"Bet," Ximen Longying held back her temper, "Anyway, I'm lucky today..."
This time, Ximen Longting drew a flush, but it didn't go well (for example, they were all spades, but the cards couldn't connect 24679).
Obviously smaller than the last four.
The card Ximen Longying received happened to be a straight, but of a different suit.
Jing Jiaren didn't know how to play stud, so she asked in a low voice: "Is this big?"
"Not as big as you." He glanced at her breasts wickedly.
Jing Jiaren frowned, damn, what is he alluding to...
"Dirty." whispered.
"If you're not obscene, how do you know what I'm talking about?" Ximen Longting looked back at her coldly, "She's obviously a slut, so stop pretending to be innocent."
Jing Jiaren spoke in a low voice, so only two people could hear her.
However, Ximen Longting answered very loudly, so Ximen Longying and Leng Aofeng across from him could naturally hear him clearly.
Ximen Longying smiled: "Don't bring the bed issues between your master and servant to the table."
"..."
"It's better for pregnant women not to work too hard, as it may harm your health!"
Jing Jiaren quickly glanced at Leng Aofeng, her cheeks turned red, and she didn't know why the topic was brought here.
She stood up and was about to leave, but her wrist was pulled and she fell into his lap.
Since she came back from escaping, he has never hugged her or let her sit on his lap...
Such an intimate gesture brought his breath to her.
He held the cards in one hand and clasped her waist with the other: "The cards haven't been shown yet, where do you want to go?"
"..."
"Brother, what's your card?" Ximen Longying's hand was not great, but it was still a straight. He thought that since he was so lucky, their cards should be worse than his own.
Moreover, she glanced at Jing Jiaren's breasts and saw that they were a C cup, not too big.
"I have a straight." She stacked the cards.
"You're great." Ximen Longting also stacked his cards.
Ximen Longying was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed. He said the card was smaller than Jing Jiaren's, and now he said it was bigger than her...
She suddenly lowered her head and glanced at her proud breasts. She was an E-cup! Damn it!
What's even worse is that she actually lost this round, which means...
Jing Jiaren's eyes suddenly started to shine, and the corner of her mouth twisted into a very mean smile.
She wanted to be political Ximen Longying. She had been in a different mood for a day or two. She thought she would be punished today, but she didn't expect the good opportunity that God would drop!
She stood up from Ximen Longting's arms and went to get the pen on the coffee table.
"Wait a minute," Ximen Longying looked unsteady, "Change a pen."
"Why? Didn't you bring this on a special trip?" Jing Jiaren deliberately emphasized the word "special trip".
Ximen Longying's waves were shining brightly, and she thought for a moment——
If she insists on changing the pen, Ximen Longting will definitely suspect that there is something fishy about the transaction. With Ximen Longting's personality, he will definitely fulfill the bet and let Jing Jiaren use the pen to paint her face. Maybe this bet doesn't count, he
Stop playing with the young master’s temper.
Don’t offend Ximen Longting!
Think about it the other way around:
If Ximen Longying obediently allows her face to be drawn, she can come back in the next game and draw the beautiful lady in the scene to get revenge!
Since the person who makes the pen can make the pen contain special ingredients and leave it on her face for a week, there must be a way to help her get rid of it.