Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven
After Long Xiaoshan pocketed the glass-grade jade, he turned around with a smile and fixed his gaze on Song Yi.
Feeling a bit panicked under his stare, Song Yi scolded, "What are you doing?"
"Sister Song Yi, you wouldn't have forgotten the bet we just made, would you?" Long Xiaoshan said.
"I..." Song Yi's face flushed, and she looked at Long Xiaoshan resentfully, thinking to herself couldn't you enforce the bet somewhere else?
"A kiss!"
"A kiss!"
The onlookers around them, loving the spectacle and never thinking the matter too big, started to clamor loudly.
