"Come on, come on, sit down. The rules of the game are simple. Whoever the bottle goes to gets to choose one from truth or dare!"
Zhou Xiyao placed an empty wine bottle in the center of the round table.
Today is Zhou Xiyao’s birthday. She is the boss and whatever she says goes.
"Let me make it clear first, you are not allowed to cheat, otherwise you will be disrespecting me, Zhou Xiyao." Zhou Xiyao raised her clenched little pink fist.
Everyone laughed when they saw this. Among so many rich daughters and young masters here, only she could be so naughty. But it was also because of this character that Zhou Xiyao was loved by many people.
This is completely different from Mu Shiyu's aura, and it can even be said to be completely opposite. Mu Shiyu's aura can "freeze" people from one meter away and make them dare not approach.
The only ones she gets along well with are her high school roommates.
"It's started, it's started." Seeing Zhou Xiyao, he put his hand in the middle of the wine bottle and turned it hard.
Jun Zimo sat at the table, expressionless. "Damn it! I don't know anyone. How boring!"
But he wouldn't express it, after all, it was the hostess today who invited him.
When he accidentally saw Zhou Xiyao's hands, he was deeply attracted.
Her hands are as beautiful as a delicate work of art, each detail imbued with poetry and tenderness. Her fingers are long and slender, as flexible as a guitar string, revealing an indescribable grace. Her nails are painted with a light pink polish, creating a striking contrast with her fair skin, making them even more captivating.
She wore an exquisite bracelet on her wrist, which swayed gently with her movements, sparkling with charming light.
Mu Shiyu, who happened to be sitting opposite him, saw this scene. "A boy staring at a girl's hand for so long, pervert!" He cursed in his heart, then looked at his own hand and compared it with Zhou Xiyao's. "Mine looks good too!"
The speed of the wine bottle's rotation was getting slower and slower. As luck would have it, when the mouth of the bottle was about to point at Jun Zimo, the bottle's rotation became abnormally slow, as if it was about to stop at any time.
Jun Zimo stared at the wine bottle intently, "Isn't it possible that I will be the first one?"
He felt his heartbeat like a drum, fast and powerful.
I don’t know if it was because God was blessing Jun Zimo, but the wine bottle suddenly sped up a little and turned towards the boy next to Jun Zimo.
"Oh, luckily it wasn't me. It was so fucking exciting, even more exciting than being an undercover agent in the enemy camp!" Jun Zimo's back was already covered in cold sweat, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Me? Me?" The boy next to Jun Zimo pointed at himself.
Jun Zimo could tell from his expression that he was very flustered. It looked like he had played with them before, and had played quite a bit!
"Hehe! Choose, Mr. Deng!" Everyone started to cheer!
"Well... let's have a dare!" The boy called Mr. Deng answered hesitantly.
He didn't dare to choose truth or doubt. He still remembered the last time he played with them, they asked him, "How many times have you been to a foot massage parlor? The informal kind?"
"Big dare! Then... you go and pay for all the private rooms on the same floor!" This is what Zhou Xiyao said.
Everyone around gasped when they heard this. Paying for all the private rooms on the sixth floor of the Royal Sky Hotel?
You should know that the private rooms on the sixth floor have a minimum consumption of one million, and there are 50 private rooms on the first floor, so the cost is at least 50 million.
This is really the best! For a private room like theirs, the wine alone costs more than a million.
"I think Mr. Deng can handle it!" Zhou Xiyao showed a devilish smile.
"Fuck, this woman, how does she play? Starting with 50 million? Is this how a rich woman understands money? Awesome! On par with Mu Shiyu!" Jun Zimo, who was sitting next to him, was also very scared.
I thought to myself, if it were my turn, I couldn’t choose the big dare, otherwise I would be killed by them.
"No...no problem, of course...no...problem," said Mr. Deng stubbornly.
After saying that, he stood up and walked out, probably to pay.
About ten minutes later, Deng Shao came back dejected.
Although they are all children of prominent families in the Magic City, 50 million is nothing to their families, but it is still too much for them. People like them only have about 5 million in living expenses per month.
Unless you can earn money on your own like Mu Shiyu, you can take as much as you can.
Young Master Deng didn't know how many credit cards he had maxed out before he was able to pay the approximately 50 million yuan.
"I can't play with them next time. They're too cruel!"
…
The game was still going on, and later it turned into a few questions or dares, which was normal. The only one who was taken advantage of was Mr. Deng.
"Sister Shiyu, it's your turn!" Zhou Xiyao looked at the bottle mouth and thought of Mu Shiyu and smiled, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Tell the truth! Save time!" Mu Shiyu said concisely.
"What does Sister Shiyu think of him?" Zhou Xiyao pointed at Jun Zimo.
Everyone also turned their attention to Jun Zimo.
Jun Zimo, "???, Zhou Xiyao, you can play your own games, why involve me!" Of course Jun Zimo couldn't show it.
It just so happened that he also wanted to hear what the most beautiful woman in Shanghai thought of herself.
"Him? Apart from being handsome, he's useless!" Mu Shiyu's answer was still so concise and easy to understand.
"What kind of evaluation is this? It doesn't seem like it's a compliment, but it's definitely a scolding!" Jun Zimo thought to himself.
"Hahaha, Sister Shiyu and I think the same thing! It seems our vision is on the same level!"
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