Qian Jinhua originally thought Qin Hao wanted her to be a scholar.
But the answer turned out to be unexpected.
Qin Hao laughed and said, "As long as I don't die, I win. It's simple, let me feel your grandeur."
Grandeur?
Qian Jinhua froze for a moment, realizing Qin Hao's gaze was on her chest, her face turned red with shame and anger: "You shameless scoundrel!"
She was indeed furious.
What kind of rogue would stake their life on a bet just to touch someone's chest?
"What, not willing?"
Qin Hao grinned mischievously: "This place was born to be touched, right? And if it's so big, leaving it there would be a waste!"
"Despicable scoundrel! Worse than pigs and dogs!"
Qian Jinhua was at a loss for words, only able to curse to cover her embarrassment and guilt.
Truth be told, having a large chest was one of her biggest annoyances.
Usually, to practice martial arts properly, she often tied her chest down with a bag.
