The Male Lead Who Doesn't Like to Eat (16)

Si Jiu opened to the first page of the novel.

Chapter One: Accident

In City A, on the top floor of the Tianhao Hotel, the curtains were tightly drawn in a luxurious suite. The room was silent, save for the occasional low gasp of a man, making the atmosphere thick and heavy.

Mmm—

Don’t.

Heh, you say no, but your body is being perfectly honest.

Mmm… It hurts.

The woman’s voice, tinged with tears, seemed to mix pain with an unspoken, syrupy sweetness.

It hurts? Weren’t you the one who asked me to really show you how it hurts? I’m just fulfilling your request.

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Si Jiu: “…Pfft… cough, why’d you stop reading? Go on.”

[Kiddo, can you give me a live feed of what Xie Yu is doing right now?]

[Of course, hehe~]

The system opened a live feed from Xie Yu’s side. Si Jiu took one look and nearly burst out laughing.

He must be in his study, seated at his desk and staring at his phone with an expression that defied description. His mouth opened and closed, again and again, but no sound came out.

He looked both furious and mortified.

“Neighbor? Hello? Did you fall asleep?”

Xie Yu’s ears were burning, especially since he was convinced the girl’s voice was full of teasing laughter, making it all too clear she was deliberately trying to embarrass him.

With a snap, Xie Yu flipped his phone face down on the desk and said, mortified and angry, “I’m not reading anymore.”

Si Jiu: “…Don’t, please. Fine, fine, if you don’t want to read that, just keep going with Little Red Riding Hood instead.”

Teasing was one thing, but she couldn’t joke about the mission.

Making someone like Xie Yu, who looked so cool, restrained, and proper, read such shameful lines—it was no wonder he lost his composure! Not that she’d intended it. She hadn’t expected the system to send Xie Yu this kind of little smutty novel.

System: Oh, please, stop pretending to be so proper, just look at your own gleeful face.

Xie Yu’s face was a picture of struggle, clearly upset by Si Jiu sending him such material, and he looked ready to hang up and ignore her.

That wouldn’t do.

Si Jiu pleaded and coaxed him, “I’m sorry, really, I didn’t mean to. I had no idea these stories would be like that. I just asked a friend to recommend a few good ones, and this is what they sent me. I never opened it myself. I swear I didn’t mean it. Please, pretty please, read me Little Red Riding Hood instead. I love fairy tales, mwah~”

Her soft, sweet voice slipped through the headphones and into Xie Yu’s ears, making them burn even hotter. In the end, he couldn’t resist and picked up the phone again.

This time, Si Jiu really didn’t tease him.

His gentle, melodious voice unfolded the fairy tale, painting a beautiful picture before Si Jiu. As a professional voice actor, Xie Yu’s talent shone through even in a simple children’s story.

“And so, in the end, Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother were saved. The hunter killed the big bad wolf while it slept. Grandmother, the hunter, and Little Red Riding Hood all cheered…”

The steady sound of breathing came through the headphones. Xie Yu paused and asked softly, “Are you asleep?”

There was no reply. She had clearly dozed off.

Xie Yu stared at the call timer, which read 13 minutes and 28 seconds. After a half-minute’s silence, he ended the call.

“Who knows if you really have insomnia, or if you just want an excuse to get close to me,” he murmured to himself. “Such a little liar, always talking nonsense.”

Next door, in her bedroom, Si Jiu took off her headphones and grinned with satisfaction.

“Kiddo, I bet Xie Yu would sound amazing if he ever got breathless.”

System: [(ಡωಡ)]

“I finally understand why ASMR exists,” she said, savoring the aftertaste. “Should I ask Xie Yu to do a session tomorrow?”

The system, though reluctant, still had to be the voice of reason: [He said just this once. Tomorrow, forget ASMR—he might not even agree to Little Red Riding Hood again.]

“Mm! True. Xie Yu really is someone with principles, the kind that’s almost impossible to persuade.”

[So?]

“So, I’ll just have to work harder to win him over.”

[…Good luck. You’ll need it.]