Han Zeyu couldn't help laughing when he saw An Mengmeng racking her brains so much.
"Ha ha!"
"Why are you laughing?" An Mengmeng really couldn't think of the answer to this question. "I can't guess, left hand or right hand?"
"If I tell you, just take it off."
"Why!" An Mengmeng thought this was unfair.
Han Zeyu said matter-of-factly: "Because you can't answer the question, you lose. If you lose, you must be willing to accept defeat and obey one of my conditions."
Such a simple question, but no one can answer it. Because there are three answers, one, left hand, two, right hand, and three, two hands.
"Really? I have to listen to you if I lose?" An Mengmeng looked at Qingze curiously.
Han Zeyu nodded: "Then I'll tell you the answer~! It's two hands."
Ah! An Mengmeng suddenly realized, wouldn’t it be easier to take off clothes with two hands?
"Hmm, two hands~~two hands~~~" An Mengmeng muttered, unaware that Han Zeyu was approaching him.
"Ah——!" A burst of cute screams spread throughout Han Zeyu's home.
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An Mengmeng was sitting by the sofa with tears in her eyes, sobbing softly.
"Damn it... I said... you can't take it off... Mengmeng won't take it off... you still take it off..." An Mengmeng said aggrievedly.
Chapter completed!