Tiffany's eyes flashed. "What kind of bet?"
Ye Xuan shrugged. "Let's bet on whether there is a hair inside your stockings. If I win, you have to agree to one condition of mine; if you win, I have to agree to one condition of yours. How about it?"
Tiffany pondered for a moment, asking with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, "Any condition at all?"
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