Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

The moment the doorbell rang, Reminal's heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

The handle of the takeout bag in her hand was deformed from gripping it so tightly. Behind her, the poor delivery rider lay unconscious on the street. She stood in front of the door, her mind filled with that name.

Lord Miye. Lord Miye. Lord Miye.

Three days ago, on that sleepless night, she was aimlessly scrolling through her screen when she accidentally clicked into a live stream with a beautifully designed cover.

The silver-haired boy on the screen leaned lazily against the back of his chair, his deep purple eyes casually scanning the comments, his voice low and gentle.

"New here? Welcome! But this isn't some legitimate live stream, so think carefully before you follow."

From then on, she would watch Mi Ye's live stream every night without fail.

She discovered that Miya was different from others. Other Vtubers would try their best to please their fans, as if they wanted to hold every viewer in the palm of their hand.

But Miya is not.

Lord Miya rolls his eyes at overly cheesy comments, and coldly tells fans to dream when asked to do strange things. Only when he's in a good mood does he call his fans idiots in a tone that is both disdainful and indulgent.

When Reminal was called an idiot for the first time, her heart pounded wildly.

So she fell completely in love.

During tonight's live stream, she spent over 5,000 yuan on gifts in one go.

In fact, it's not just tonight; the total amount of tips she's given in the MiYe live stream over the past few days is already a number that would make an ordinary elder faint.

But Reminal didn't care.

What does money matter?

Their family has no shortage of money.

If spending money can make Lord Miya glance at her even once, then the money is well spent.

However, Lord Miye already has over 8,000 fans, and is getting closer and closer to fulfilling his promise to reveal his face when he reaches 10,000 fans.

Reminal should have waited patiently like other fans, but she couldn't wait any longer.

During tonight's live stream, Miya's voice was a little hoarse and her movements were a little slower than usual. No one in the chat noticed, but Reminal did.

So when she learned through some underhanded means that Miya had ordered takeout, she had already made her decision.

She used her family's intelligence network to find out the delivery rider's route, and then used a precise sleep spell to knock the poor little witch rider to the ground by the roadside.

She stood in front of Mi Ye's door, holding Mi Ye's takeout in her hand, her heart pounding with nervousness.

How will Lord Miya react?

Will she be angry?

Do you still think I'm weird?

No, it doesn't matter what Lady Miya says, as long as I can see her, even if I get scolded—

The door opened.

In that instant, Reminal saw a head of messy, light blonde short hair, sticking out in all directions due to sleeping posture or some other reason, looking like a burst jellyfish in the dim light of the corridor.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

The frog-themed hooded pajamas have two big, round eyes sewn onto the hood, staring blankly ahead.

Below that was a pair of plush rabbit slippers. The left ear was crooked, while the right one was perfectly fine, with pink and white fur rubbing against the floor.

Finally, Reminal's gaze returned to that face, round and small, with its mouth slightly open in surprise.

Her skin was very fair, and her eyes were a pale gold, completely different from the purple eyes she had gazed at on the screen for countless nights.

Who is this?

This girl.

Who is she?