He's despicable and wicked. He forced me to do it, and now he's pretending to be a good person.

Begging him? Pshaw, dream on.

"Who would ask you for help!"

Bai Bing chuckled, "Oh, is my little brother angry with me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Luo's heart tightened.

Wait a minute, how did he figure out I was a boy?

With so many people in the live stream these past two days, no one has realized that he is a boy. They only stopped mistaking him after he corrected them.

Could it be that they actually knew each other before?

Su Luo tried hard to search her past memories, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen this face before.

At this moment, Bai's army also went wild, frantically spamming the bullet screen with comments.

"What? This is a man? You're telling me this is a man?"

"I don't believe it, someone this beautiful can't possibly be a man."

"Unless you prove it to me, whether your sister's ID is here or not, show it to us, and if she really is a man, then your brother will send you gifts."

"Seriously? Only guys send gifts? Dude, what kind of taste do you have? That's ridiculous!"

...

Su Luo ignored them and continued sitting and squatting.

After finally finishing two hundred reps, I was exhausted and collapsed onto the carpet in a disheveled state.

He was breathing heavily, his head slightly lowered.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks to his chin, dripping onto his pristine white clothes.

Sweat had soaked through the thin fabric of his shirt, revealing the outline of his beautiful pectoral muscles—not well-developed, but slender and fair, possessing a unique charm.

Bai Bing didn't even greet him before ending the live stream.

Su Luo felt a sharp cramp in her thigh, and after a while, she drank some water before struggling back to her seat.