"Ranran, you did that on purpose."
Mo Ran raised an eyebrow, feeling so proud inside. She did do it on purpose.
After all, she didn’t want to bathe him, nor did she want to lose the bet.
"Are we betting or not? If not, let’s just forget it."
Gu Yixuan smiled lightly, "Whether I lose or win the bet, I’m the one who ends up benefiting. Why wouldn’t I seize such a great opportunity? Fine, I’ll take your bet."
Mo Ran also felt frustrated inside. To save face as the winner, she actually had to shortchange herself. But telling him ’I love you’ and kissing him did not seem like too much of a loss for her.
"There are too few bowls here, wait a moment." Mo Ran pulled out a few clean bowls, planning to wash them again, and moreover, with more bowls, the chances of him breaking one were higher.
A flicker of amusement crossed Gu Yixuan’s eyes. It seemed like she would lose miserably today. The most update n0vels are published on N0veI.Fiɾe.net
"Let’s start." Mo Ran gave him a smile and handed him a washed bowl.
The bowl was full of slippery dish soap foam. Even Mo Ran could hardly hold on to it without dropping and breaking it.
Yet, Gu Yixuan held onto it steadily, cleaning the bowl she handed to him.
Mo Ran knew he would surely take extra care with these bowls, making sure not to break them. But did he really have no interest in her bet?
Did he prefer having her bathe him over hearing her say ’I love you’?
Well, perhaps a bath was more tangible to him.
There were a total of eight bowls, which Gu Yixuan stacked up precariously. They looked as though they could topple over at any moment.
"Ranran, not a single one is broken." Gu Yixuan proudly displayed his handiwork.
Mo Ran took off her gloves, glancing at him with frustration.
"Alright, I lost. I’ll wash you tonight." She was a good sport about losing, but deep down, she was still upset.
He really didn’t want to hear her say ’I love you’.
If he didn’t want to hear it, then she would never say it again in the future.
"I’ll take the bowls to be sterilized." Gu Yixuan said with a faint smile, raising the stack of eight bowls in his hands. The moment he turned around, his hand slipped, and all the bowls fell to the ground, shattering.
Mo Ran was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter, clapping her hands. "Haha, you lost! You broke all the bowls."
Gu Yixuan looked at her helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.
"How many bowls were there?" he asked.
"Eight!" Mo Ran answered and then immediately felt depressed.
She had to kiss him eight times and say ’I love you’ eight times!
What a loss, such a huge loss...