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Zhou Shirui’s heart suddenly leapt violently, and he instinctively closed the screen.
In an almost steady voice, he said, “I looked.”
Le Cheng: “Then that’s good. Isn’t it really simple?”
Zhou Shirui closed his eyes. “…Very simple.”
Le Cheng looked at his expression and always felt that something was a little strange.
He picked up his juice and took a sip. The sweet, refreshing orange juice slid down his throat, making him unable to stop himself from happily narrowing his eyes.
Zhou Shirui looked at the black screen. It was already closed, but the aftershocks still lingered in his heart.
His expression was complicated. Le Cheng sat there obediently, laughing happily along with everyone as they told lame jokes, his eyes curved into crescents. He looked very cute, very innocent.
If before, it could still be said that Le Cheng merely liked playing the role of his boyfriend, then now it could almost be confirmed that Le Cheng’s feelings for him were not ordinary.
Le Cheng was serious about him. His feelings were also passionate and intense.
Le Cheng wasn’t trying to play around with him.
Zhou Shirui furrowed his brows tightly. Such news had caught him completely off guard. Although he had previously imagined it, Le Cheng’s attitude was too sincere, too intimate, he had been unwilling to believe it without evidence. He didn’t want this relationship that should never have existed to become uncontrollable.
With everything laid out in the open, it was completely contrary to Zhou Shirui’s expectations. Or rather, ever since he had gotten together with Le Cheng, everything had gone against what he had imagined.
After finishing his juice, Le Cheng glanced at the alcohol placed in the middle. He wanted to drink a little, but held himself back.
He had to stay sober today. He couldn’t get drunk.
He looked at Zhou Shirui’s glass, the liquor inside clear and bright, but before he had even taken two sips, Le Cheng switched out the glass and said with conviction, “Why drink wheat juice? Drink orange juice!”
Orange juice.
Like a conditioned reflex, Zhou Shirui’s Adam’s apple moved, and his fingers tightened slightly.
Le Cheng thought he was acting a little strange, so he widened his eyes and secretly asked him, “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Zhou Shirui stared at his eyes. After a pause, he shifted his gaze away. “Nothing.”
Le Cheng couldn’t figure him out, so he simply stopped bothering with him.
Xu Yuan began organizing the game.
“Everyone should know the King’s Game, right? The rules are very simple. Everyone draws a card together. Whoever draws the Joker becomes the king and can designate any two people to do something.”
Xu Yuan smiled. “But today, we’re not playing the traditional version. I’m changing one rule. We’ll divide into four groups, with two people in each group. The king can only designate one group to do the game. If a member of the designated group doesn’t want to do it, then another group member can ask someone else for help. If that person agrees, it can also count as completing the task. What do you all think?”
“Sure.” Tan Xiaobai was the first to cheer him on. “I think it works. We can draw cards to divide into groups, how about it?”
Everyone drew their cards one after another.
Xu Yuan said, “Okay, reveal your cards and see who’s paired with whom?”
Le Cheng turned over his card. Nine of Hearts. Then his other half had to be Nine of Spades.
Zhou Shirui turned over his card: Nine of Spades.
Le Cheng was a little happy. “What a coincidence, we’re in the same group.” Zhou Shirui also inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. “Mm.”
The other members also finished forming their groups, and the game soon began.
Le Cheng had pretty good luck. In the very first round, he drew the king.
He casually picked a group and had them do ten push-ups.
The task was simple. In the next round, it was Xu Yuan’s turn.
He smiled mischievously. “Chu Yue’s group. Mm, I’ll let you off. Let’s do something simple. Stare at each other for one minute without laughing. Is that okay?”
Coincidentally, Chu Yue and the boy she liked were in the same group.
The two stared at each other, clearly being given an opportunity.
After one round, the warm-up was over. Then Le Cheng drew the king again.
He picked a group and had them do an elephant trunk and then spin around twenty times.
Everyone chimed in, “That’s too easy, Le Cheng is going easy on them!”
Le Cheng shook his head. “No, this makes you really dizzy. It doesn’t count as going easy.”
After that group finished doing the elephant trunk, they were so dizzy they couldn’t tell which way was north. One lay on the floor while the other collapsed onto the sofa, making everyone burst into laughter.
Then Zhou Shirui drew the king. He said absentmindedly, “Group eight, arm wrestling. Whoever loses drinks.”
It was a very simple punishment, and Group Eight quickly finished.
Le Cheng happily watched the excitement. Soon, a member of another club drew the king. Le Cheng didn’t know him.
“Haha…” That person laughed mischievously. “Group nine! You’re a real couple, right? Sit on his lap and kiss for ten seconds, okay?”
As soon as the rule was announced, Le Cheng looked up blankly.
Those who didn’t know them protested one after another. “They’re a real couple. That’s too easy!”
Easy. Le Cheng’s scalp went numb.
Huh?
He looked at Zhou Shirui, and Zhou Shirui looked back at him. His eyes were pitch-black, his chest rising and falling, but he said nothing.
A bet was a bet. Le Cheng realized that perhaps this was that so-called plot point.
If they kissed, they would definitely break up. Le Cheng took a deep breath, his heart filled with a faint sadness, a little reluctant to let go.
He paused, trying to take Zhou Shirui’s hand.
His fingers were slightly cool, but Zhou Shirui’s fingers were very hot. The friction between their skin brought a tiny electric current.
Zhou Shirui didn’t move, nor did he respond to him.
Le Cheng was incredibly nervous. He stood up and slowly sat onto Zhou Shirui’s lap. Zhou Shirui’s breathing immediately stopped, and the muscles in his thighs tensed.
Nervously, Le Cheng wrapped his arms around his neck, afraid that he would push him off.
Zhou Shirui lowered his eyes to look at him. His dark eyes were bright and moist, as though covered by a layer of mist, and his lips were impossibly red.
“Zhou Shirui.” Le Cheng licked his lips and looked at him with a damp, puppy-like gaze, making his breathing grow heavier.
Zhou Shirui paused slightly. His throat moved, and his expression involuntarily tightened.
This was too much. It really was too much.
The soft sensation rubbed against his legs. He grasped Le Cheng’s burning-hot wrist and was just about to speak when he heard Le Cheng ask him in a very soft voice.
“Zhou Shirui… can… can I kiss you?”
