CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199: FU NANCHENG, I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE (3)

No one raised any objections when Yan Jiu spoke, so the game was decided just like that.

A few women helped tidy up the table, placing a wine glass in front of each person and an empty wine bottle in the center of the table.

"We’ll take turns spinning the bottle, and the person it points to will have to choose between truth or dare. The spinner can then ask a question or issue a challenge," one woman explained the rules with a smile; it was clear she’s played many times before.

After speaking, the woman picked up a wine glass and continued, "If you don’t want to answer or refuse the challenge, you have to drink a full cup. After three continuous refusals, the fourth time, whether it’s truth or dare, must be completed."

Qiao Mo still leaned against Fu Nancheng’s chest, whispering, "So childish."

He simply held her tightly by the waist without offering any opinion.

Soon, the glasses were filled, and amidst the deafening upbeat music and dancing, the game started.

The first participant was a man with hair slicked to one side and small eyes that seemed shrewd. Qiao Mo glanced up at him; it was clear that being with Fu Nancheng and Yan Jiu made him uneasy, with a mix of caution and excitement.

Fortunately, a few drinks in and his courage grew.

The black wine bottle quickly spun in his hand, whirling like a top on the shiny marble table, and soon came to a slow stop, aiming at a woman beside Jiang Jinghao.

With a sly grin, the man asked, "Truth or dare?"

The woman hesitated slightly, feeling a bit frustrated, "Why am I the first one? Looks like I’ll have to sacrifice myself for everyone’s amusement. Dare."

The man thought for a moment, then pointed to a fierce-looking bald man not far away, "Go and take off that man’s belt..."

The woman hesitated momentarily before swaying up and walking towards that man.

Qiao Mo remained nestled in his embrace, feeling somewhat preoccupied.

As she glanced up at the woman, she inadvertently looked at Jiang Jinghao.

Coincidentally, he wasn’t looking back either; he gazed in her direction, meeting her eyes, carrying a hint of heartache, lips slightly moving as if wanting to say something.

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, avoiding his eyes.

She couldn’t control her own fate; why give him hope?

The game, albeit dull, became interesting under the influence of alcohol and hormones. The large table was exceptionally lively, with faces laughing and peals of laughter resonating under the shifting laser lights, wild and chaotic.

Qiao Mo watched intently, her lips curled into a smile, yet carrying an indescribable loneness.

"Tsk-tsk, Little Sister Qiao!"

Suddenly, the bottle in Yan Jiu’s hand slowed and finally pointed at Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo sat up straight, glanced at Fu Nancheng, and then focused on Yan Jiu, "Truth."

Yan Jiu sat not far away, wearing a white shirt with no tie, several buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, with flirtatious eyes that were smiling yet not, a cigarette between his fingers, appearing absolutely devilish under the flickering lights!

After considering for a moment, Yan Jiu took another drag and slowly asked, "Who did you give your first time to?"

All eyes around fell on her, and Qiao Mo froze for a moment, seemingly surprised that Yan Jiu had asked such a blunt question.