The soft curve of her waist, accentuated by the piled bath towel, made her bust appear even more striking. The towel covered only half, growing all the more tempting.
Pink hair spilled over her shoulders, her stunning face lit with pure, innocent smiles—utterly unaffected by the distant thunder.
Her beautiful legs knelt in a proper maiden’s pose, calves parted neatly on either side, demure and dignified. A loose beige house dress revealed plump thighs.
Gujiajia slightly arched her back, dark hair falling forward, her ample cleavage half-hidden yet impossible to ignore.
Most captivating were her slender legs crossed casually, skin smooth and pale as fine white jade. Her skirt draped over most of her thighs, relaxed and effortless.
Her figure was perfectly balanced—not as voluptuous as the other two older sisters, yet far more comforting.
Su Qingshan propped her chin, yawning. Though still aloof, she radiated lazy ease.
“Who deals?”
“I will!”
Luo Shiy-a volunteered eagerly.
The pink-haired older sister grinned, brimming with smug confidence.
She leaned forward to grab the cards, revealing ample cleavage. Gujiajia blushed slightly, but Su Qingshan didn’t even glance.
“Wow, such great cards this round~ I’m calling landlord!”
Luo Shiy-a exclaimed dramatically, face flushed with pride and self-assurance.
With her skills and this hand…
Just imagining seeing her favorite junior soon made her giddy!
“No.”
The girl held her cards while still yawning, chin in hand.
She was so sleepy—just wanted this over fast so she could nap.
“I refuse too!”
Gujiajia chimed in immediately.
She frowned at her terrible hand.
“Consecutive pairs!”
Luo Shiy-a slapped down six cards, thrilled inside.
Gujiajia, her next player, shook her head—her cards couldn’t form even a few pairs.
Su Qingshan stayed silent, then tossed down six cards of her own.
Her junior’s sequence was bigger than hers?!
No matter—it was just the start. She’d let the junior win this round.
Luo Shiy-a hid her shock, magnanimously gesturing for Su Qingshan to lead.
“Airplane.”
Su Qingshan played a small one: three threes, three fours, plus two singles.
So huge?!
She had big triples, but couldn’t chain them!
“Pass.”
“Pass.”
Gujiajia shook her head too.
“Bomb.”
Su Qingshan had only one card left.
Luo Shiy-a gritted her teeth, slamming down four kings.
If she didn’t reclaim control now, she’d never win!
Gujiajia saw the single card too, instantly throwing down two.
Joker bomb!
She casually discarded a small single. Su Qingshan cleared her hand—peasants won.
The round ended too fast for Luo Shiy-a to react.
But she wasn’t discouraged—plenty more rounds ahead!
This time, Qingqian got lucky. Next time? Not a chance!
Second round: Luo Shiy-a as landlord, crushed.
Panic flickered—she needed to get serious.
Third round: crushed again!
Fear crept in—was her junior this skilled at games too?
Fourth round: Luo Shiy-a refused to believe it. Juniors like this rarely played group games; it had to be luck… right?
She only got to play the opening hand before being locked out completely!
Luo Shiy-a’s eyes widened, all confidence gone, a chill creeping down her spine.
One round was good cards. Two was luck. But four?!
True dread settled in, a trace of despair rising.
…
Tenth round: landlord lost, peasants won.
Luo Shiy-a was broken. As landlord, she could barely play after her first move!
“Waaah, Qingqian-junior, you’re too cruel! Can’t you let me win just once?”
Luo Shiy-a threw her cards down, resorting to antics.
She reached to hug Su Qingshan, but the girl dodged smoothly.
Luo Shiy-a didn’t get up, flopping onto the floor instead. Her chest pressed flat, body like a ripe peach, waist bending into a suggestive curve.
She lifted her head, eyes pleading, the pose and exposed skin utterly bewitching.
Su Qingshan, who’d only leaned away earlier, now shifted farther from Luo Shiy-a.
She shuffled the deck, slender fingers moving like flowing water—elegant, mesmerizing.
Her words were pure Su Qingshan.
“No.”
Utterly crushed, Luo Shiy-a rolled on the floor, whining.
“Just one win, pleeease~~”
“Can’t handle losing?”
Su Qingshan looked down at the tantruming Luo Shiy-a, tilting her head slightly.
Her face was blank, yet it silenced Luo Shiy-a completely!
“Why am I always landlord? Why not her?”
Luo Shiy-a glared at Gujiajia.
Gujiajia couldn’t suppress her smile, eyes crinkling happily.
“Oh dear, I’m terrible at this. My cards are awful—who’d dare be landlord?”
After all, she barely played any cards!
She barely knew Dou Di Zhu. If losing was based on leftover cards, she’d be the worst!
But it was a team game—and her teammate was a god. Clinging to the junior’s leg, her weakness didn’t matter; she’d win by proxy!
Why suffer when she could coast to victory with the junior?
Luo Shiy-a fumed, unable to argue.
Only this busty older sister played at her expected level!
Su Qingshan finished shuffling, seeing Luo Shiy-a still sprawled.
“Still playing?”
Luo Shiy-a didn’t want to!
She stood no chance against the junior, and the older sister refused landlord—it was hopeless!
“Why are you so good?”
Luo Shiy-a groaned, genuinely despairing.
Why had she even come? She wasn’t a masochist!
“Luck, I guess.”
“That lucky?”
“My luck’s always been good. There was a National Dou Di Zhu Championship once—I got lucky and won three years straight. Got boring, so I quit.”
Su Qingshan yawned after speaking.
Winning a national title once could be luck—but three times? That took skill too!
Calling three championships “luck”?!
Why was junior (Dark Dragon) so monstrously (skilled)?
In that moment, both women’s thoughts synced—shock for one, awe for the other.
Luo Shiy-a thought: Overdoing modesty is just showing off. Classic humblebrag!
Gujiajia thought: Dark Dragon is amazing! Running a top company, a genius student, and even dominating games like this!
