When Tang Jingyao spun the wheel to "French kiss the opposite sex next to you, or drink three shots with the same sex beside you," Liang Zheng acted as if he had hit the jackpot.
Liang Zheng excitedly shouted, "Brother Tang, is there even a need to choose? It's definitely the French kiss."
"Right, French kiss, French kiss."
The jeering from the crowd rose in a crescendo.
Even Ye Yan, who had been dozing off, was awakened by the noise and leaned over from Fu Xingzhou's embrace to look.
Tang Jingyao and Jiang Ying were undoubtedly the center of attention among the crowd.
In the past, they too enjoyed playing like this.
Win or lose, they were always graceful.
No one would play dirty tricks.
Jiang Ying's eyes held only Tang Jingyao, her heart full of expectations as she looked at him, her plump red lips seemingly waiting for his favor.
Tang Jingyao looked into Jiang Ying's eyes, and she appeared like a small animal just recuperating from an injury, pitifully adorable.