In the live-streaming room, under the camera,
a pair of fair, flawless hands with delicate fingers crushed tomatoes.
The red background made the pale hands look stunning, almost unreal.
[What do you guys think, is the host male or female?]
[I don't know, the voice is pleasant, and then there's these hands…]
[I'm here for these hands.]
[Add one.]
[Add one thousand and one.]
Several viewers, previously just lurking, were drawn out by these hands.
Although the food was delicious, these hands were truly a blessing for those obsessed with hands.
Watching the live stream, Nian Shutong leaned closer to observe Fu Yunhe's hands, then glanced down at her own.
Life really shouldn't be compared, otherwise many injustices would arise. Like her, always wanting to make Fu Yunhe's hands as dark as her own.
The live stream continued, and Fu Yunhe did not respond to the comments.
He preferred to showcase his hands rather than his face.
