Nangong Jin imdiately burst into laughter, his lips tilted sideways as he looked at Di Mingchen, unable to help a light chuckle, his voice lodious with a hint of provocation, "Second brother, you don’t have any problem, do you?"
Di Mingchen had a deadpan expression, but he also smiled elegantly, his lips also lifting, as he grandiosely said, "What problem could I have? It’s just undressing."
Having said that, Di Mingchen stood up and began to undress.
Nangong Jin laughed heartily, continuously egging him on, "Young Master Second, co on, undress with a bit more flair."
Gu Qibao, Di Xiaxia, and Nangong Ran imdiately burst into laughter at the scene.
But there was nothing fun about Di Mingchen undressing.
Because he was wearing a military uniform today, which ant two pieces of clothing, alright.
A thin military jacket and underneath, a light green shirt.
So Di Mingchen undressed without any sense of pressure, still maintaining his elegance.
In the end, Nangong Jin pouted. Although watching Di Mingchen undress wasn’t fun, at least he didn’t lose, which was sowhat of a consolation.
Then the second round began, and Gu Qibao felt that they were playing even more cautiously.
Of course, that was to be expected. Betting with their bodies on the line, who wouldn’t be a bit cautious? One oversight could easily lead to embarrassnt.
But even with utmost caution, soone inevitably falls into the trap, and this ti, the proudly self-assured computer-brain Di Mingjue was the victim.
Luckily or unluckily, he ended up having to give his turn to Nangong Jin.
Di Mingjue’s face darkened instantly, wondering if Nangong Jin’s luck was a bit too good today?
This was too early for a misfire, dammit!
"Young Master Third," Nangong Jin spread his hands, a sly smile on his face, looking gleeful and leisurely parting his lips, "The honor is yours."
Di Mingjue: "..."
Gu Qibao couldn’t help but be amused on the side. Although her own husband was being tornted, why did she feel a bit excited?
"Plucking leg hairs, push-ups, undressing—your choice, Young Master Third." Nangong Jin lazily held up three fingers, his smile brimming as he looked toward Di Mingjue.
Di Mingjue had absolutely no desire to speak. Even a seasoned player can capsize in the gutter; his face couldn’t hang on to any dignity.
Nangong Ran was the most excited, biting her finger and looking timidly at Di Mingjue, "Duke, you set the rules. Even if you’re on your knees, you must carry out the punishnt."
Di Mingjue’s face was streaked with frustration as he turned to look at Gu Qibao with an air of gloom, "Wife, you tell , which one should I pick?"
Gu Qibao pondered for a mont, then raised an eyebrow, "Five hundred one-handed push-ups?"
Di Mingjue instantly wanted to curse, what kind of twisted rule was that?
But since his wife had spoken, Di Mingjue had no choice but to stand up, rolling up his sleeves without any fuss, and responded briskly, "Deal."
As he began doing one-handed push-ups, Nangong Ran kept count on the side.
Di Mingchen and Di Mingzhe both looked sour. This was terrible—their three brothers had already lost two rounds.
Five hundred one-handed push-ups in one go, even for Third Young Master Di, that was a bit of pressure.
The hubbub had naturally attracted the attention of Fang Hao and the others.
Qin Qian couldn’t help but laugh, "These kids are playing quite a big ga."
In their eyes, these stakes were definitely more terrifying than gambling with money.
Fang Hao giggled and stood up, waving her hands, "Son, go for it, go for it!"
Di Jinxuan was biting her fingertip on the side, deeply feeling that her brother was in for a tragic ti.
Di Mingjue finished the five hundred one-handed push-ups in twenty minutes, and he had nothing to say afterward.
With a dark face, he sat on the table and called out, "Again, again."
Gu Qibao looked sympathetically at Third Master Di’s slightly flushed face. Emma, that hurt to watch.
But Third Master Di, it’s your own rule. You’ve got to finish the punishnt, even if you’re on your knees!
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