"Let's play a simple game, a simple matter of win or lose, where the winner gets to make a demand of the loser, how about that?" Song Er appeared to be asking for consent, but he didn't have the tone of someone actually asking.
There, by the door, several people were gathered, clearly ready to take action if she didn't agree.
"And if I win, what if I demand you to die?" Ye Ranran's lips curled into a smile, her face bearing a naive cheerfulness, as if she wasn't talking about a matter of life or death but rather what to eat today.
"Then I would naturally have to die, but if I win, my demands won't be so simple," Song Er also smiled, but his smile looked sinister to Ye Ranran, no matter how she looked at it.
"What if I'm unwilling?" Ye Ranran's eyes shimmered.
"They say I don't discriminate between men and women, if you're unwilling, I'm not the type to force someone, right? But then, Mrs. Jun would just have to aggrievedly stay here with me for the night."
