A pretty live streamer beckons, and a lewd male protagonist hooks her up.

The air was still for a few seconds.

Wen Ruan took a soft breath, opened her eyes, and murmured aggrievedly, "If it really doesn't work out, then forget it. I won't force you..."

I'll just accept the punishment if necessary.

However, Wen Ruan hadn't made a mistake in the past month, and she didn't know what the punishment would be for failing to complete the task, so she was a little unsure.

Why?

"what?"

Wen Ruan looked up, staring at Shen Jinghe's black profile picture, and slowly blinked: "What? Why?"

"Why do you suddenly want me to call you...?" Shen Jinghe paused, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the plain ring on his index finger, and said with difficulty, "To call you baby?"

His eyes were swirling with emotions—doubt, confusion, but mostly, a deep curiosity about Wen Ruan.

Shen Jinghe lowered his brows, his phoenix eyes drooping, staring intently at Wen Ruan on his phone screen.

Wen Ruan doesn't seem to have any guile; all her thoughts are written on her face.

She sweetly begged him to call her "baby," but her pitiful eyes betrayed a completely different story. She clearly had another request, or perhaps she was being coerced...

Shen Jinghe's eyes darkened, and he tapped his knuckles on the table.

"Knock knock knock—"

The rhythmic tapping seemed to strike Wen Ruan's heart, urging her to give a standard answer quickly.

Where can I find a standard answer?

At that moment, her mind went blank, and the reason she had painstakingly come up with was pulled back by the drum-like sound.

Shen Jinghe is so smart, he will definitely be able to guess whether she is lying or not in a moment.

Wen Ruan pouted. None of the methods she found online worked, so she decided to resort to shamelessness: "I just want you to call me 'baby,' is that okay?"

"I ask you to coax me every day, and I want to be coaxed by you too. Can't you even grant me this small request...?"

Wen Ruan's eyes were red.

She didn't really want to cry, it's just that she wasn't paying attention when she was talking and accidentally bit the tip of her tongue, which hurt and went numb!

Not knowing if her tongue was broken, Wen Ruan lowered her head and secretly shed tears, pretending to be very sad, but actually wondering if she could put a band-aid on her broken tongue.

Can we still drink iced cola and sugary soda...?

But Shen Jinghe was completely unaware of this.

All he knew was that the moment he saw Wen Ruan cry, his steady heartbeat suddenly became erratic, and a dense, throbbing pain spread from the tip of his heart downwards.

"Don't cry."

Dry, uninformed words have no effect.

Wen Ruan's body even trembled slightly from her grief.

Shen Jinghe frowned in annoyance, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

"I didn't cry."

Wen Ruan realized that the numbness on her tongue was gone, and she almost laughed out loud with joy. Luckily, she was wearing a mask, otherwise all the tears she had shed earlier would have been for nothing!

She wiped away the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. "It's okay even if my brother doesn't call me baby anymore. I'm not sad, and I don't really want to cry."

"Even if I can't be my brother's baby, I can still be his little cake. As long as he still likes me, that's enough..."

"Don't cry."

Shen Jinghe subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to wipe away Wen Ruan's tears, but in the end, all he touched was this cold, lifeless electronic device.

He sighed softly, gave in, and soothed in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry—"

"Baby."

[Ding! The task of getting Shen Jinghe to call you "baby" within 24 hours has been completed!]

"You really screamed!"

Wen Ruan happily raised her head, her eyes sparkling with tiny, shimmering lights.

"Brother Crane, you're so kind! I like you the most!"

"Um......"

Shen Jinghe's ears went weak from Wen Ruan's sweet voice.

He casually brushed his stray hairs behind his head, revealing a pale, smooth forehead, sharp, cold eyebrows, and a beauty mark under his slightly upturned eyes.

Shen Jinghe: "If you like me the most, then who is your second favorite?"

"Of course it's you!"

"Heh...you're quite good at sweet-talking people."

Wen Ruan smiled shyly; this was the second time Shen Jinghe had praised her for her sweet talk.

"Actually, I'm not that good. Maybe I'm just talented. Everyone likes to hear me brag."

"Brother, it's getting late, I'm going to sleep. You should get some rest too!"

After achieving her goal, drowsiness immediately overwhelmed her, and Wen Ruan was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open.

"Okay, get some rest."

"good......"

Wen Ruan was so sleepy that she was half-asleep changing her pajamas while avoiding the camera, so much so that she didn't hear Shen Jinghe call out softly again before hanging up the video call:

"Baby."

On Tuesday, Wen Ruan got up very early, at ten o'clock!

She pulled out a loose blue and white athletic short-sleeved shirt from her wardrobe full of dresses, paired with matching five-point athletic pants, revealing her smooth and slender calves.

She tied her hair into a high ponytail in front of the mirror, put on a baseball cap, and reached out to pull the ponytail out from the opening at the back of the cap.

Her hair swayed gently with her movements, making her look clean and neat.

"Sister, I—"

Song Yu stood at the door, paused in his speech, stared intently at Wen Ruan, and his face instantly turned red.

He had only ever seen Wen Ruan in dresses and pajamas since she moved in, but he never expected her to be so cute in shorts!

"What's wrong?"

As Wen Ruan put on her white sneakers, she looked up and asked Song Yu.

"No, it's nothing."

Song Yu had long forgotten what he was going to say; now his mind was filled with the sweet and soft Wen Ruan.

"Oh, I'm all ready, let's go."

Wen Ruan slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, turned around, and locked the door.

"Sister, I'll carry your schoolbag for you."

Before Wen Ruan could refuse, Song Yu had already snatched the schoolbag away.

A tall person over 1.8 meters carrying an adorable pink backpack looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

Wen Ruan looked at it several times, and finally couldn't help but say, "Song Yu, why don't I carry it myself? It looks a bit ugly on you."

Song Yu staggered, feeling as if he had suffered a thousand blows to his heart.

His tanned knuckles gripped the pink strap tightly, a forced smile playing on his lips: "We're going to have to squeeze onto the subway later. Sister's backpack is so pretty, what if a bad guy snatches it?"

"It's safer to leave it with me, don't you think, sister?"

Wen Ruan doesn't go out much, and she was completely taken aback by him.

"Alright then, anyway, you college students are the smartest, whatever you say is right."

"..."

Song Yu felt like he had been scolded, but looking at his sister's sincere expression, he felt that he deserved to die for making such malicious assumptions about her.

Wen Ruan followed Song Yu down the road.

The building is very old; Wen Ruan feels it's even older than her.

Everywhere there were peeling paint and rusty iron frames. Even during the day, the stairwell was pitch black, and at night there wasn't even a single light.

And there's no elevator.

The building has six floors in total, and Wen Ruan and Song Yu live on the fifth floor.

This is why Wen Ruan doesn't like to go out; the fifth floor is just too high, and Wen Ruan has to coax herself for a long time every time she goes out.

Upon reaching the first floor, Song Yu subconsciously took out his Bentley car keys, paused, and then swiftly put them back into his pocket.

Wen Ruan: "?"