Du Aya jumped off the platform. While pulling her adoptive brother, Qi Gaoda, up from the ground, she laughed and said, "Adoptive brother, I'm sorry, I had no choice. No matter how I hit you, you wouldn't fall off the platform, so I had to use this method."
Qi Gaoda didn't speak, he just lowered his eyes, looking at his right hand hanging at his side. Just now, she held his hand...
Then, Qi Gaoda's rugged face turned bright red. He was utterly blushing.
At that moment, the man's dignity was thrown aside, and Qi Gaoda's entire attention was now focused on the fact that Du Aya had held his hand, something that filled his heart with unbridled joy.
Seeing Qi Gaoda not speaking, Du Aya misunderstood and said, "Adoptive brother, in this competition, there are winners and losers. I won, naturally, you lost. You don't need to feel embarrassed, after all, you weren't the only one who lost."
