The viewers in the live stream watched in shock as the beautiful little host transitioned from a tightly fitting maid outfit to a state where even the buttons of the inner garment were being undone.
A segment of her snow-white neck was exposed, blushing with a timid pink hue, her earlobes turning red as if they could bleed.
When the last card was placed down across the table, the beautiful little host realized that once again, she had lost this round.
Of course, she hadn’t won even once at this gambling table.
But now… the beautiful little host glanced at her own outfit.
The originally elaborate three-layered maid costume was now mostly gone, leaving only a thin inner lining and the hem of her skirt.
Her slender and delicate figure was fully outlined, with beautiful curves that looked so fragile and delicate, revealing skin as pure as fresh snow.
If she took off more, there would be nothing left…
Meanwhile, the man opposite her was still dressed formally, neat and tidy, as if ready to attend an important meeting right after leaving the gambling table.
Under the man’s gaze, the beautiful little host pressed her lips together and shyly said, “The headband counts as a piece of clothing, right?”
Before waiting for a reply, she quickly untied the headband from her hair and pushed it across the table towards the man, as if to bear witness.
“Fair enough,” the man replied, casually wrapping the headband around his wrist. “Shall we continue?”
Hearing the man nod, the beautiful little host finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little embarrassed when she saw her headband on the man’s wrist. She nodded, “Okay.”
Surely, she wouldn’t lose again this round, right?
With this thought in mind, the beautiful little host continued to organize her cards.
[Please don’t lose, dear wife… or we will really be in trouble…]
[My poor wife can’t even win a simple game of comparing sizes, so dumb…]
[I’m also good at cards; can I play a game where my wife takes off a piece of clothing every time she loses?]
[My darling, we can’t count a headband as clothing (ps: I want to see her take off more, hee hee hee)]
[As I said, the air turns completely adult-like when we get to his section… I like this!]
Even with high expectations, the outcome of the game was still influenced by objective factors such as skill and a bit of elusive luck.
However, the beautiful little host’s card skills couldn’t improve in a short time, and her luck was frequently poor.
The outcome of the last round turned out to be similar to before.
Looking at the ruined cards in her hand, she lost all motivation, spreading them out flat on the table.
“I lost,” she said, biting her lips, showing a look of hesitation and struggle. “I’m done…”
Initially, losing one or two rounds could be blamed on bad luck, especially since many of the rounds were just simple comparisons of size.
But as time passed and more buttons came undone, she couldn’t help but believe that luck had never favored her.
There was no point in saying anything more; the beautiful little host resigned herself to her fate, lowering her head, and looked at her remaining clothing with confusion.
She still had one inner top and the skirt left; which one should she take off?
It felt strange no matter which one she chose.
The beautiful little host pursed her lips and blinked her eyes in displeasure.
“It’s not over yet,” the man opposite her raised his chin and revealed his remaining cards. “I lost this round.”
A heart King and a spade Ace were laid out on the table.
The beautiful little host looked at her remaining cards.
“Does that mean I won?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief.
[Okay, I’m tempted to curse a bit, but you lost in the end.]
[No wonder Yan Bao wore so much today; it turns out it was for this.]
[Can I honestly say I really like this game? If you lose, you take off one piece, but my wife is wearing so much, sob sob sob.]
[I’m just too eager; I want to see!!!]
[Why do I feel like she doesn’t want the audience to see what’s underneath… But it doesn’t matter; even if it’s broadcast, we can’t see it.]
[So satisfying to watch; I love seeing the beautiful little host interacting with different men.]
[I love it! When is the rematch? I want to see some offline contests.]
[It seems like my wife is intentionally avoiding letting several men meet; maybe she wants to take them one by one, but in the rematch, she can’t avoid them, hee hee hee.]
[Who is the last mysterious man? I’m really curious; when will it be his turn?!!!]
[Everyone stay calm; the last one must be that mysterious man!!!]
After four men appeared in the live stream, Yan Chuan saw the barrage of comments and discussions in the comment section increasingly mentioning the “fifth man,” enthusiastically speculating about his identity.
That is, Qi Yan, the mysterious man whose name was blank.
Yan Chuan was unsure if the audience could guess Qi Yan’s identity, but he was quite shocked when he saw that the number one ranked viewer in the live stream was there when he went to handle the contract.
His surprise overshadowed his joy.
Regardless of whether the people in the live stream had guessed correctly, it was finally time for Yan Chuan to meet Qi Yan.
By this time, five days had passed since the preliminary round, and the list of those who would enter the rematch was nearly settled.
From the very beginning, Yan Chuan’s live stream ranked first in popularity, so he didn’t need to worry about entering the rematch.
His live stream performed quite well compared to the previous few, but he still felt a little worried about Qi Yan.
After all, the live stream required faces to be shown; it wasn’t like him where no one knew Qi Yan.
If the audience discovered that even investors from the live streaming platform appeared in his live stream… would that be too much?
Moreover, the live stream was also aware of how the top few ranked viewers were secretly calculating; they were very familiar with the top five, and the scenes from the votes reflected that.
Yan Chuan hesitated as he stepped into the office.
[Finally coming? Have waited a lot of days.]
[My wife is so busy; can’t this group of men be a little more considerate and not make her run around?…]
[Wait a minute, this background… doesn’t it look a bit like the headquarters of the platform?]