The content of the first card was already so stimulating; who knows what else is left in the remaining cards?
“I agree,” Zhou Siyuan said. “What about the others?”
Chi Xingyu said, “I agree.”
Qin Xiuxian added, “Count me in.”
Tong Sui quietly said, “I also agree.”
Although he was terrible at drinking, it felt much kinder to just have a drink than to engage in tasks that embarrassed him.
Everyone except Zhong Yi expressed their agreement.
Chi Xingyu frowned and looked over.
Zhong Yi sat there in a daze, seemingly lost in thought, his finger resting against his lip as if savoring a recent experience.
Chi Xingyu’s earlier frustration flared up again; he knocked on the table forcefully, “How much longer do you need to think?”
Zhong Yi slowly lifted his head, “What?”
Chi Xingyu: “…”
The others: “…”
“Forget him,” Chi Xingyu said. “Majority rules, we can substitute it with drinking.”
The staff from the show encouraged from the corner, “But the comments all say they disagree, claiming you can’t handle it.”
Chi Xingyu shot a cold glance, “Who said that? Give me their IDs.”
“Hahaha, alright, Chi God,” the staff member replied. “I’ll write down their IDs for you right away.”
The comments read:
—— He looks like he wants to take me down; how scary, what a vicious jealous man!
—— Chi Xingyu’s image in my heart has completely collapsed; how could he be so sour? What happened to your cool esports god persona?
—— This card is prepared by the production team, how awful!
—— Can’t handle it, can’t handle it, can’t handle it! Important things need to be said thrice.
—— What’s the point of drinking? Everyone’s an adult, let’s do something adults should do.
—— Wait, if he draws a card to kiss Sui Bao, he might forget all about drinking.
—— What’s going on? It suddenly turned into a lottery game; the grand prize is the chance for intimate contact with your wife.
After each round of the game, the person from the previous round who was punished has to spin the bottle again.
Tong Sui had to momentarily put down his pillow and grasp that cold beer bottle, giving it a vigorous spin.
He watched the beer bottle spin.
Surely, it couldn’t be that unlucky for him; otherwise, he would be laughed at by the entire nation.
The spinning of the beer bottle gradually slowed to a stop, and when the mouth turned back to him, Tong Sui’s heart raced.
When the bottle moved away from him, Tong Sui let out a sigh of relief, casually picking up the cup in front of him and curling back into the soft sofa like a kitten.
It landed on Zhong Yi; he sat in a daze for a few seconds before reacting and casually drew a card from the pile.
“Truth or Dare—who in the room have you ever fantasized about? If you didn’t in the past, who would you choose as the object of your fantasies now?”
What kind of question was that…
Tong Sui listened as they spoke, raising the cup to his lips, just about to take a sip when he suddenly heard Zhong Yi honestly reply, “I’ve never fantasized in the past, but now, if I had to choose, it would be Tong Sui.”
“Pfft—”
Tong Sui forgotten that there was alcohol in the cup, choking on it as his face reddened, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of liquor.
Zhong Yi scrambled to pull out a few pieces of tissue to hand to him.
Tong Sui looked at the paper in his hand and suddenly remembered the daring adventure they had completed earlier with the tissue paper, quickly curling up.
“I don’t need it.”
“But your clothes are wet.”
Tong Sui had glistening alcohol on his lips; the spilled drink had soaked through to his collarbone, the white fabric clinging to his body, barely revealing the outline of his collarbone.
Noticing Zhong Yi’s gaze on him, Tong Sui quickly curled his legs to block him, “No looking.”
Zhong Yi obediently lowered his head.
Tong Sui said, “And no thinking about it!”
“I’ll try my best.”
Zhong Yi struggled to push away the images in his mind, but people’s thoughts aren’t easily controlled by reason; the harder you try to forget something, the clearer it embeds in your memory.
Especially when Tong Sui had just leaned close to him, carrying a faint scent of sweetness, like a spider lily glistening with dew, that moment made his soul tremble.
Time seemed to slow down tremendously; he could clearly feel Tong Sui’s trembling, just as he felt it in himself.
But before he had the chance to delve deeper into those feelings, Tong Sui was pulled away, leaving him with a lingering sense of tingling on his lips and an intoxicating fragrance that wouldn’t dissipate.
It felt as if every breath he took was infused with that enticing scent.
His heartbeat raced, eager to confirm certain feelings, but his limited rationality prevented his restless heart from acting on its impulses.
This is a game, this is a game.
Zhong Yi repeatedly emphasized this point to himself, yet he couldn’t remain indifferent.
He picked up the cup in front of him, downing the remaining liquor in one gulp, attempting to numb his overly active thoughts.
Zhong Yi opened another bottle of red wine.
According to his usual character, he would typically complain about the poor quality of the drinks prepared by the crew, but today, he unexpectedly poured it straight into his mouth, completely against his image as the elite heir of the Zhong family.
After downing two cups, Zhong Yi showed no signs of stopping.
Tong Sui hurriedly said, “That’s enough, stop drinking, you should go spin the bottle.”
“Oh, okay.”
Zhong Yi obediently went to spin the bottle, landing this time on Qin Xiuxian.
Qin Xiuxian drew a card that required him to take on a dare.
However, compared to Tong Sui’s luck, the card he drew was simple: sing a song.
There happened to be karaoke equipment and a microphone on the roof, Qin Xiuxian walked over to set it up, with Sang Cai joining him to help. After some fiddling, they successfully connected.
Qin Xiuxian held the microphone and stood to sing; his voice was quite pleasant, and he sang mostly in tune, glancing at Sang Cai as he performed.
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