Ye Feifei looked at Hua Yunliang with a mysteriously confident gaze, a look on her face that spelled certain victory!
——Tsk tsk… Pretty Boy lost the last round, and now he's starting to act up? Ridiculous, he actually thinks he can escape my penetrating gaze, such a laughable daydream! Oh my, Yu Xiaowan's theories on love are so useful, ha ha ha…
Indeed, at this moment, upon hearing these words, the expression on Hua Yunliang's face was the epitome of "honey-glazed awkwardness"! In reality, what he had just said was merely to coax Ye Feifei, how could it be true?
However, with Ye Feifei above him, ceaselessly batting her long, thick, black eyelashes and sending an electric charge, the second round of their face-off began, and he lost again:
"Correct… ah… Queen, whatever you say is right, I won't ignore you, ask me anything you want, and I guarantee I won't lie! You must be tired from standing, why not sit down and take a rest…"
——Ye Feifei, you! Are! Ruthless!
