"Lele, my heart aches for you," Ye Xuan said, biting her straw, her face full of sympathy as she looked at Di Xiele.
"Aches for what?" Di Xiele's face was a picture of confusion!
Ye Xuan whispered, "Zhang Fan has never lost a bet, you know. Your strip dance is as good as settled."
Thinking about their time in No. 1 High School, Ye Xuan's smile grew even brighter.
Liu Fei? Provincial sports meet?
The guys who bet with Zhang Fan, weren't they all miserably defeated?
However, looking at Di Xiele's magnificent peaks, a smirk of anticipation also formed on the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth.
She too was curious to see what Di Xiele's strip dance would look like.
"Hmph, fine, dead leaf, just you wait. I really want to see how your dear Zhang Fan is going to win," Di Xiele said through gritted teeth, before reaching out and pinching Ye Xuan's chest.
Suddenly, the two started wrestling with each other.
