"Qian Bao, putting aside the fact that your win was utterly disgraceful, even if I wanted to cross-dress for you, we don't have the conditions for it. Look, we don't even have a skirt at home. How about letting Elder Brother give you another reward? I'll do 200 push-ups for you, okay?"
"Push-ups are to be done - but a skirt is also to be worn. Aren't you a real man? Aren't you guys the best at creating conditions even when you have none? I see - this curtain, this quilt, isn't that enough? Make a little adjustment, and they turn into a skirt, don't they? I have lip gloss in my bag too. How about I give you the latest color number?"
"Just kill me now..." Yu Minglang laid down on the sofa, pretending to be dead.
"If you die, who will keep me company? Come on, Elder Brother, get up! You have to accept the loss if you gamble!"
"You won in such a disgraceful manner."
"All is fair in love and war! Besides, I'm not a good person. Didn't you know that from the first day you met me?"
