I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

"No problems?" Tang Yuchan filled out the form, asking back with a tone of incredulity.

Feigning deep concentration, she gritted her teeth and hissed, "Chengyu said all the girls here have been sent off to the venues!"

"For real?" Shen Dong’s face changed in an instant.

He hesitated, worried they wouldn’t catch a handle, but now that the handle was delivered right into their hands, there was no reason not to take it!

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With thoughts of good karma in mind, Shen Dong looked up and after scanning the area, he repeated an old trick, "Sis, I need to use the bathroom."

"Jeez, you’re such a pain." Tang Yuchan glared at Shen Dong and then turned to ask the receptionist, "Miss, where’s the bathroom, please?"

"Go upstairs, turn left, and you’ll see it. It’s quicker to take the stairs," the receptionist naively informed, unwittingly giving everything away.

Shen Dong and his companion went upstairs shadily, and immediately noted a row of doors; no need to think twice, these were definitely the live-streaming rooms—broadcasting via video in this day and age was retardedly common.

Tip-toeing, Shen Dong snuck up to a door, lifted his head, and—wow...

Gorgeous indeed!

This was the unregulated era of live streaming—spaghetti straps and black stockings under a translucent sun-protective garment, occasionally posing seductively, flashes of allure now and then barely concealed.