Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Upon realization that Luo Anning was No. 7, the man who raised the suggestion, immediately said with a sullen expression, “Let’s forget it then. Shall we continue with the next round?”
Everyone complied and agreed. What a joke. Who would dare to make Young Madam Rong kiss another man for ten minutes? If Young Master Rong finds out, he would definitely kill them.
Lu Momo lamented, “Hey, hey, you can’t do that. Just let them peck each other on the cheek. Let’s not make them French kiss. What’s wrong with face pecks? It’s very common amongst foreigners. I doubt Young Master Rong will oppose it.”
Lu Momo murmured those words softly because she was not sure if Rong Yan would be upset about it.
Ever since she saw Rong Yan throwing a tantrum that day, she got a great shock and developed a phobia.
She finally deduced that the more handsome a man was, the more spoiled and ill-tempered he was!
Luo Anning’s friends dared not make any outrageous demands because of her identity. She did not want to be a killjoy and hence, decided to compromise.
Momo was right, it was just a peck on the face. It was nothing much.
Mo Qiange stared at her silently, seemingly trying to ask, can I?
She nodded graciously, after which Mo Qiange smiled and walked towards her while the crowd whistled. He then placed his hands on her waist and planted a gentle kiss on her face.
He remained still. Mo Qiange knew his limits and Luo Anning did not find there to be anything amiss. instead, she even urged them to keep track of time.
Since she was so open about it, they decided to unwind and have fun.
Mo Qiange kissed her for ten minutes, after which the crowd announced that the time was up and they proceeded to the next round. Mo Qiange smiled resignedly and walked her back towards the couch.
Lu Momo stared at Mo Qiange for a while before sighing silently. Time passed by minute after minute. The game was getting more and more intense and the mixing of drinks had begun.
The next thing they knew, it was already midnight and Luo Anning had clearly become drunk.
Whenever she was with Mo Qiange and Lu Momo, she would definitely get drunk.
The reason being, that she knew that her best friends would be there to take care of her even if she were to get drunk.
Everyone began to leave and Mo Qiange initially wanted to help Luo Anning out of the room. However, she pushed him away on an unsteady gait. She kept saying that she was not drunk and could still walk straight.
Mo Qiange smiled, amused by the fact that she insisted on saying that she was walking in a straight line even though she was not.
Lu Momo had also gotten drunk. She fell asleep on the couch. Luo Anning pointed at her and said, “Qiange, Momo is drunk. Carry her. It’s time we went home.”
“Can you manage on your own?” he asked worriedly.
“I’m alright. I’m not drunk. Why don’t you believe me?”
Mo Qiange was speechless.
Don’t drunkards always insist that they’re not drunk?
As if I would believe her!
“Walk properly. Don’t fall down. I’ll carry Momo,” Mo Qiange said. He picked Lu Momo up resignedly while she was sleeping like a log.