"Do you have no regrets?" Tang Rao asked Fang Jinxiu, squinting his eyes as he looked at her up close.
"I don't have any regrets." Fang Jinxiu shook her head.
"I'll ask you again, do you have any regrets?" Tang Rao swallowed, the scent coming off of Fang Jinxiu was really nice, faint, but irresistible—it made one want to explore further.
"I said, no regrets."
"Actually, you could still think it over."
"Tang Rao, are you freaking annoying or what? It's just losing a bet and having to bark like a dog. Aren't you, a grown man, ashamed to be so petty? Regrets? My only regret is not betting more!" Fang Jinxiu retorted.
Yes, just a moment ago, bored, she had made a bet with Tang Rao on how many condoms were in the cabinet.
Tang Rao, this foolish guy, actually guessed seven. Dumbass, do you really think you're a young lad up for *seven times in one night*?
Of course, there were only two. How could a hotel possibly give you seven, lunatic...
At least, most hotels only provide two.
