Translator: Yunyi
Long Hu: Wow! Thatâs a lot of money! Sis Tang is treating us to barbecue!
Xu Yue: Are you celebrating April Foolâs Day in advance?
...
Jing Linglin: Oh my god, the vice-class president must be heartbroken!
MostBeautifulAunt: Puppy love? Tang Xinrou, letâs talk!
MostHandsomeUncle: Well done! Iâll give you a red packet!
...
Just as the class chat exploded and everyone was sympathizing with An Feiran, someone in the chat group suddenly dropped a screenshot.
After seeing it clearly, the class chat quietened down.
An: I had a dream. [screenshot]
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Yaoyao: /clap
Xu Yue: /clap
Han Jun: ???
Han Jun: /clap
Shen Xun: What the hell?
Jing Linglin: Oh~
Longhu: I feel like the Class President knows something. /confused
...
Ms. Meng: Son, are you dating?
Father An: When will you bring her home for me to see?
Father An: I just transferred a sum of money to you. Donât be frugal when youâre in love. Be nice to girls
Uncle: You and Rourou?
...
This night was destined to be restless.
When Huo Yunque walked into Song Yaoyaoâs bedroom, he saw the girl kneeling on the bed with her butt sticking out. He didnât know what position she was in, but she was playing with her phone with her face turned sideways.
âHey, Hey...â
Song Yaoyao was suddenly lifted up. She struggled a little and settled down.
Because she smelled a familiar refreshing scent.
âGege.â
âDonât lie down and look at your phone.â
He took the phone away from her hand with an indifferent expression and raised his hand to rub her eyes. Song Yaoyaoâs eyes were indeed a little sore and swollen. She groaned comfortably, and she leaned coquettishly into Huo Yunqueâs arms.
When her eyes were soothed, Song Yaoyao opened them again and saw a box of cards in Huo Yunqueâs hands.
âWhatâs this?â She looked over and realized that Huo Yunque was holding a box of poker cards.
âA game before bed; the deal we made last time.â
Huo Yunque reminded her.
âI havenât forgotten!â Song Yaoyao wrinkled her nose and hugged the pillow arrogantly. âBut, Gege, are you sure you want to play? Iâm really good at poker!â
âOh? Then Iâd like to experience it.â
The cards were pulled out of the box, and the manâs hands shuffled them quickly. Song Yaoyao watched in a daze. Her fingers were long and slender, and his knuckles were well-defined. They looked even better than in the movies.
Gulpâ
Song Yao gulped.
âWhatâs the bet? Does the loser still have to fulfill the winnerâs request?â
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and placed the shuffled cards in the middle.
âDo you want to check?â
âNo need.â
Song Yaoyao glanced at the cards with her eyes. She did not think that Huo Yunque would go so far as to tamper with the cards.
âThree rounds for three requests, how about it?â
âSure!â
Song Yaoyao clenched her small fists. She was already imagining the three things that she would get Huo Yunque to do.
In the first round, Song Yaoyao won.
She shook her head proudly and raised her eyebrows. âHow was it? I told you I was good, right?â
The girlâs voice was soft, gentle, and sly. It was extremely cute.
âYes, very good.â
The man placed his hand on the armrest and drew his cards lazily.
The second round began.
This round was easier because they both knew what the cards in each otherâs hands were. At this moment, it was all about brainpower. Song Yaoyao was still very lucky, holding a good hand of cards.
However, every time she played, Huo Yunque would block her.
The round ended.
Song Yaoyao pouted. âI lost.â
âSo itâs canceled.â
Huo Yunque curled his lips. The light shone on his eyes, like a layer of golden paint.
He sat at the table, casually propping up his chin, his clear eyes drooping, and he generously found a chance for Song Yaoyao to keep her pride.