"I already told you I've been winning too much lately, I was starting to feel a bit guilty."
Brother Cheng was completely unrestrained.
He just reached out and lightly pinched her dewy, tender cheek.
While marveling at how good it felt in his hand, he kept shamelessly playing the modest winner.
"But you just wouldn't listen, had to ram that hard head of yours right into it."
Qiu Yuxuan didn't even know if she'd been hit too hard, to the point she'd forgotten to slap his hand away.
"You really delivered yourself to my door."
Brother Cheng put his hand down and shook his head in disappointment, like hating iron for not becoming steel.
"I didn't force you, did I?"
"I gave you countless chances to back out in the middle, and what was it you said again?"
"Even I thought those terms were over the top, I told you we could just not bet."
"You still wouldn't listen, what do you call that…"
"Those who bring calamity on themselves can't live!"
"Pathetic, utterly pathetic!"
