Damn it.
I was so focused on dragging everyone down with me that I overlooked such a crucial detail.
If we keep playing by these rules, who knows what even more unbearable things might happen.
"No, no, Shu He, you should switch to two 'Truths' instead," Gu Ximan quickly interjected, then immediately felt her words might sound inappropriate and added,
"Ahem... I mean, Gu Luo is just too perverted..."
"Don’t let him take advantage of you..."
Meanwhile, Luo Shuning’s emotions were equally tangled.
At this stage, she could barely tolerate Luo Shuhe taking the initiative to get intimate with Gu Luo—using his guilt to secure her position.
But that didn’t mean she was willing to watch the boy she liked being kissed by her younger sister.
Hearing Gu Ximan’s protest, Luo Shuning instinctively felt a flicker of relief—until Luo Shuhe calmly said, "It’s fine. I’ll go with 'Dare.' I don’t mind."
"Wait..."
Gu Ximan tried to argue further, but Luo Shuling smoothly cut in, "Oh come on, we’re all family here. A kiss on the forehead is no big deal. Shu He’s just playing by the rules."
"We should all learn from her—respect the game, you know?"
Luo Shuling’s voice was light and cheerful, almost innocent, but her words left Gu Ximan and Luo Shuning speechless.
Truly, the carefree ones are unstoppable.
As for Gu Luo, the other party involved, he was utterly bewildered, unsure how to react.
Just then, Luo Shuhe suddenly crawled toward him, her movements as graceful as a cat’s.
She knelt down lightly, cupped his face with both hands, and gently pulled him closer before pressing a firm kiss to his forehead.
In that instant, the moist sensation sent a jolt through Gu Luo, his emotions a chaotic mix.
Yet, at the same time, an electric thrill shot through him.
With her so close, the intoxicating scent of her body wash and her natural fragrance enveloped him.
This was happening right in front of Luo Shuning and Gu Ximan—a bold, public display of affection with Luo Shuhe.
Every second felt like an eternity.
Gu Ximan watched, grinding her teeth. Barely ten seconds in, she couldn’t take it anymore. "Alright, alright! Thirty seconds are up!" she blurted.
Luo Shuhe, not keen on pushing her little fool of an ally too far, finally pulled back—though not without a final, deliberate lick of her lips, exuding a sultry charm.
As she crawled back to her spot, she shot Luo Shuning a triumphant glance, brimming with smug satisfaction.
Since she’d been forced into this game, she might as well enjoy it to the fullest.
Just as expected, her foolish older sister would pick 'Truth.'
That’s why Luo Shuhe had let Luo Shuning go first—to deny her one less chance to openly get close to Gu Luo.
And the slow, deliberate crawl? Pure strategy.
A better way to showcase her figure.
Men love vixens, and the deliberate movement was meant to stir something primal in Gu Luo.
Every word, every gesture—it was all part of the battle.
Next round. The dice rolled again.
Gu Ximan prayed furiously in her heart—'Let me lose! Let me lose! Let me lose!'
But fate had other plans. The dice landed on six—the highest possible.
She nearly threw the damn thing across the room.
And once again, the lowest roll went to Luo Shuhe.
Luo Shuling giggled. "Shu He, 'Truth' or 'Dare'?"
"'Dare.'"
"Ooh, then draw another card!"
"Wow! The dare is—'Passionately confess to a member of the opposite sex present, maintaining eye contact!'"
"Th-this... this is..."
Gu Ximan’s mind buzzed with disbelief.
This game was the worst.
And so, Luo Shuhe crawled toward Gu Luo again, her movements dripping with allure. She cupped his face, locking her burning gaze onto his, and whispered:
"I like you."
Four simple words, softly spoken, yet heavy with meaning.
They sent a tremor through Gu Luo’s heart.
He knew—this was the genuine truth from the girl before him.
"Ugh, enough already! Next round, next round!" Gu Ximan couldn’t bear the sight and shoved Luo Shuhe back impatiently.
Luo Shuling smirked. "Seems like Xiao Man’s really into this game! Alright, Round Three—begin!"
Gu Ximan took a deep breath, silently praying once more, then carefully tossed the dice.
After tumbling across the bed, it settled on one—the lowest possible roll.
A guaranteed loss.
"YES! It’s a one!"
She pumped her fist in excitement—then froze, realizing how that looked. Clearing her throat, she feigned disappointment, cheeks flushing.
"Ahem... Ugh, my luck’s the worst. I lost..."
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