Chapter 61 That Sort of Thing What Sort of Thing?

"How about it? You're not too scared to bet, are you?"

Lin Ruoxue's cherry-red, alluring lips puckered slightly, with a hint of "provocation".

"Fine, I accept, but what if I win?"

Su Chen shrugged nonchalantly, fully aware of the young lady's attempt to goad him.

"What then?"

Lin Ruoxue regarded Su Chen warily, her stomachache seemingly lessened by the distraction of his attention.

"Well," Su Chen stroked his chin, his lips revealing that rogueish grin once more, "I'll have to think about that."

"Spill it!"

Lin Ruoxue, seeing Su Chen's mischievous demeanor, felt like a little rabbit that had stumbled into a big, bad wolf's trap.

"If I win, I want you..." Su Chen paused deliberately at this point.

"No way!"

Lin Ruoxue immediately rejected outright, thinking to herself that this guy was absolutely up to no good!

"I haven't even said it yet, how can you say it's not acceptable?"

Su Chen glanced at Lin Ruoxue's stunning face and teased her playfully.