The LCD monitor on the wall of the box just changed to a song with an exciting melody. The two boys holding the microphone tied their hands together, tilted their necks, and screamed passionately, with great devotion.
The others who were playing Truth or Dare were also staring at the spinning beer bottles on the coffee table with shining eyes; no one noticed the corner where Ryan Jing and Ethan Ying were sitting.
Ryan Jing was stunned for a moment and his face turned red instantly.
Ethan Ying held back her laughter, lazily rested her head on his shoulder, and looked up at him: "I'm talking to you, why don't you answer? Do you want me to say it again?"
The tip of his hair gently rubbed the skin at the base of his neck, bringing a tingling sensation. Ryan Jing's body trembled, and he reached out to push Ethan Ying away, but he forgot that he was still holding the soy milk in his hand. As soon as he opened his fingers, the soy milk bottle fell onto the sofa.
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