"I don't want it." Sheng Youxia needed to win, and this clothing would definitely be a hindrance.
But the sweatshirt she was wearing, Fu Shilv found too short, and any slight big movement would reveal too much.
"Then put it on."
"No, it's too hot to bear."
Sheng Youxia was already drenched in sweat at this point, glistening beads covering her forehead, and a steamy killing intent glimmered in her eyes, her desire to win intensely sparked.
The girl on the other side grew impatient, urging, "Are we playing or not? If not, you lose."
Sheng Youxia wanted to smack her into the air right now, her gaze toward Fu Shilv firm and sharp.
"You get off first."
Fu Shilv's gaze fixed on her, and suddenly he stripped off his own top, under everyone's watchful eyes, in the quiet grounds of the campus!
He slipped his POLO shirt over her neck and then pulled up her arms to help her put on the shirt properly.
In the midst of Sheng Youxia's shock, screams erupted around them.
"Wow—"