She clearly won, she definitely won!
Gu Shaocheng, standing at the head of the bed, playfully pushed Chenxing's quilt and laughed, "What are you doing, giving me that look? A loss is a loss. Why are you acting so unsporting? If you can't accept defeat, then you're just a little puppy."
A muffled voice came from under the quilt, defiantly insisting, "I won, I clearly won. You're the poor sport! You cheated! You tricked me! I'm a capable person! Yes, I am! Yes, I am!"
Gu Shaocheng squinted, looking at Chenxing's quilt.
Alright, he admitted, he was the sore loser and, in the end, he was the one who desperately tried to justify himself. He didn't feel any joy from winning the bet when looking at the sulking little girl. Instead, it left a bad taste in his mouth.
He was suddenly infuriated!
"Is this your way of acting sore because you lost?"
He was already exasperated when he found out she had made money, and now she was acting this way, impatient to fly solo?
