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The two newly arrived young men remained silent, but Mandala didn't seem to mind, simply smiling as she shook the dice cup in her hand.

"Since you are so shy, why don't I tell your fortunes?"

As the dice cup was lifted, everyone around gasped.

"Oh my... I really didn't expect that."

Seeing that everyone's attention had shifted away from them, Xiao Ran also turned her gaze to the dice cup.

It consists of three ones.

“This is truly rare.” Mandala jumped off the table, gently placed her fingers on Nangong Ming, walked around him, and stood between him and Xiao Ran.

Her hand slid down from Nangong Ming's body, almost touching his hand, but the latter withdrew his hand without saying a word, which surprised Mandala.

She smiled, her alluring eyes fixed on Nangong Ming.

"I see that this young master has such an outstanding temperament, so he must be incredibly handsome under this mask. Why don't you play a game with me? If I win, you can remove this mask and spend the night with me, how about that?"

Nangong Ming shuddered, thinking to himself how shameless this woman could be.

Xiao Ran, however, listened attentively and continued to ask the question about the mandala:

"What if we win?"

The mandala seemed quite troubled, and after thinking for a long time, she finally said:

"I didn't expect that. How about I listen to you, young master? I'll agree to whatever you ask." After saying that, his gaze towards Xiao Ran was so intense it sent a chill down Xiao Ran's spine.

Xiao Ran quickly looked away, made a "one" gesture with one hand in front of the mandala, and said:

"How about one thousand taels?"

Mandala chuckled and, taking advantage of Xiao Ran's inattention, gently touched her fingertips with her hand, her tone incredibly gentle.

"of course can."

Xiao Ran withdrew her hand and nodded, feigning composure.

Several people around uttered words of dissatisfaction. One of them, looking at Mandala's body, licked his lips and said:

"Why should they? They benefit whether they win or lose. I disagree!"

Xiao Ran and Nangong Ming looked at him simultaneously, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

If they don't win, they'll not only have to serve this "old woman," but they'll also lose their lives!

Are they really willing to risk their lives for a night of passion?

However, when they saw what happened next, they changed their minds...

Mandala slowly walked up to the man and gently slapped his face with her hand.

The person's face instantly flushed red, whether from pain or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Xiao Ran thought it was the latter, because she saw the man's infatuated eyes and he kept saying "It smells so good".

"What do you know?" Mandala turned to look at them, but Xiao Ran felt that Mandala wasn't looking at her... but at Nangong Ming.

She winked at Nangong Ming and said, "It's because none of you are as handsome as this young master."

It was as if they were certain that beneath that mask lay a handsome face.

Xiao Ran then noticed that Nangong Ming seemed to have not spoken for a long time. She turned to look at him and saw that he was looking down, biting his lip hard, and his earlobes were almost red and wet.

Nangong Ming was particularly homesick at this time.

special!

Only now did he realize how warm his home truly was, and how dangerous the outside world was! He used to enjoy wandering the streets, thinking his home was a cage that imprisoned him.

If he had the chance to do it all over again, he definitely wouldn't choose to come along!