"Hehe, looks like Sister Luo will be drinking first. Let me pour you some..."
The deep red liquid slowly entered the wine glass.
"Let it go, it's not like I'm the one who lost anyway."
Luo Qingyan flipped over the playing cards.
twenty one.
"Um???"
Qin Bai looked at her in surprise: "Why are you so surprised that you're older than me?"
The yandere girl shrugged, "Is it my fault?"
"Fine, fine, I don't believe it, that you're all older than me."
Pei Wanyin smiled and said, "I'm not the one who lost, it's 21."
Shen Guaiguai flipped over the playing cards: "It doesn't seem to be me either, 21."
Qin Bai was stunned, and the wine bottle in his hand felt much heavier.
He turned to look at Ling Xiangxue, who was biting her lip and staring at the playing cards with a conflicted expression.
Seeing her little expression, Qin Bai exclaimed, "No way, you're 21 too?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Ling Xiangxue reluctantly turned over the playing cards.
It seems like Xiaobai lost quite badly.
How pitiful.
Luo Qingyan laughed so hard she nearly fell over, and beneath her swaying long dress, a patch of soft, silky, milky-white skin was revealed at the neckline.
Qin Bai gritted his teeth and drank a glass of red wine.
"Keep going, keep going! I don't believe you can stay this lucky forever. What kind of child cries every single day...?"
Then.
There really are children who cry every day.
In the time that followed, Qin Bai learned what the tragedy of a gambler was: tonight, the god of fortune had abandoned him, his loyal subject.
They never won even once.
I downed a whole bottle of red wine; either I overdid it or I couldn't keep up with the competition.
Qin Bai fell into severe self-doubt.
Is it because his luck is usually distributed among all his girlfriends, or...?
In the mouth?
Otherwise, it simply doesn't make sense.
These guys are all crazy from losing so much.
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