Take your time, dear

Yan Jingxi smiled faintly, pushing the tray to the center of the table with her left hand. Her slender fingers tapped on the plate and glanced at it, "The old rules, one hundred per person, double the bet if I lose.",If it weren't for that year when I was eight, a fortune teller said I had the fate of a "Mother of the World," who in ancient times, whoever married me would become emperor, bringing good luck to my husband.,Yan Jingxi didn't expect such a cold reaction, his eyes were too dark / filled with too much rationality.。