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Because of the rules set by the show, everyone had to participate in the game for the truth-or-dare round to end. Ning Qingyan spun the bottle for half a day, but even after everyone else had taken their turn, the bottle never landed on Wen Shijin.
As evening approached and hunger struck, Ning Qingyan decided to take matters into her own hands and involve Wen Shijin for the sake of her stomach. She declared loudly,
“To make sure we can all eat on time, I’ve decided to sacrifice myself!”
Everyone cheered her on.
Beside her, Wen Shijin, who was suddenly dragged into the game, didn’t seem angry at all. His sharp phoenix eyes carried a hint of indulgence, and his voice, warm and smooth like polished jade rolling over rosewood, softly replied, “Okay.”
The director of the show became visibly excited upon hearing the words “truth or dare.” After a moment, once the audience had voted, he eagerly announced:
“Based on the live vote, the dare with the highest number of votes is: Each person holds one end of a biscuit stick. Both must eat the biscuit simultaneously until only 1 cm remains. If the biscuit breaks or it’s not reduced to 1 cm, you must start over.”
As soon as the announcement was made, the livestream audience went wild.
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The barrage of comments flew by, and the atmosphere on set grew increasingly lively.
Gu Si slammed his hand on the table, his narrow phoenix eyes full of disdain as he looked at Ning Qingyan, who had clearly thrown all self-respect away for food. However, he remembered his earlier vows, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and, after much struggle, muttered:
“Some people act like they’ve never eaten in their lives. For one meal, they’ll do anything. No backbone at all!”
Though the words weren’t directed at Ning Qingyan, it was obvious she was the target.
Meeting Gu Si’s gaze, Ning Qingyan blinked innocently and agreed, “You’re absolutely right. People shouldn’t lose their dignity for a meal!”
Gu Si was momentarily stunned. Just as he started to smugly reply, “At least you understa—”
Ning Qingyan interrupted him, “Then you shouldn’t eat later.”
Gu Si: “…o_O?”
Her earnest and straightforward manner made everyone burst into laughter.
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Gu Si, rendered speechless, turned away angrily and vowed silently: Even if Ning Qingyan begged him tonight, he wouldn’t say a word to her!
Soon, a drone dropped a package of biscuit sticks onto the table. Ning Qingyan quickly opened it, handed one to Wen Shijin, and everyone eagerly awaited the show.
Wen Shijin habitually examined the packaging before taking out a biscuit stick. He carefully read the ingredient list, then gently pressed the biscuit between his white fingers, breaking it.
Confused, Ning Qingyan looked at him. Wen Shijin lowered his gaze to meet hers and explained calmly, “These biscuits are fragile and can’t withstand much pressure. They break easily.”
“The production team is so dramatic!” Ning Qingyan frowned and added quickly, “I’ve seen others do this dare before. They said keeping your mouths level makes it more stable. Uh, so… Brother, bend down later.”
She grabbed a biscuit stick and bit one end, gesturing for Wen Shijin to bend down.
Wen Shijin, seeing that she was already starting, didn’t argue. He bent down slightly to ensure their lips were level.
Their eyes met. Ning Qingyan saw her reflection in Wen Shijin’s clear black-and-white eyes. As the game progressed, their faces drew closer, breaths mingling warmly. The proximity made Wen Shijin’s ears turn faintly red, a rare display of vulnerability from the usually composed man.
Suppressing his nerves, Wen Shijin closed his eyes briefly, steadied himself, and began biting the biscuit stick with precise control.
At first, Ning Qingyan remained calm, slowly nibbling away. But as the stick shrank, their faces grew closer, breaths intertwined, and the space between them vanished. Their lips were so close that she could feel their warmth.
Straining to maintain her posture, Ning Qingyan’s head began to droop. Noticing this, Wen Shijin reached out, cupping the back of her head to gently tilt it upward, forcing her to meet his gaze directly.
Wen Shijin’s refined features came into focus: his long, beautiful phoenix eyes glistened with a faint sheen, their corners tinged red. His fluttering lashes trembled slightly, and his thin lips, slightly reddened from contact with the biscuit, exuded a subtle allure.
The intimate posture resembled that of a couple mid-kiss.
As the biscuit dwindled to nearly 1 cm, the tension heightened. Their lips brushed ever so slightly. At that moment, a soft “crack” sounded—the biscuit broke.
Ning Qingyan instantly pushed Wen Shijin away, gasping for air. Her previous tension left her drained, but the realization that they had to start over filled her with dismay.
Wen Shijin, visibly disappointed, pressed a hand to his chest as though to steady his heart. After regaining his composure, he admitted hoarsely, “My fault. I misjudged the force.”
Shaking her head, Ning Qingyan reassured him, “You were already amazing. It was mostly your effort toward the end. I couldn’t even move. Let’s try again. This time, you’ll nail it.”
Wen Shijin nodded slightly, then proposed, “There’s actually a simpler way.”
Surprised, Ning Qingyan asked, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
With a faint smile, Wen Shijin patted the couch beside him and said warmly, “Come here. Lie down on my lap.”