The streamer, Shirley Taylor, was wide-eyed at her screen.
Her bright, dark pupils resembled a startled fawn.
Her soft pink lips were slightly parted.
Like the other viewers, she stared at the computer screen, full of disbelief.
Holding her breath, her body was on high alert, sitting there motionless for quite some time.
When she received the first Carnival gift, she was happy yet worried James might be using his paycheck to back it up.
But then, unexpectedly, he began sending Carnivals, one after another, at an incredible pace.
In a blink, [Public Enemy of Love] gifted Carnival Ã71, Ã72, Ã73...
It seemed like he couldn't get rid of his money fast enough.
This left her flustered, unsure of what to do.
Influenced by her roommates, who said streaming was lucrative, she thought she'd give it a try.
But after more than a week of streaming, the earnings barely added up to $100.
She had been contemplating quitting after today's stream.
Unexpectedly, a big spender appeared, showering her with so much money.
Today, she witnessed what it means to be truly wealthy.
Her expression turned blank as she frantically thought of how to thank the benefactor.
James finally stopped when he reached 100.
It took a little over a minute.
Even faster than double-tapping for likes.
He felt a bit proud of his speed.
Scrolling through the bustling chat, he looked for any comments from the two clowns but found nothing.
With $30,000 spent, hundreds of new viewers had joined, making the comments section lively.
Black: "The boss is quite muddle-headed."
Weather's Child: "Rich daddy, need a leg accessory?"
Won't Stop Until I Own a Maybach: "Big shot move! Gotta respect."
Invincible Pineapple: "What's going on, what's happening? Is it New Year?"
Tasty You: "I have no idea, people were leaning in, and I got pulled in."
Stylish or Not: "A low-key big boss got riled up, showing financial power. Everyone stay calm."
Xinxin: "Brother, check my DMs. Special surprises await!"
I Want Two-Thirds of a Bowl of Rice: "This streamer looks so adorably dumb."
...
James didn't find comments from those two guys, assuming he had scared them off.
He slowly typed a question mark.
Public Enemy of Love: "?"
This question mark, similar to last time, darkened Fredy's mood, sparking a fierce glint in his eyes.
He was in an awful mood, feeling like a stepping stone for someone else.
How dare this 'Public Enemy of Love' flaunt over him.
He couldn't stand it.
100 Carnivals? It wasn't unaffordable for him.
Even 200 or 300 weren't out of reach.
LovesCilantro: "Oh, like to show off, huh?"
LovesCilantro: "Just you wait."
Fredy finished typing and left the stream.
Mike, seeing his boss leave, quickly followed.
James laughed out loud, watching them retreat like villains uttering threats.
He didn't bother with what they intended to do next.
Time to focus on the real task.
The streamer on screen looked incredibly cute, mouth agape with cherry-red lips in astonishment.
It made one want to tease her.
Public Enemy of Love: "Streamer, not thanking for the Carnivals?"
Having joined the fan club prior to gifting, his intimacy level was high now.
His comment stood out compared to others, being a different, prominent color.
Seeing the comment, Shirley Taylor, still unsure how to express thanks, nervously covered her mouth with both hands, stuttering.
"S-sorry, thank you for the Carnivals, brother."
Public Enemy of Love: "That's it?"
Shirley Taylor felt a lack of sincerity in her thanks.
But she didn't know what else to say, blushing red with embarrassment.
Suddenly, remembering phrases her roommates would use to thank a benefactor, and in a moment of panic, she blurted out,
"I'll have babies for you, boss."
The room fell silent.
No one typed; it was as if the comments section had frozen.
No one expected the streamer to say that.
The impact was significant when a pure-hearted girl spoke such bold words.
James's eyes lit up!
He leapt from the couch, hugely excited.
Quickly typing, he asked,
"Is that for real?"
Shirley Taylor's face turned crimson; not even beauty filters could mask the gorgeous blush.
She immediately regretted saying it.
Her roommates said it often, and without thinking, she repeated it absent-mindedly.
Now seeing James taking it seriously, she grew so shy she couldn't speak.
Her eyes darted nervously around, thinking he was joking but fearing he might be serious.
Her conflicted, adorable demeanor made viewers grin uncontrollably.
Then, once again, the exaggerated Carnival animations lit up the stream.
[Public Enemy of Love] gifted Carnival Ã1, Ã2, Ã3...
James, overwhelmed with excitement, could only express his emotions by continuing to send gifts.
This left Shirley Taylor, who had intended to explain, even more stunned.
She hadn't expected one phrase to reignite the boss's enthusiasm.
Momentarily at a loss for words, her eyes unfocused in bewilderment.
This time, James's gifting speed was even faster, with Carnivals reaching Ã97, Ã98, Ã99...
He blocked out external distractions, focused solely on his affection.
Shirley Taylor also spaced out for over a minute.
No music played; no screams from the streamer's mic.
Just a somewhat silly little Bunny.
Viewers, seeing the gifts continuously increasing, couldn't control their hands any longer, typing:
"Rich daddy, want a son?"
"This is insane, I've been on streams for so long, but I've never seen this many Carnivals."
"Father above, accept my bow."
"Is the streamer dazed from all the money? Why isn't she moving?"
"Seriously, if you were hit with that kind of money, wouldn't you be dazed?"
Shirley Taylor slowly regained composure.
Rubbing her eyes, sore from staring in disbelief for over a minute.
She nervously whispered, "Thank you for the gifts, Enemy brother."
She looked both anxious and confused.
Her voice carried an uncontrollable tremble.
Like a startled little bunny, overwhelmingly cute.
James, hearing this, felt his heart flutter, motivating him to send even more gifts.
[Public Enemy of Love] gifted Carnival Ã100, Ã101, Ã102...