"Qian, let's not talk about how unfairly you won this bet. Just say your husband wants to show you my cross-dressing, but there aren't any conditions for it. Look, we don't have any skirts at home. How about letting big brother give you another reward instead? How about I do 200 push-ups for you?"
"Push-ups are happening— but the skirt is also non-negotiable. Aren't you a real man? Aren't you known for creating conditions when there are none? Let me see— you've got curtains here, bed sheets there, don't they all work? A little modification, and presto, a skirt! I even have lip gloss in my bag; how about I give you the latest color?"
"Just kill me..." Yu Minglang spread out on the sofa, pretending to be a corpse.
"Who will keep me company if I kill you? Come on, big brother, get up~ you lost the bet fair and square!"
"Your win was really unfair."
"All is fair in war! Besides, I was never a good person anyway, didn't you know this on the first day you met me?"
