Sun Nan stretched out his big hand and placed it on Lin Yong's shoulder, grinning mischievously, his eyes particularly generous towards her fluttering face, "What this young master is looking at isn't chess, it's poker."
Nalan Xue almost choked with anger. She was already uncomfortable with all the sticky notes on her face, and God knows how much it infuriated her. She, a person who barely won at eating contests, was ruining her face like this. She had thought it would be an easy win, with Liao Ya, Lin Yong, Cheng Jingxue, and herself against the other team; her and Liao Ya's team. Who could have imagined they would lose every round, and those two men didn't even think about letting the girls win. Especially Lin Yong, who glared daggers at her; he was so ruthless even when playing against his own woman.
