Chapter 1

My boyfriend lost a game of Truth or Dare and was asked about his underwear color.

His female friend Jennifer immediately answered: "Red!"

Then Jennifer patted my shoulder: "We're just good friends.

He doesn't see me as a woman.

I wash his underwear for him, so don't take it personally."

I rolled my eyes: "That's disgusting."

My boyfriend immediately changed his tone: "Watch your words!"

I covered my mouth and smiled: "My male best friend washes my underwear.

How could a girl do such dirty work?"

Everyone fell silent.

After I said that, the private room went dead quiet.

My boyfriend Ethan, who had been lecturing and belittling me, froze.

Jennifer shrieked: "How can you let a man wash your underwear!?"

Hearing this, Ethan finally snapped back to reality. He frowned and questioned me.

"Natalie, have you no shame? How can you let a man wash your underwear?"

I shrugged indifferently: "Oh come on, my male best friend and I practically grew up wearing the same pants."

"I don't see him as a man, so what's the problem?"

"Besides, my male best friend has known me for twenty years.

If something was going to happen, would it be your turn?"

"Don't worry, honey."

I ruffled Ethan's hair and smiled graciously.

Ethan's face turned iron-blue with anger.

Seeing this, Jennifer quickly pressed herself against Ethan and pulled his head into her chest.

"Ethan, don't be angry. Natalie is just being petty."

"She's definitely jealous and saying these things to upset you.

As a man, don't stoop to her level."

"If you do, we're cutting off this brotherhood!"

Ethan didn't push Jennifer away.

He leaned against her chest and looked at me.

"You don't need to compete with Jennifer. It's pointless."

"You're both women. Can't you get along? She's just a bit blunt."

Ethan spoke with an air of magnanimously forgiving me.

His buddies chimed in: "Exactly, Natalie. You can't just make jokes like that."

"A proper woman should keep her distance from men."

I glanced at them and asked: "What about Jennifer then? Why don't you worry about her reputation?"

Ethan interrupted me impatiently: "Jennifer is different."

I widened my eyes and suddenly flipped up Jennifer's skirt: "Wait, you actually have a dick!?"

Jennifer screamed and ran away, her face flushed with anger.

Ethan quickly shielded her and questioned me: "Are you crazy?"

I shrugged indifferently: "We're all bros, what's there to be shy about."

"My male best friend asked me to go get a massage. I'm leaving."

I didn't want to hear Ethan and Jennifer's excuses.

I waved at them and turned to leave.

"Oh right, my male best friend has bigger tits than you.

They're really comfortable to rest on."

"Have some more, Ethan."

I pointed at Jennifer's flat chest at the door and laughed, then slammed the door shut.

Ethan had pursued me for half a year, bringing me meals and gifts.

The day we got together, quite a few people sent me anonymous messages.

Telling me not to date guys with their own little clique.

No problem. He has his female friends, I have my male best friend.