Hearing Shirley Taylor backtrack on her words was somewhat amusing to the audience, and they jokingly commented:
"Poor boss, he spent enough for a house, and the streamer is backing out."
"Five minutes, 300 Carnivalsâwhat a legend, truly worthy of the history books."
"Didn't expect you to be this kind of streamer. Someone tips you generously, and you say you'll have kids with them?"
"If the boss threw that 90k my way, forget kids, I'd happily act like a monkey for him."
"Boss, if you want kids, just let me know. I'm a guy, but I could be your kid."
"Get lost, you don't deserve to talk to my dad."
Reading the comments, Shirley Taylor's eyes watered in distress, unsure of what to do next.
James wasn't surprised by her backing out. She was, after all, an inexperienced young woman, and it's understandable she would feel shy about such matters.
He needed her to drop her guard to make progress.
Public Enemy of Love: "I was just casually gifting. Don't worry."
Shirley Taylor was stunnedâthis was "casual gifting"?
But it seemed she didn't really have to have his children after all.
She exhaled a long breath, feeling a mix of relief and an inexplicable hint of disappointment.
Did this mean James wasn't interested in her?
But she wasn't unattractive.
Shirley Taylor shook her head, casting aside those thoughts.
Regardless, he had genuinely gifted nearly a million, and she ought to thank him sincerely.
Shirley Taylor earnestly wished, "Enemy brother, you're so kind. I wish you many blessings and happiness."
[System Alert: Shirley Taylor Affection +10]
This girl was genuinely straightforward, with affection increasing by ten each time.
It almost made James feel guilty for teasing her.
Public Enemy of Love: "I spent $90k, and that's all you've got for me?"
"Then... what should I say?" Shirley Taylor shrank back again when she saw James's response.
She couldn't quite believe she actually received over 300 Carnivals.
For someone who'd been so overwhelmingly generous, Shirley Taylor genuinely didn't know how best to convey her thanks.
However, whatever she could do, she was determined to do her best.
The audience helpfully suggested:
"Say, 'I love you, hubby,' dummy."
"Eh? Shouldn't you wish both yourself and the boss many blessings?"
"You're so crude, can't you see the streamer looks so sweet?"
"Dude above, you've got some issues. Suggest a check-up."
...
Shirley Taylor felt flustered by the teasing comments, her gaze drooping as she stared at her own fair legs, avoiding the public chat.
Seeing her shy demeanor, James couldn't help but tease:
"Call me 'Master' and let me hear it."
Shirley Taylor looked up upon seeing James's comment.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she repeated, "M-Master?"
She was in an almost unconscious state when she said this, scarcely aware of herself.
But that soft utterance of "Master" greatly pleased James.
Feeling bolder, he made another request:
"Be good and dance for me."
Shirley Taylor's face turned crimson red.
She hadn't expected James to go that far, asking her to both call him master and dance.
At the thought of her roommates' wild dance moves, Shirley Taylor meekly said,
"Bunny can only sing, never danced before."
This sparked a screenful of teasing for Shirley Taylor's naivety.
A boss spent so much money on her, and as a streamer, how could she not dance?
The audience felt bad for the boss and all at once mocked Shirley Taylor.
Feeling guilty from the audience's remarks, Shirley hesitated.
He spent 90k, and she'd only called him masterâit didn't seem sincere.
After some inner turmoil, she hesitantly said:
"If you want Bunny to dance, I can learn while dancing, but you can't laugh at me for doing it poorly."
James eyed her figure.
Despite wearing a loose T-shirt that covered everything well, the alluring curves were evident upon close inspection.
Without enough assets, one couldn't pull off those curves.
Every now and then her slender waist and playful navel peeked through.
James imagined her bouncing around, swallowing hard as he impatiently typed on his phone.
Public Enemy of Love: "Start with a simple dance like The Swing Dance; a little swinging is good for your health."
"Big boss is generousâguys, we've got a treat coming."
"I love watching girls who can't dance, dance."
"This girl's body certainly is intriguing."
"Get on with itâboss splurged so much, and the streamer's acting all coy about dancing."
With a resigned bite on her lip, Shirley Taylor began searching online for a Swing Dance tutorial.
As she watched the video, her face turned increasingly rosy.
In the video, the dancing girl gracefully raised her hands over her head, supporting the back of her neck.
With elbows wide open, she swayed left and right in tune with ethereal music.
Wearing a charming miniskirt, the hem danced upward with her movements and teasing expressions.
The girl's entrancing eyes left Shirley Taylor awestruck, even as a fellow girl herself.
So bewitching.
The thought of replicating that dance made Shirley feel so embarrassed her face burned, and it felt like steam was coming from her ears.
She hesitantly spoke out,
"Could I... could I sing instead, please?"
The audience wouldn't have it.
Singing was far less interesting; risqué dancing was the right path for a stream.
And wouldn't it be more entertaining if her roommates joined in, too?
With the tycoon boss watching, he could pay for all of them to sway along.
No one enjoys a solo act as much as a group performance.
Comment after comment urged her to start dancing.
Yet Shirley wasn't deterred by the audience's uproar; her eyes only searched for her enemy brother.
Blushing deeply, she set aside her bashfulness, and with newfound resolve, she asked,
"Please, Enemy brother."