Are the Beauty's Hands Soft

"Tang Ziyun has met the binding criteria. Would you like to proceed with the binding?"

—Bind!

"Binding successful. Tang Ziyun's favorability toward the host: 30. Reward: 250,000."

—Huh? Aside from my ex, she's the first person to start with over 20 favorability right off the bat. She’s got potential.

Su Yang silently observed Tang Ziyun.

The three girls at the table noticed their hands had been clasped for three or four seconds without letting go.

One of them coughed and teased, "So, how long are you two planning to hold hands?"

"Oh, sorry." Tang Ziyun shyly withdrew her delicate fingers and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Su Yang, can I add you on WeChat? I’d love to ask for your advice on singing sometime."

"Sure thing." Su Yang cheerfully pulled out his phone.

"Scan me."

"Got it."

Beep~

After adding each other, Tang Ziyun smiled in satisfaction, her cheeks slightly flushed as she asked, "Su Yang, want to sit down and have a few drinks?"

Though Su Yang was more than happy to accept her invitation, he remembered Pan Ning and the others were still inside. It wouldn’t be right to leave them hanging.

He politely declined with a smile, "I’ll have one drink with you all, but my friends are waiting inside. I shouldn’t keep them waiting too long."

"Oh, of course, I get it. Yuyu, pour Su Yang a drink," Tang Ziyun said, turning to the girl named Yuyu.

Su Yang took the beer she handed him and raised his glass. "Ladies, cheers!"

He downed it in one go.

"Alright, I’ll head back in now. Have fun!"

With that, Su Yang grabbed the windowsill and vaulted back inside.

The moment he landed, Pan Ning’s dagger-like glare was fixed on him.

The others watched with amused grins, clearly enjoying the drama.

Shen Yixue leaned toward Zhang Ziming and whispered, "He’s so dead."

"Wh-what’s wrong?" Su Yang stammered.

Pan Ning crossed her legs and leveled a sharp gaze at him. "Was the beer good?"

"Uh, it was okay."

"And was her hand soft?"

"Well, yeah, pretty—ahem!" Su Yang cut himself off with a cough and quickly glanced at Meng Wenzhou for help.

"Hey, Lao Meng, why’s the food taking so long? I’m starving!" He frantically signaled Meng Wenzhou with his eyes.

Meng Wenzhou stifled a laugh. "Oh, yeah, I’ve asked twice already. The place is packed today, but it should be out soon."

Just as the awkward tension peaked, a server arrived, pushing a black cart laden with an extravagant seafood feast—Boston lobsters, mantis shrimp, crab, king crab legs, prawns, assorted shellfish, and more, all looking mouthwatering.

"Sorry for the wait, everyone. We’re swamped tonight, so please bear with us," the server said as he arranged the dishes on the table.

"No worries."

"Oh, Little Li, where’s the alcohol I ordered?"

"Coming right up! Just a moment." Little Li finished setting the food down and hurried off to the bar.

Su Yang seized the distraction to steer the conversation away.

"Wow, this spread looks amazing. Don’t mind if I dig in first!"

He grabbed a Boston lobster and started eating.

Pan Ning let it go—she’d only been teasing him. After all, they weren’t dating anymore, and she had no say in who he added on WeChat.

Soon, Little Li returned carrying an open wooden crate with 12 frosty black bottles of beer nestled inside.

"Drinks are here! Deacon Meng, should I open all of them?"

"What do you think? This isn’t even enough to rinse our mouths. Bring ten more crates."

"You got it! Let me get these opened first." Little Li began uncorking the bottles one by one.

Su Yang eyed the unfamiliar label. "What kind of beer is this?"

Little Li grinned as he worked. "This, my friend, is the Rolls-Royce of beers—Westvleteren XII, touted as the best-tasting beer in the world."

"Touted? How much per bottle?"

"150."

"A hundred fifty for one beer?" Su Yang was stunned. It wasn’t the price itself but the idea of beer costing that much. In his experience, beer was a few bucks a bottle, maybe 20 at most. 150 was unheard of.

"Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. This stuff’s hard to come by. Boss specially ordered it just for Deacon Meng tonight—you’re the only table in the whole place getting it."

"Hah, that’s our Meng Wenzhou for you—VIP treatment wherever he goes," Liu Bo chimed in with a laugh.

"Enough talk. Drink up, and don’t stop till everyone’s wasted. Little Li, go open another fifty bottles."

"Right away, Deacon Meng!" Little Li scampered off again.

Zhang Ziming, who’d been quiet until now, suddenly proposed, "How about we spice things up? Just eating and drinking’s kinda boring."

"Go on."

"Let’s play a simple game—Undercover. Every round, the loser drinks half a bottle. Sound good?"

"Half a bottle?" Shen Yixue pinched his arm. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Ow! Okay, okay! How about you drink one glass if you lose, and the rest of us do half a bottle?"

Shen Yixue eyed the glass. "Fine."

Pan Ning interjected, "You realize this bottle’s only 330ml, right? That glass holds at least 160ml—it’s practically the same."

"Wait, what?" Shen Yixue grabbed a bottle and poured it into the glass. When it was full, she checked the bottle—exactly half remained.

She whirled on Zhang Ziming. "You tricked me!"

"Hey, I didn’t know! I thought the glass would hold less!"

"Ugh, no way. I’d be out cold in a few rounds. I’ll drink half a glass."

"Fine, fine. Everyone else okay with this?"

"Whatever, just start already. I’m thirsty!" Liu Bo urged between bites of oysters.

"Alright, I’ll set it up on my phone." Zhang Ziming pulled out an Undercover app.

After tapping a few buttons, he said, "Everyone gets a word—describe yours. There are six of us, so one Undercover. Here, I’ve got mine. Pass it on."

He checked his word, shook his phone, and handed it to Liu Bo.

Liu Bo took the phone, waited for three seconds, then glanced at his word. He similarly shook the phone before passing it to Meng Wenzhou.

Everyone followed the same routine.

After Pan Ning finished reading, Su Yang took the phone and looked at it—the word displayed was: "old man."

Finally, it was Shen Yixue's turn. Once she finished reading, she flipped the phone over and placed it on the table.

The first round of the game began.