"I'll make sure to practice properly from now on," Dang Yang promised.
Only then did An Yue nod in satisfaction, "My card skills are so good, and yours are so bad. If you don't improve, how can you be a match for me?"
Dang Yang: "..."
If you're that skilled, why don't you go find the God of Gamblers?
"Yes, I'll work hard," Dang Yang said earnestly.
It seems my card skills aren't good enough. Losing money today was because truly skilled mahjong players won't lose.
An Yue saw Dang Yang being so perceptive and was very pleased.
The two returned home, and An Yue went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she saw the new toiletries that she was accustomed to using there, a gentle smile appeared on her lips. An Yue was truly dependable in some matters—when he handles things, she's always very assured.
An Yue finished her shower and came out, and then Dang Yang went to take his shower.
After his shower, Dang Yang came over and threw An Yue onto the bed.
