"A beautiful woman is nothing more than a vase." Lu Qian sneered, his helmet suddenly snatched from his hands by a swift figure, Qiao Xiaren, before he could react.
"If you're a man, fight me head-on, stop muttering like a woman." Smiling with unmatched brilliance, Qiao Xiaren deftly put the helmet on her head, "To be fair, I'll use your car."
Is she serious?
Lu Qian grinned maliciously, "You're delusional... But since you dare to provoke me, fine. How about the loser takes off their clothes and dances?"
The crowd whistled teasingly, the vision of a beauty performing a strip dance was enticing indeed. The world of these dilettantes made every game lasciviously fun.
"Strip it is!" Qiao Xiaren seemed to give Lu Qian a meaningful look, revealing a faint smile. After all, it wasn't going to be her stripping. She really can't wait to see him break down...