"Family, the anchor has a real headache lately. Her husband says his friendship with his girlfriend is pure, but I don’t think so."
Comments poured in instantly:
[You’re being jealous! Pure friendships between men and women can exist.]
[I can tell the anchor is narrow-minded.]
I shook my head in denial.
[No, no, no! The anchor isn’t narrow-minded at all. Ever since the conflict with my husband’s female brother, she’s learned her lesson.]
I paused, watching the livestream numbers skyrocket.
If they really were having an affair, the anchor would not hesitate—she would immediately find a concubine for her husband.
Curses and sympathy flew across the chat.
Following an online tutorial, I obtained the hotel room card and led the gong and drum troupe to the room.
I pushed the door open.
The room was chaotic. Two disheveled bodies were tangled in a web of passion.
I covered my mouth and screamed, "Wow! Breasts and breasts, so satisfying to touch! So satisfying to eat! Truly good brothers!"
