Lan Fenghuang kept banging her little head on the table, "Oh my God, am I really that unlucky!"
This round, we doubled the stakes, requiring her to remove six pieces of clothing.
She pouted and took off her wool coat.
Then she removed two skirts, her clothing finally about to run out.
When one's luck goes bad, it can stay that way for a dozen rounds straight without turning.
Unlucky Lan Fenghuang was like that; in the next three rounds, she either let someone win or let everyone win.
At this point, her head felt fuzzy and she had drunk five or six cups of plain water, her belly was bloated.
Luckily, she had layered on a dozen stockings earlier, or she'd be in real trouble.
Even so, she was left in just a tank top.
Qin Feng was secretly pleased, after playing for half a day, he finally got to enjoy a small advantage.
This round was crucial for Lan Fenghuang, and she put all her focus into it.
