Qin Xiu, a bystander merely enjoying the drama, saw the hand on the screen shaking slightly––soon to unbuckle the belt. His heart, for the umpteenth time, rose to his throat.
"Brother Han, I know, you have an obsession with cleanliness. Do you think I'm not clean anymore? Is that why you've never been willing to accept me again? But in fact, you had relations with that woman too. Thus, you and I, in reality, we're the same!"
Zhu Qianying didn't eat much for dinner, and by this time, she had mostly digested it. Otherwise, being forcibly compared to someone else over and over again, she estimated, she would have felt sick enough to nearly vomit her dinner.
The belt buckle finally came undone, and Yi Wei, with a bit of gritted teeth, pulled hard, and the belt was yanked off the suit trousers.
