How could Qin Miaomiao tolerate her proud "Divine Skill" being so effortlessly defeated?
She threw the cards onto the ground, but firmly gripped the dice in her palm, gnashing her teeth and saying:
"No, we're continuing!"
Lu Qing glanced at her and said indifferently, "It seems you no longer have a better wager now."
"I do!"
"Oh? What is it?"
"Every time I lose, I'll take off a piece of clothing."
Lu Qing's gaze swept over her, and Qin Miaomiao deliberately straightened her chest, striving to prove that her wager was absolutely substantial!
"Barely acceptable, I suppose."
Damn it, what's with that slightly disdainful tone?
Lu Qing felt somewhat regretful—after all, it would have been simpler to get straight to the point. However, if his dear wife wanted to play, then they would play; as long as she wouldn't regret it.
The gambling match began. Twenty minutes later...
