If I Lose, I Kiss You; If I Win, You Kiss Me

Xu Sanshi straightened his clothes. He could hardly wait to show everyone how dashing he looked in battle.

"Both sides, please send your first Soul Master onto the platform," the referee called.

"I'm up first, then." Xu Sanshi happily jumped straight onto the Battle Platform.

Wang Dong'er and Huo Yuhao sat in the rest area, holding hands and looking utterly relaxed.

Since Huo Yuhao had exhausted himself so badly last time, Wang Yan had told the two of them to sit this match out and get some proper rest. Today, they could watch the competition to their hearts' content.

"Dong'er, do you think Xu Sanshi can win the first round?"

"Of course he can. He might not look very reliable, but there's no questioning his strength. Rather than asking whether he can win the first round, we might as well guess how many rounds he'll win."

"Then how many do you think he'll win?"

Wang Dong'er held up three fingers. "Three."

"Is he really that strong? The other side's Soul Masters don't look weak to me."

"Then shall we make a bet?"

"On what?" Huo Yuhao asked curiously.

"If Xu Sanshi wins exactly three rounds, I win. If it's anything other than three, you win. How's that?"

Huo Yuhao thought it over. His odds of winning seemed pretty good.

"Sure. What are the stakes?"

"If I win, you give me a kiss. If you win, I give you a kiss," Wang Dong'er said with a smile.

"Huhhh?"

Huo Yuhao suddenly froze. It sounded as though he wouldn't lose out with either of those stakes.

Whether he imagined kissing Wang Dong'er or Wang Dong'er kissing him, his heart tingled, and his face flushed slightly.

"Isn't that a little inappropriate? Out in public, with so many people..."

Wang Dong'er suddenly leaned closer,