This is obviously targeted at Yun Ya, and even Yan Xing can hear it despite being a bit slow, and he can't help but say angrily: "How can you, a man, feel okay about this? Aren't you ashamed?"
Yan Sheng shrugged: "That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?"
"Interesting my foot..."
Yan Song shot a cold glance at Yan Sheng, and Yan Sheng instinctively shrank his neck.
Yan Song was about to pull Yun Ya away when Yun Ya agreed happily: "Sure."
Yan Xing was a bit anxious at first, but then he thought of something and laughed triumphantly: "This is great, a strip dance, Yan Sheng, looking at your bean sprout-like figure, how much meat do you have? Be careful not to lift a stone only to drop it on your own foot."
Yan Sheng snorted coldly, shuffled the cards skillfully, and mocked inwardly.
Arrogant woman, let's see what you'll do when you lose.
"Let's get this straight first, big brother, you can't help Sister Yun Ya, or what's the point of playing?"
