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

Despite her sleepiness, Wen Ruan carefully prepared mysterious little gifts for the three winners.

The simp sister is a girl, so she put a newly bought, unopened headband and a matching hair tie into the box, along with a small card.

On the card, she drew a smiley face with a marker and wrote: To my simp sister, wishing you happiness every day and all the best—a sweet and soft little cake!

Wen Ruan looked at her masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.

However, when it came to preparing for Shen Jinghe and the mysterious man, she encountered another problem.

"What should I give as a gift...?"

Wen Ruan looked around and her gaze settled on a newly arrived box of blue stockings.

She smirked mischievously, and an idea immediately formed in her mind.

"Knock knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door from the outside, and Wen Ruan could guess who it was without even thinking.

She went to open the door, and sure enough, it was someone else bringing Song Yu.

Song Yu wore a cheap smile: "Good evening, sister. Are you hungry—"

Before Song Yu could finish speaking, Wen Ruan instinctively clutched her stomach and interrupted, "I'm not hungry, I'm not going to your place for a late-night snack tonight!"

In such a short time, she gained three pounds because of Song Yu's feeding!

My once flat stomach now has some fat when I pinch it.

In the past, Wen Ruan would have happily run over to freeload a meal, but now she has to do live streams every day and pay attention to her image!

What if she gets so fat that people don't like her anymore?

Wen Ruan tilted her head back, looking serious: "Song Yu, I'm not going to your house for late-night snacks anymore."

"But I can still reluctantly mooch breakfast and dinner..." Wen Ruan murmured, pursing her lips.

Upon hearing this, Song Yu's expression froze slightly, and his brows instantly drooped in dejection. "Sister, are you starting to hate me?"

"Did I do something wrong? Tell me, and I'll definitely change!"

"What?"

Wen Ruan blinked her big eyes, her face clearly showing her bewilderment. "When did I say I disliked you? Your cooking is so delicious, I love it more than anything!"

She was a little lost in Song Yu's train of thought.

The hair accessory on her head made a crisp sound as she tilted her head, and the loose Doritos wobbled twice, making it look even more like cat ears.

Song Yu's Adam's apple bobbed. "If you like it, that's good..."

He glanced down at the pink delivery boxes scattered on the floor, his eyes darkening. "Sister, are you sending all of these out?"

"Yes."

"So many, I might have to make several trips tomorrow."

After Wen Ruan finished speaking, she thought she was being discreet and carefully looked Song Yu up and down. Her gaze lingered for a moment on Song Yu's firm thighs before falling on his arms.

With such a muscular build and having done manual labor so often, he must be incredibly strong...

She thought about it seriously and even nodded slightly.

Song Yu's cheeks flushed instantly, and she asked nervously, "What's wrong, sister? Is there something on me?"

"Song Yu," Wen Ruan said.

Song Yu immediately perked up, stood tall and straight, like a peacock in full bloom, nervously waiting for Wen Ruan to speak.

Wen Ruan curled her lips, her fingers twirling the strands of hair hanging in front of her chest, loosening them, and gently tugging at Song Yu's hem.

"Thump, thump—"

Song Yu's nose was filled with Wen Ruan's fragrance, and his head was a little dizzy.

From Song Yu's perspective, Wen Ruan looked tiny.

With her quirky attire and innocent, naive face, she stood in this dilapidated rented room like a little fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.

She lifted her eyelids, looked at Song Yu with her bright, flirtatious eyes, and said softly and coquettishly, "Could you do me a favor?"

"Okay." Song Yu replied without hesitation.

Wen Ruan was taken aback. She hadn't expected Song Yu to be so kind, agreeing to help without even asking what kind of help he needed.

She grinned and said, "You don't have class tomorrow morning, right? Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have enough time."

"Yes, I'm happy to keep you company all night if I don't have classes."

Song Yu's breathing became heavy, and he grew more and more agitated the more he thought about it.

There's nothing like that at home, and besides, he has no experience with it, so he doesn't know if his sister would like it...

He clenched his fist at his side, squeezed it hard, and then released it.

Wen Ruan shook her head: "No need for tonight."

"I'll wake you up tomorrow morning, and you can help me move all these things to the courier station in the next neighborhood."

"Just moving packages?" Song Yu asked incredulously.

"Yeah, what else did you think it was?"

Wen Ruan found Song Yu strange; he was just helping to move the packages, so why was he getting so excited?

"without......"

Song Yu's lips stiffened, and he forced a smile.

"Then I'll head back now."

"See you tomorrow, sister."

He kept turning back to look at her, and Wen Ruan finally couldn't help but wave to him, "Get some rest."

"Goodnight, sister too."

"Oh, right!"

Song Yu immediately withdrew his hand from the doorknob, turned around, and asked hopefully, "What's wrong, sister?"

"Where did you buy those slippers?"

Wen Ruan asked curiously, "I bought the same one online before, but it's not as comfortable as yours, and it has a weird smell. Could you send me your link?"

Song Yu: "If you like it, I'll just give it to you."

He explained, "I bought those slippers at a two-dollar store; there's no link to them."

"How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."

Song Yu thought for a moment, then randomly made up a number: "Fifty...?"

"Oh, it costs fifty yuan." Wen Ruan suddenly realized. "No wonder the slippers I bought for nine yuan and ninety cents with free shipping are different from the ones you bought."

It turns out that even counterfeit shoes are a case of you get what you pay for.

Song Yu opened the door and gently placed the pair of freshly washed, clean slippers into Wen Ruan's entryway.

"Sister, take it if you like it. That two-dollar store is closing down, and you might not be able to buy such comfortable shoes again."

"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you!"

Song Yu did not stop him.

He accepted the transfer and considerately closed the door for Wen Ruan.

The next morning, Wen Ruan put on a hat and mask, covering herself up completely, while her dog stood furtively at Song Yu's door.

"Knock knock knock—"

"Song Yu, are you up?"

With a creak, the door opened a crack from the inside.

Song Yu was afraid of accidentally bumping into Wen Ruan outside, so he gave her a special reminder before coming out.

But when he saw Wen Ruan dressed like a thief, he tried hard to suppress his laughter and teased her:

"Sister, are you... going to do something bad?"