Bab 1195: Is It Too Late to Regret Now?

Ahhh, what was wrong with her? Why would she bet with Mo Yesi?

They had bet so many times, but had she won even once?

She had already guessed what Mo Yesi wanted to ask, and her legs went weak just by looking at him.

"… I remember," Qiao Mianmian replied reluctantly.

"Then, shouldn't you fulfill your promise? You said that no matter what I ask for, you would agree to it. You still remember that, right?" Mo Yesi leaned closer to her, his warm breath landing on her earlobe.

Qiao Mianmian blushed and glared at him. "Mo Yesi, you're shameless!"

This hooligan!

She knew that he was up to no good.

The man chuckled, his deep voice alluring. "Baby, I didn't force you. You were the one who said that no matter what request I made, you would agree to it. If you're willing to bet, you have to admit defeat, okay?"

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

Of course, she knew that she had lost.