The restaurant's warm yellow light seemed to prick like needles. Yin Sufang held his breath and sat stiffly at the table. The livestream had a slimming filter, so his figure looked curvy even without a belt, but there were no beauty filters in real life. To look more like a girl, he had squeezed into a dress one size too small. The ties around his waist strangled him, and the breast pads made even breathing difficult.
Armed with a little powder puff and comb, Xuanxuan fussed over Yin Sufang's hair and face. "Good lord, in all my time managing streamers, I've never seen a top donor this generous. No dirty jokes, no requests for private photos, just casually dropping over a hundred thousand in a few days. He's definitely some rich idiot with loaded parents! You've got to seize this chance, baby! Turn him into a long-term meal ticket!"
Yin Sufang couldn't care less about top donors or meal tickets. All he wanted was to save enough to buy his bag and leave this lousy company. He didn't want to spend another day doing this torturous job!
Yin Sufang clenched his back teeth, the trapped air in his chest threatening to burst up his throat. He struggled to breathe out. "Sis, if this donor is so important, couldn't you get me a private room?"
The main dining area was full of people, and every so often, a few sleazy middle-aged men turned to ogle him. Their stares prickled against his back, making him deeply uncomfortable...
"Oh, the company's budget is limited. A private room costs extra. Just bear with it."
Yin Sufang: "..."
Xuanxuan propped up her chin and gazed at Yin Sufang's delicate face, unable to hold back a sigh. "So beautiful. So beautiful I want to marry you..."