The questioner asked, "Truth or dare?"
I instinctively glanced at Shen Kun.
He swirled his drink and replied casually, "Whatever."
After a moment of thought, the questioner said, "Then let's go with truth. Shen Kun, how many women have you slept with?"
Isn't that question just as intrusive as mine?
I couldn't help but scoff internally.
Shen Kun smirked but didn't answer.
He stood up, adjusted his suit jacket, and said, "I'll be right back; I need to use the restroom."
When he returned, the group of drinkers had already become quite tipsy.
Shen Kun lowered his gaze to the bottle.
The questioner asked again, "Shen Kun, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Shen Kun replied nonchalantly.
The questioner's eyes lit up as he asked, "You have to French kiss someone for a minute; you can choose anyone here."
My heart skipped a beat.
Upon hearing this, Shen Kun scanned the room and his gaze landed on my face.
I felt a rush of breathlessness and tightened my fingers.
Shen Kun looked at me, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as if deep in thought.
I was so nervous that my palms began to sweat.
Who would he choose?
What if he picked me? What would I do?
My mind raced, and I even prepared excuses to refuse him.
To my surprise, Shen Kun suddenly stood up and walked toward me.
I froze in place.
He reached out, lifted me up effortlessly, and then leaned down—
A searing kiss enveloped me completely.
"Mmm—"
His lips captured mine, and his tongue plunged in fiercely.
My pupils dilated, my body stiffened, and my mind went blank.
Shen Kun actually... kissed me!
No, to be precise, it was a French kiss!
A minute later, Shen Kun released me.
My legs felt weak, and I leaned against him, feeling utterly drained.
"Wow, wow, wow—"
The entire room erupted in thunderous applause.
"That's Shen Kun for you, so ruthless."
"Miao Miao, Shen Kun, are you two serious about this?"
"Thank you all, thank you."
Shen Kun wrapped his arm around me and waved to everyone.
I thought: "..."
Thanks to his whole family!
What a jerk, pretending to be pure and innocent!
After the drinking party ended, everyone went home.
No one mentioned the incident of Shen Kun kissing me again, as if that moment had been nothing but an illusion.
When Shen Kun walked me to the door, he said:
"I don't want to kiss someone who's drunk; it feels like a crime."
So I should be grateful to him, right?
After he let go of me, I felt furious inside but maintained a calm exterior.
I reassured myself that it was nothing—just like being bitten by a dog.
After that, I didn't say a word to him.
Ma Yue drove me back.
When the car stopped downstairs at my place, he apologized.
"Miao Miao, I'm sorry; I didn't know Shen Kun would do that. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone."
I waved my hand dismissively: "It's fine; I don't blame you."
What did that jerk have to do with Ma Yue?
Ma Yue looked at me with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
“Miao Miao, are you… still alone?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
Ma Yue pressed his lips together, hesitating to speak.
I asked him, “What about you, Senior?”
Ma Yue chuckled lightly and said, “I’m single too.”
I raised an eyebrow. “No way? With your good qualities, how could you be single? It wouldn’t be… your sexual orientation…”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Ma Yue’s tone was firm.
I waved my hand dismissively. “Alright, I’m heading upstairs now. Drive safely.”
“Okay.”
I turned and entered the elevator.
Back home, I took a shower and then lay down on my bed.
The effects of the alcohol quickly lulled me to sleep.
That night, I had a very strange dream.
In the dream, I was entangled with Shen Kun, the atmosphere charged with tension.
Strangely enough, I didn’t push him away.
I slept deeply that night, dreaming of Shen Kun all night long.
Six years ago, I worked at an advertising company.
At that time, the company was conducting market research targeting male clients.
Shen Kun had already graduated and was interning at Ma Yue’s company.
Ma Yue had mentioned him a few times, praising how exceptional Shen Kun was.
So, I approached Ma Yue and asked if he could have Shen Kun help me with this research project.
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