Chen Yuhe clearly didn't believe him, so she pursed her lips in doubt.
However, she didn't say much because at that moment, Mo Jiaolan and Li Shiyun had already come out of the bedroom.
Both of them had changed into casual outfits, looking fresh and lovely, but the large areas of snow-white skin exposed earlier were now all covered by clothing.
It seemed they had dressed especially conservatively to prevent Ling Feng from taking any advantage!
Seeing them like that, Ling Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes, saying irritably, "Is that necessary? Are you dressing in extra layers because you're afraid I'll challenge you to poker again?"
A blush crept over Mo Jiaolan's face, and she smiled awkwardly; Li Shiyun, on the other hand, shot him a disdainful look, "The loser speaks, who's afraid?"
"Exactly, if we really play poker, it's anybody's guess who'll end up stripped!" Chen Yuhe chimed in.
Ling Feng's face showed defiance: "Is that so? Dare to continue tonight?"
