Upon hearing the female streamer backtrack and renege, the viewers in the live stream room erupted with laughter and teasing comments:
"Poor boss, dropping a whole house and the streamer actually bails."
"Boss's five minutes with 300 Carnivalsâlegendary, something for the history books."
"Never thought you were this kind of streamer. When others generously tip you, you actually want to have a baby to get back at them."
"If the boss splurges ninety thousand on me, not only would having a baby be fine, but locking me up to act like one wouldn't be a problem either."
"Boss, if you want a child, just tell me. Even though I'm a guy, I can be your child."
"Get lost, you're not worthy to talk to my dad."
Shirley Taylor read the viewers' comments and instantly felt tears welling up, unsure of how to respond.
James wasn't surprised by Shirley Taylor's antics. After all, she was inexperienced, and it was understandable for her to feel shy about having a child. He needed to let her relax her guard to have a chance.
The universal rival chimed in: "I was just joking, casually tipping, don't be nervous."
Shirley Taylor was dumbfounded. They call that casually tipping? But from the looks of it, she might not have to have a child herself. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat pleased yet tinged with an indescribable, subtle emotion.
Could it be that her rival brother wasn't really interested in her? She isn't unattractive, either.
Shirley Taylor shook her head, not wanting to think about these issues. Anyway, he had genuinely sent nearly a million in gifts; she should sincerely thank him.
Shirley Taylor sincerely wished: "Brother, you're so kind. Wishing you early blessings and all the best." [System Prompt: Shirley Taylor's affection +10]
This girl is truly innocent; every time, she adds so much. James felt a bit embarrassed to tease her now.
The universal rival continued: "I spent 900,000, and you just tell me this?"
"Well... what should I say then?"
Seeing James say this, Shirley Taylor instantly got scared again. Even now, she still found it hard to believe she really received over three hundred Carnivals. For the super-rich supporter tipping her, Shirley Taylor really didn't know how to thank him. But no matter what, as long as it's something she could do, she should strive to do it.
The viewers were enthusiastic, actively suggesting ideas to her: "Tell your husband I love you, silly."
"Huh? Shouldn't the streamer wish to have children with the boss?"
"You guys are too dirty. The streamer looks so innocent."
"The comrade above has an unhealthy mind, suggest catching and strictly investigating."
...
Shirley Taylor was teased by the netizens, feeling a bit embarrassed, lowering her head to stare at her fair, tender legs, not daring to look at the chat. James, seeing her shy appearance, couldn't help but tease:
"Say 'Master,' let me hear it?"
Shirley Taylor looked up and saw James's message. Instantly, her pupils dilated as she incredulously repeated, "Ma... Master?" She hadn't thought much before saying it; it was completely subconscious. But that soft "Master" made James quite satisfied. He grew bolder and made a new request:
"Good girl, dance again."
Shirley Taylor's face turned bright red. He didn't expect James to be so excessive, making her call him master and asking her to dance. Thinking of her roommates wildly dancing, Shirley Taylor felt wronged and said:
"Tutu only knows how to sing, never danced before."
This time, the screen was filled with teasing that the streamer was being immature. The big brother had splurged so much, how could she as a streamer not dance? All the viewers felt sorry for the boss while mocking Shirley Taylor. She also felt a bit guilty being teased by the audience.
Putting herself in others' shoes, someone spent 900,000, and she casually said "Master," as if she didn't have sincerity. She hesitated for a moment, nervously saying:
"If you want to see Tutu dance, I can learn while dancing, but if I'm not good, brother, don't mock me."
James looked her up and down. Though the girl was wearing a loose T-shirt, covering everything she needed to, upon closer look, her alluring curves were evident. Without sufficient assets, no one could support that kind of arch. She occasionally showed her slender waist and playful belly button. James imagined the streamer dancing. He swallowed his saliva, impatiently typing on his phone's keyboard.
The universal rival suggested: "Just do a simple swing, twisting a bit is good for your health."
"Boss is generous, the bros have benefits to watch."
"I love watching girls who can't dance dance the most."
"This young lady's figure is quite a sight."
"Hurry up, hurry up. The boss is splurging so much money, and the streamer is dancing hesitantly."
Shirley Taylor bit her lower lip, resigned, and went online to find swing dance tutorial videos. As the video played, her face grew redder. In the video, the dancing girl slowly opened her hands, raised them above her head, then lightly held the back of her head. With elbows spread open, she moved left and right to the ethereal music rhythm. Wearing a graceful short skirt, the hem floated up with her dance, paired with teasing expressions. Those alluring eyes made even Shirley Taylor, as a girl, dumbfounded. Too seductive.
Shirley Taylor, thinking of having to dance this, felt her cheeks burn, her ears feeling like they were about to smoke. She stammered and tried to back out:
"Brother, can we change it to singing instead?"
The viewers were displeased. Singing had a suggestive undertone; doing a provocative dance was the correct way to go live. Besides, wouldn't it be more interesting if her classmates came back? Anyway, the rich brother was here, splurging money for her to twist together. It's better to enjoy alone than alone. Comments surged at once, urging her to dance quickly.
Shirley Taylor ignored the viewers' uproar, her eyes only on her rival brother. Blushing, she cast aside her shame, mustered her courage, and pleaded:
"Please, rival brother."