"I'll tell you if you promise to be my girlfriend for the next week."

The man lowered his head slightly and said half-jokingly.

It was a little flirtatious, but he still looked as elegant as a gentleman.

I had actually bothered him first, so I was pretty calm about it.

"Are the stakes that high?"

"What? You don't want to?" He had a smile under his eyes.

"That's not what I meant."

I glanced back at the card table, where they were all stretched out, excited and gossipy, except for Christian, who was leaning back in the sofa, and I couldn't see his expression clearly.

What would he look like...