Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

However, Chen Bainian stopped two steps in front of her.

His gaze fell on the small patch of "Big Brother's" masterpiece at the corner of the TV cabinet.

His movements were natural; he took a few tissues from the coffee table, squatted down, and began to handle the matter methodically.

As Jiang Yiting watched him squat down, the tension in her heart that had instantly tightened because he was approaching the bedroom quietly eased.

She stood there watching, without immediately moving forward.

This scene... is surprisingly harmonious.

A man, in her apartment where she lives alone, is squatting on the floor, patiently cleaning up her cat's excrement.

I've been living alone for almost a year since I started working. Apart from Xiao Yezi occasionally visiting, there are almost no other guests in this apartment, let alone men.

Chen Bainian's appearance changed some of the established rhythms.

They unexpectedly became neighbors, and then, through a game, became partners fighting side by side.

For now, they are temporarily raising this "big brother" who always manages to create "surprises" together.

He could sense her predicament in the online public opinion arena and knocked on her door with a prepared plan.

She could also discover her "elder brother's" prank without realizing it because of her rhinitis, and take over and deal with it so naturally.

Occasionally, the two people living alone can eat together and discuss games.

Having such a neighbor seems...not bad at all.

At least, when needed, there's someone who can lend a hand, or rather, someone who understands the need.

She stopped standing and squatted down beside him, taking the tissue he offered and helping to wipe away the last remaining traces.

"Teacher Jiang, I'm not such a rude person," Chen Bainian suddenly said, his voice particularly clear in the quiet morning.

He didn't look up, remaining focused on the cleaning work in his hands.

But the meaning behind their words was clear to both of them.

He was referring to her earlier guarding against him barging into the bedroom.

Jiang Yiting paused slightly as she reached for the new tissue, glancing up at him.

The morning light shone from his side and behind, giving his silhouette a fuzzy golden edge.

She forcefully pulled out a tissue, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against the warm touch of the back of his hand. Her tone was slightly annoyed: "Oh? Now you know how to play the good guy?"

"Teacher Chen, if you hadn't rushed into my bedroom like a detective, following the scent, would I have been stopping you like a thief?"

She lowered her voice, tinged with a hint of mockery: "Or perhaps..."

She paused deliberately, watching his reaction: "You actually really want to go inside and have a look? Hmm?"

A few loose strands of hair escaped from the loose little bun at the back of her head, falling softly to her cheeks and swaying gently as she tilted her head slightly.

She looked up at him, her eyes lacking their usual sharpness or sophisticated distance, but instead displaying a mischievous, unguarded liveliness.

The slight coolness of her fingertips still lingered on the back of Chen Bainian's hand.

The two were very close, so close that Chen Bainian could see the curve of her eyelashes through the morning light.

The morning air was still mixed with unpleasant smells.

At their feet, "Big Brother" seemed to take an interest in their actions, pacing closer and making curious "gurgling" sounds in his throat.

But at that very moment, Chen Bainian felt his heart skip a beat.

A strange, subtle flutter, without warning.

Because of the distance, and because of her completely unguarded expression.

Because of that unruly strand of hair, because of the vividness and cunning she displayed at that moment.

This went beyond the tacit understanding that came from their collaboration; it was more like a personal, inexplicable attraction.

Since his rebirth, his life goals have become clear and definite, and his emotions seem to be more calm and restrained.

But this feeling of excitement was so unfamiliar that it surprised even himself.

Jiang Yiting seemed oblivious to his momentary lapse in concentration. Her gaze returned to the almost completely clean floor, and her tone softened slightly, as if she were mentioning it casually:

"But... thanks."

The thank you was a light, but sincere one.

The gratitude is not only for his help in cleaning up the mess left by his "elder brother," but also for his assistance in the public discourse.

I am even more grateful for his thoughtfulness.

By seemingly bringing up old grievances, he deftly defused the awkwardness caused by her overly obvious defensiveness, giving both of them a way out.

This also indirectly shows that he understands and respects her sense of boundaries.

This unspoken understanding was more comforting to her than any straightforward words of consolation.

After saying that, she stood up briskly, threw the trash into the bin, as if the delicate conversation had never happened.

She turned and walked towards the bathroom, took out a mop to do the final cleaning, and casually brushed a stray hair from her cheek as she walked.

"Wash your hands after you're done cleaning up," she said, her voice returning to normal as she turned her back to him. "Since you came to 'put out the fire' so early in the morning and acted as a good Samaritan, working so hard without complaint, here's a cup of coffee to perk you up."

The tone was dismissive, yet subtly softened.

Chen Bainian followed her to the small sink in the kitchen to wash his hands.

The rushing water washed away the last trace.

Jiang Yiting took two clean mugs from the cupboard, then took out two instant coffee sticks, tore them open, and poured them in.

The movements weren't exactly elegant, but they were very swift.

"Teacher Jiang," Chen Bainian said teasingly, watching her pour hot water into a cup, his tone knowing, "Instant, isn't it?"

"Teacher Chen, it's so early in the morning, I have to go to work. How can I have time to grind it fresh for you? You should be grateful for anything you have to drink, don't be picky." Without turning her head, she replied matter-of-factly, "Or do you want plain water?"

Chen Bainian couldn't help but chuckle.

"By the way, Mr. Chen, if it's convenient, could you send me the links to the litter box and litter that 'Big Brother' uses?" Jiang Yiting stirred her coffee, turned around, and handed him one of the cups.

"You want to buy a set of the same one?" Chen Bainian took the warm cup and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yeah, it saves us from constantly moving things around, and it's also easier for 'Big Brother' to recognize familiar things. It prevents him from always feeling like he's a guest and accidentally leaving me some 'souvenirs'."

"That makes sense." Chen Bainian nodded. "Okay, I'll share the shopping records with you on WeChat later."

The instant coffee tasted ordinary, even a bit sweet, but on this chaotic yet strangely cozy morning, it wasn't hard to swallow.

"Hey." Jiang Yiting turned around, took the two clean lunch boxes, and handed them to him. "Okay, Teacher Chen, you've had your coffee. 'Big Brother,' you can take it back too. Let me have some peace and quiet so I can get ready to go to work."

Her words were blunt and even carried a hint of dismissal, but there was no real impatience in her eyes; instead, they shone brightly in the morning light.

Chen Bainian held a cup in one hand and took the lunchbox in the other. He glanced at the kitten at his feet and felt that the scene was a bit funny, but also a bit heartwarming.

He looked up, met her eyes, and smiled: "Okay, it won't stop Teacher Jiang from making big money."

He finished the rest of his coffee in one gulp, then casually grabbed "Big Brother" by the scruff of his neck and pulled him securely into his arms.

The little coal ball whimpered in dissatisfaction, but quickly quieted down under the familiar soothing touch.

The door closed gently, and the apartment returned to silence, as if the little accident had never happened.

Jiang Yiting washed the cup and began preparing for work.

Chen Bainian's WeChat message arrived quickly; it was a shopping link for "Big Brother's" products.

She browsed through them one by one, added them to her cart, and then clicked to place her order.

Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly; it was another ordinary morning, yet somehow different.