Shen Yan was very calm in the face of Yang Mi's doubts.
"Don't slander me. You're showing that you can't afford to play. If you say that I cheated, show me the evidence.”
Shen Yan spoke confidently, but in fact, he was a little guilty because he had indeed cheated.
However, he couldn't be blamed for this. It was purely instinctive. As a grandmaster magician, cheating at cards was instinctive to him. It didn't matter if it was difficult or skillful.
What was magic?
Magic was deception.
A magician uses hand speed, technique, props, light, and other environmental factors to create visual deception. This is magic.
As a grandmaster-level magician, Shen Yan's hand speed had reached its peak. Even if there were no props and no other external environment to use, he could still cheat while playing cards.
The process was quite simple. He just had to change the cards when he drew them, insert the ones he didn't need into the bottom, and find the ones he needed to hold in his hand.
This process was very difficult for ordinary people. It was basically impossible to not be discovered, but for Shen Yan, it was as simple as moving his fingers twice. With his hand speed, even if he slowed down a little, the two women would not notice.
"You cheated. Did you hide your cards?”
Yang Mi firmly believed in her guess. Even if she had no evidence, if she won fifteen rounds in a row, she would dare to eat the poker cards.
Yang Mi knelt down and squeezed herself into Shen Yan's arms. She lifted Shen Yan's clothes to look for him to see if he had hidden any cards.
Dilareba looked at him strangely. Was he looking for cards? Why did it feel like she was acting coquettishly in Shen Yan's arms?
"The poker cards are yours, where can I hide them?”Shen Yan grabbed Yang Mi's arm. From his posture, it looked like he was holding Yang Mi in his arms.
Seeing this, Dilareba suddenly felt a little unhappy and sour. She couldn't explain the feeling, but it was uncomfortable.
"Hey, are you guys still playing?"
"I'm not playing anymore!" Shen Yan got out of bed and said," You two should go and wash up. It's not good for your skin if you keep it on you for too long."”
Women cared more about their skin than their weight. When they heard what Shen Yan, a professional, said, the two women immediately became worried. They put on their slippers and ran back to their rooms to take a shower.
Yang Mi entered the washroom while humming " The Offering of Love." It was obvious that she was in a good mood.
As for Dilareba…she stood under her hair with her head lowered, allowing the water to flow on her snow-white skin. Her pretty face was filled with disappointment.
She was not a person who liked to be stubborn. On the contrary, she was a little careless.
However, this was just her personality. It didn't mean that she didn't care about anything.
She could feel that when she saw Yang Mi in Shen Yan's arms, she was very unhappy.
She did not know what this meant. Did she like Shen Yan? She wasn't sure.
Did he just feel that he was being ignored? But why did he have this feeling?
"Aiya, so annoying!" Dilareba rubbed her hair.
After Yang Mi took a shower, she immediately went to Shen Yan's room with a piece of paper in her hand. This was the role that the production team had arranged for Shen Yan. Liu Xiaojiao had just sent it over.
Dilareba did not go. She did not go to Shen Yan's room on purpose. She felt that she had to control herself. In the past, when Shen Yan was not around, she would usually rest and play in her room most of the time.
In this world, nothing was indispensable.
He ate some fruits, swiped his phone, and read the jokes on Weibo. If he was really bored, he would post a selfie to give his fans some benefits.
She had plenty of things to play with, so why did she have to go to Shen Yan's room?
Dilareba kept comforting herself in her heart, hinting to herself and deliberately humming a song.
But…ten minutes later, she could not take it anymore.
It was hard for her to calm down. Even though she was holding her phone and surfing Weibo, her eyes were fixed on it.
However, her mind was not on this at all. She could not help but think about Shen Yan, wondering if Yang Mi had gone to Shen Yan's room at this moment.
She wondered if they would hug each other like before when they were alone.
It was very difficult to control a person's thoughts. Only eminent monks and high and mighty saints could do this.
Dilareba was naturally not an eminent monk or a saint, so she could not control her thoughts and worry.
After hesitating for a moment, she got up and got out of bed. She put on her slippers and ran to Shen Yan's room with her long, fair legs.
In Shen Yan's room, Shen Yan was sitting on a chair facing the window. He was looking down at a piece of paper with the character's situation written on it.
Yang Mi sat on the handle of the chair, half of her body leaning against Shen Yan as she looked down.
When Dilareba saw this scene, she couldn't help but pout. Then, she sat on the other side of the chair and leaned half of her body against Shen Yan.
"What are you looking at?"
Shen Yan felt the softness on his shoulders and shook the paper.""My character."
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