That eldest brother, the male protagonist who never liked to eat.

Xie Yu extended his palm toward Si Jiu.

Si Jiu looked puzzled. She gave his hand a light slap, completing a high-five.

Xie Yu fell silent.

“Was that wrong?” Si Jiu scratched her head. “Honestly, I never know what to do with you!” She stepped forward, resting her chin in his palm.

Xie Yu’s eyes widened in shock.

“My phone. Ahem…” he coughed awkwardly.

“You’re not early. But can’t you just, you know, tell me a bedtime story face to face?” Si Jiu asked.

Xie Yu gave her a look that clearly said, “Keep dreaming.”

“Hmph,” Si Jiu responded.

It was a little embarrassing. Someone like Xie Yu—how could he possibly act cute or indulge her whims?

With a sigh, Si Jiu moved her head away, took out her phone, handed it to Xie Yu, and watched as he entered his number and called himself. Then he handed her phone back.

“Goodbye.” He turned to head toward his own door.

“Hey, wait a second.”

“What is it now?”

“Ten o’clock tonight, okay? Don’t you dare forget, and don’t be late.” Si Jiu pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture. “A promise is a promise.”

“…I know,” Xie Yu replied.

Once he was inside, Si Jiu’s spirits soared. Humming a tune, she went to gather the things she’d tossed aside earlier, calling Mantou home as well.

“You’re my hero today! I’ll give you an extra treat, just for you,” Si Jiu said as she set her things down and bent to ruffle Mantou’s head. “But why do you like him so much? You’ve never been this attached to Lin Yang.”

Mantou squinted contentedly, tongue lolling in innocent delight.

“Anyway, good job. Keep it up next time,” Si Jiu praised.

She changed into slippers, flopped onto the sofa, pulled out her phone, and saved Xie Yu’s number from her call log.

“Oh, kiddo, what’s the deal with Xie Yu’s golden finger?” she asked.

[The power of life and death by the voice? I’ll send you the golden finger description so you can take a look.]

[In ancient myth, the mysterious sea sirens lured sailors with enchanting voices. It was said that no one could resist their song; once a siren uttered the first syllable, whoever heard it was at the mercy of the siren’s whims—life or death.]

Si Jiu understood instantly. “So Xie Yu’s golden finger is related to his voice. That’s practically cheating—his voice is already incredible.”

[According to the description, even if this golden finger isn’t as supernatural as a siren’s, it probably gives his voice a huge buff. If he wanted, he could do more than just charm people; he could control them with his voice.]

“Tsk, tsk, tsk!”

[And his profession suits it so well.]

Xie Yu graduated from a prestigious university’s broadcasting department. He’s a professional voice actor. In his ten-year career, he has created countless classic roles, long since becoming a legend in the voice acting world. His range is vast, his emotional delivery impeccable, and he’s the idol, heartthrob, and dream voice for countless fans.

His unforgettable performances in film and television have made his mesmerizing voice a sensation even outside the industry. He’s been voted the voice women most want to marry, the top voice for bedtime stories, and the most irresistible dream voice.

He’s the untouchable flower of the voice acting world, the unattainable ideal for countless fans obsessed with voices.

Xie Yu himself is extremely low-key; aside from close friends and colleagues, no one knows where he’s from or what he looks like.

Some have even speculated that people with such beautiful voices must not be good-looking, and that Xie Yu hides himself because he’s afraid of shattering the illusion.

Yet none of this stops his fans from swooning over his voice.

Unfortunately, in recent years, Xie Yu has taken on fewer and fewer projects.

Now Si Jiu understood. “No wonder he looked so conflicted when I asked him to read me a bedtime story. He probably thinks I’m some obsessed fangirl.”

[That, I can’t say for sure,] replied the system.

“What’s the side effect of the golden finger?”

[Uh… well…]

“Hmm?”

[I have a special way of explaining this…]

“Huh?”

[Xie Yu is a bit picky about food,] the system said awkwardly. [Or, perhaps, he has a mild eating disorder? Anyway, this random side effect seems to be tied to that quirk of his.]

Si Jiu had already grown used to the male lead always having some odd malady or another.

“No wonder he seems a little thin.”

[And you’re a food streamer. What a fated, complementary pairing~]

“Alright, you can go now.”

The system sniffed, indignant.