"You're not worried that Chen Ke might draw 'ten lovemaking positions with Chen Ke'?" Gu Ran asked curiously.
"That's a low-probability event," He Qingyan laughed, "Besides, this is just a game. No matter who draws whose penalty slip in the end, I can accept it, including the current situation—I complete all the penalties."
Talking about 'can accept,' for her it should be: there couldn't be a more wonderful outcome than this.
"Why would you write these kinds?" Chen Ke asked, both troubled and puzzled.
Completing these three penalty slips, don't you think it's like a group P?" He Qingyan couldn't hide her excitement, "Keke, your birthday is a group P, oh!"
"It's not like that..." Chen Ke felt desperate.
She muttered to herself, "If my parents knew I was living such a chaotic life in Haicheng, they'd definitely think I've picked up bad habits. They'd threaten to jump from a building to make me return to Nancheng."
