923: One who gambles must be ready for loss.

One who gambles must be ready for loss.

With one mouthful after another again, he polished off the bowl of noodles completely.1

None was left in the bowl at the end.

He must be so hungry as he even finished off the broth.

After putting down the bowl, he looked squarely at her with a cocked brow.

She carefully probed, "Are you full now?"

"No, but I'm not particularly hungry, too," he replied.

She sucked in a deep, cool breath.

She suddenly realized that she ought to reacquaint herself with this man.

Why did she not know that he had such a big appetite?

"Since you are done eating, you must wash the dishes." She issued an order with a smile.

He looked at her steadily and said, "I don't know how to do that."

"… I'll teach you if you don't know how."

"If that's the case, why don't you wash the dishes, instead?" he asked unhurriedly.

That stumped her.

She retorted with a frown, "It's tiring to cook the noodles for you."

The man's eyes gave a fierce twitch at her words; how tiring could it be to cook a few bowls of instant noodles?!

Thus, he rebutted, "It should be easy to cook instant noodles."

He then gave her a look. Obviously, she was finding a chance to be lazy.

"How about this? Let's decide with a game of 'rock-paper-scissors'. The loser will wash the dishes!" She stood up and rolled up her sleeves determinedly.

The man sat in the chair and sneaked a peek at her nonchalantly, seemingly agreeing to her proposal with his look.

"Sure."

The atmosphere turned heavy and strange in the dining hall at that very moment.

The woman eyed the man like a hawk, slowly holding her fist high in the air…

"Rock—paper—scissors!"

"This isn't counted; let's do again! The one with two wins out of three sets is the winner!"

"You…"

"Loser must admit defeat!" She glared at him.

"Rock—paper—scissors!"

The air seemed to freeze momentarily.

Wearing a smile, he retrieved his hand and crossed his arms elegantly, whereas she was so upset she almost vomited blood!

What… What is this? I've lost again?!

She pointed a finger at him bitterly. "You cheated! You must've cheated!"

His eyes were smiling as he reached and knocked against the table with his knuckles. "Miss Yun, please watch your words. As it says, the one who gambles must be ready for loss."

She swallowed down her defeat unwillingly. This concerned her pride, so how could she take this loss without a fight?

Clenching her fist, she wanted him to play the game again, but he ignored her.

Left with no choice, she could only throw the bowls and utensils into the basin filled with water. Taking up the steel mesh sponge with an angry face, she proceeded to scrub the dishes after squeezing some detergent on it.

Footsteps sounded behind her without warning, and soon a pair of long arms slowly reached across her waist; his steady and warm torso pasted close to her back.

The man encircled her waist from her back, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. The humid breath from his nostrils gently caressed the side of her face invisibly.

Her hands in motion halted with a start. Giving an unnatural smile, she asked, "Hey, hey! What are you doing?"

He did not say a word except to reach out and lift her hands.

Her hands were still covered with cleaning foam and grease as he gently held and brushed his fingers against them. He was staring at the calluses on her palms.

Her ten fingers were slender and naturally suitable to play the piano. Beautiful and jade-like, this pair of hands could easily reach an octave on the keyboard.

However, such a pair of beautiful hands, from the palms to the fingertips, was covered in calluses. One would be able to see the coarseness of her palms if one looked at them carefully.

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