"I... I..."
What to do? Should I say it?
Ou Jue...
It's two words.
But if I say it's two words, isn't that a bit too obvious?
Xiyan inexplicably felt a bit guilty...
She was extremely conflicted.
Summoning courage, she was about to reach for the drink in front of her, only to have it blocked by a pair of fair hands.
Xiyan looked up, startled, "Qianze?"
"I'll drink it for you." Yin Qianze said, taking the glass and drinking it down.
"How can you do this!" Ji Yanche hummed, crossing his arms.
No fun, not fun at all!
On the side, Ou Jue's eyes swept over the empty glass on the table, expression inscrutable.
"Keep going!" Ji Yanche, like an indomitable cockroach, insisted on digging out some juicy secrets, and spun the bottle again.
This time, it was Xiyan again.
No way?
Why so unlucky?
Xiyan sat there, feeling awkward.
