Li Yifei put down the gun, looked at Sarama with confusion, and asked, "I lost, so why are we still honoring the bet? Wasn't it that if I lost, I'd kiss you? Now I've won..."
Sarama pursed her lips, a hint of cunning in her eyes, covered her mouth with a laugh, and said to Li Yifei, "Yes, if you lost, you'd kiss me. And if I lost, then I'd kiss you."
Li Yifei looked at Sarama with a strange expression, silent for a long time.
Sarama, however, was fearless, raising her chin with a thick smile in her eyes. Li Yifei held back for a long while before he said, "So you were just waiting for me!"
Sarama nodded proudly, saying, "Of course, this is fair and reasonable, and you agreed to it, so now it's time to honor the bet!" As she spoke, Sarama took off her mask and headset, walking towards Li Yifei, swaying her waist deliberately with cheer.
