Kiss any player of your choice?
Why would something like this be in a Truth or Dare game?
And before that, there was something about playing a symphony with eyelashes.
Qin Luo covered his face. What kind of bizarre rules were these?
Glancing at the time, it was almost midnight. Qin Luo couldn't help but cough lightly and speak up, "Miss, maybe we should just call it a night."
"There's no need..."
As soon as these words left his mouth.
Su Muwan seemed to snap out of her daze. Her face flushed red as she glared at Qin Luo, "What do you mean 'no need'? What do you mean 'call it a night'?"
"The rules of the game must be followed!"
"Choose... choose one!"
Su Muwan said, pointing at Qin Luo, "You're it!"
As she spoke.
Su Muwan first tossed the card aside, then grabbed Qin Luo by the collar.
Her eyes locked onto his as she declared, "It's... it's just a kiss! Since the rules say so, Qin Luo, open your mouth."
"Let's do this."
Qin Luo was startled. Although he had been looking forward to something like this.
He clearly didn't want it to happen this way, especially since Su Muwan was clearly drunk.
He quickly stepped back, "Miss, let go. You're drunk. Let's talk about this when you're sober, okay?"
However.
"No, Qin Luo, are you trying to run away?"
Su Muwan snorted coldly, and with a forceful tug, she pulled Qin Luo back.
"Ouch!"
Qin Luo gasped, but before he could react, Su Muwan had already pinned him down on the sofa.
In an instant.
Buzz—!
The noise around them seemed to vanish, leaving only the sound of their breathing and heartbeats in the living room.
Qin Luo's mind was in chaos, his body stiff and almost immobile.
To prevent him from escaping, Su Muwan even used her inner energy to freeze his limbs.
"Qin Luo..."
Su Muwan looked down at him, her eyes filled with both drunkenness and a strange glint.
Her long hair cascaded down, the soft strands gently brushing against Qin Luo's cheek, sending a ticklish sensation through him.
Her hands were planted on either side of him, trapping him in an inescapable position.
Under the light, her face appeared exceptionally soft, her drunken state adding a touch of alluring beauty.
"Hehe..."
"Qin Luo, I'm the strongest..."
"Whether it's martial arts, games, or business..."
"I have to be the best..."
Su Muwan's voice carried a hint of hoarseness and excitement, as if she was confident in her imminent victory in this final game.
"So... just lie there and don't move."
She leaned in close, her breath brushing against Qin Luo's face, carrying the faint scent of alcohol.
Qin Luo felt his heart pounding like thunder. He tried to suppress his nervousness and spoke rationally, "Miss, you're really drunk. Let's discuss this when you wake up, okay?"
"Drunk? What drunk?"
Su Muwan chuckled, her smile carrying a hint of slyness, "I don't think I'm drunk. I know what I'm doing."
Her voice gradually softened, her eyes becoming tender as she cupped Qin Luo's face with her hands, "Didn't you say you had someone you liked?"
Qin Luo was taken aback, "Yes, I did say that, but what does that have to do with the current situation..."
"Hmm hmm hmm..."
Before he could finish, Su Muwan lowered her head, her soft hair once again brushing against Qin Luo's face.
She whispered softly into his ear, "The person you like hasn't kissed you yet, has she?"
"Since you're my subordinate, your first kiss belongs to me."
"You should know..."
"The person kissing you isn't the one you like."
"It's me... Su Muwan!!"
What kind of ridiculous declaration is this!
"Am I your property??"
"It's written in the contract!!"
"What contract? I've read it, and there's nothing like that!!"
"If I say there is, then there is!"
Su Muwan didn't want to waste any more words. Instead, she pressed Qin Luo down and slowly leaned in.
Qin Luo's eyes widened as he watched Su Muwan get closer and closer.
Oh no...
He could smell Su Muwan's familiar scent and realized that he was about to be forcefully kissed by her.
But... but...
Is this what he wanted?!
The answer is.....
Of course, it is!
But... not like this.
Wait, Su Muwan's movements are so clumsy. Is she trying to find my lips?
Huh... why does Su Muwan look a bit uncomfortable?
Why is her mouth puffed up like that? What's going on?
Qin Luo noticed Su Muwan pausing mid-action and couldn't help but ask, "Su..."
Before he could finish.
Su Muwan: "Ugh... glug glug glug........"
"......"
.......
An hour later.
The scene had been cleaned up.
Su Bailian, Yan Qiuyue, and Zhu Lan were all tossed onto the sofa by Qin Luo, who kindly covered them with a blanket.
"Money, money, money..."
"Goddess, goddess, goddess..."
"Friends, friends, friends..."
The three of them muttered in their sleep.
Qin Luo let out a sigh, wiped the sweat off his brow, and then headed upstairs.
Creak~
The door gently opened, revealing a soft, large bed with a figure soundly asleep on it.
Su Muwan seemed to have exhausted herself and finally settled down.
Qin Luo walked to the edge of the bed, looking at her, and couldn't help but wipe the corner of his mouth.
"Ah...."
Qin Luo sighed softly.
The miss is indeed a master of returning to simplicity. The taste of that mosaic substance...
Hmm...
Qin Luo smacked his lips. Honestly, it wasn't bad.
"Huh?"
Qin Luo frowned. Had he really become a pervert?
Whatever, pervert or not, I just hope the miss forgets everything about tonight.
He shook his head, pulled the blanket back over Su Muwan, who had kicked it off, and was about to quietly close the door and leave when—
Suddenly.
"Qin... Qin Luo..."
Su Muwan's soft murmurs echoed in the quiet, empty room.
Qin Luo paused.
He turned his head, looking at Su Muwan, who seemed to be dreaming about him, and suddenly felt curious.
He blinked curiously and sat back down on the edge of the bed.
Then, he leaned in closer to hear what Su Muwan was saying.
"Qin Luo, don't go..."
"......."
As her words faded.
Qin Luo's expression softened, and he stayed still for a moment.
Finally, he chuckled and shook his head, "Such a cute miss."
He reached out and gently held her hand, whispering, "See, I'm right here."
"Are you having a nightmare? Call for me in your dreams, miss. I'll come to protect you."
Miss, what would you do without me?
In the dream.
Under a large tree.
Qin Luo was pinned against the wall by Su Muwan, letting out an embarrassing cry, "M-miss, please don't do this..."
"Huh? Trying to leave?!"
Su Muwan licked her lips, "Oi, Qin Luo, you're usually so cocky! But now, you're completely at my mercy!"
"M-miss... I was wrong..."
"Keh keh keh keh keh!! Scream all you want! No one's coming to save you!!"
"Eek eek eek!!"
In reality.
Su Muwan's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, "Hehe... I told you not to leave..."
Qin Luo smiled.
It seems everything's fine now.
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