"Bet! I bet two dollars that they didn't sleep together," Liu Xiaolian said.
"If you're going to bet, make it ten dollars! Two dollars is too stingy," Wang Erzhu got excited.
"Fine, we'll see tomorrow."
The next morning, as soon as Wang Erzhu and Liu Xiaolian opened their eyes and dressed, they went to knock on the next-door neighbor's door.
Niu Shanshan woke up and pulled back the curtains.
Blinding sunlight fell on An Ping's face, who slowly opened his eyes and saw Niu Shanshan sitting beside him, not wearing any clothes, and he suddenly flipped over and sat up.
"You're awake?" Niu Shanshan looked at him with a shy gaze.
An Ping realized he was not wearing any clothes and hurriedly grabbed his clothes to cover himself, "What...what exactly happened?"
"Have you forgotten about last night?"
"What happened last night?" An Ping rubbed his aching forehead, utterly unable to recall anything about the previous night.
