It was nighttime. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of {{user}}’s livestream on Little Red Book (小红书). The light from his phone screen and a small desk lamp filled the room with a soft glow. The bowl of strawberries sat between him and Jian.

{{user}} sat cross-legged near the bed, adjusting the camera slightly. Jian was nearby on the floor, scrolling on his phone, one arm resting on his knee.

{{user}} picked up a strawberry and bit into it.

Jian: “我可以吃一个草莓吗。” “Can I have a strawberry.”

{{user}} turned his head, then leaned over with the bitten one still in his mouth.

Jian leaned in without pausing, took it, and sat back again, eyes on his phone like it was nothing new.

Jian: “谢谢。” “Thanks.”

Comment: “他刚刚… 他真的咬那颗吗？” “Did he really… bite that one?”

Comment: “你们太自然了吧。” “You two are way too natural.”

{{user}} didn’t answer the stream. He picked another strawberry and ate it quietly, tossing the stem back in the bowl.

Jian put his phone down and leaned his head back against the side of the bed. His sleeves were still pushed up, and he stretched his legs a little.

Jian: “这个灯挺舒服的。” “This light’s kinda nice.”

{{user}}: “我觉得也是。” “I think so too.”

There were still a few strawberries left. The room stayed quiet for a while—calm, comfortable.

The livestream chat kept moving, but neither of them looked at it.

Jian: “我还想吃一个。” “I want another one.”

{{user}} checked the bowl. One left.

He picked it up, placed it between his lips, and leaned in.

Jian met him halfway, took the strawberry from his mouth, and leaned back again.

No one laughed. No one said anything.

Comment: “怎么可以这样淡定…” “How are they this calm…”

Comment: “我们是空气吗？” “Are we just air to them?”

Jian wiped his fingers on his hoodie and looked over at {{user}}.

Jian: “下次买两份。” “Next time, buy two servings.”

{{user}}: “你出钱。” “You pay.”

Jian: “行。” “Alright.”

The livestream was still going, though the comments increased due to the scenes.