.

’So was it the alcohol that made Mo Si, who normally has such strong spiritual power and self-control, lose control completely?’

After sorting everything out in her mind, Jiang Qiuqiu went on the Star Network again to ask a question: What does squeezing someone’s tail mean?

—Ehhhhhhh? What does squeezing a tail mean? Whose tail did you squeeze, OP?

—Mmm, the fact that you can still come here and ask this question means the person whose tail you squeezed wasn’t direct enough.

—You squeezed someone, but they haven’t squeezed you back yet???

Not a single sentence explicitly stated what it meant, yet not a single sentence strayed from the implication.

Look at those words: private, sensitive, pleasure. Weren’t they all just shameless talk?

’So, does that mean this afternoon I was basically a pervert in the flesh?’

And squeezing it once out of curiosity would have been one thing, but she had kept on squeezing it. No wonder Mo Si reacted that way.

Jiang Qiuqiu opened her terminal, wanting to apologize to Mo Si, but with the apology weighing on her heart, she found it hard to begin.

’How should she put it? "Sorry, I didn’t know that was your tail?"’

’Putting aside the fact that this was common knowledge across the galaxy, saying something like that after she was done squeezing it would make her sound just like a heartless player.’

’That I shouldn’t have squeezed it over and over?’

...

’That I shouldn’t have handed you that bottle?’ That sounded like she was just trying to shift the blame.

It seemed like nothing she could say was right. Jiang Qiuqiu agonized over it for a moment, then finally sent a message.

—Jiang Qiuqiu (S-soldier): How are you? Are you okay?

But that day, Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t get a reply.

She turned and sent a message to Mo Chengyu instead.

Jiang Qiuqiu: Sister Chengyu, has Black Hole gone back?

Mo Chengyu: He’s back. Did you two have a fight? He came in through the window today, and he hasn’t come out since.

Jiang Qiuqiu: We didn’t have a fight. As long as he’s back, it’s fine.

Mo Chengyu: ???

Mo Chengyu: So what on earth happened?

Jiang Qiuqiu: It’s really nothing.

’Both of them, acting so secretive.’

In the dead of night, Jiang Qiuqiu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking, if Mo Si was a Genetic Hybrid, what species was he a hybrid of?

The semicircular ears, the soft, fluffy, round tail.

A bear?

That night, the brutally tormented Mo Si stood in his home.

He couldn’t even sit down.