Shen Chen, especially, was staring with a probing look that was practically an open question.
Zhou Mochen laughed in exasperation. "Don't look at me like that, unless you want a beating."
Any man would get angry when his masculinity was called into question.
Xu Su stood to the side, holding back a laugh without saying a word.
Zhou Mochen reached out and took her hand. "Happy now?"
Xu Su wiped the smile from her face, feigning a serious expression.
This time, Xu Su spun the bottle herself, and just as expected, it pointed straight at Shen Chen.
She let out a wicked laugh. "I won't ask how many girlfriends you've had—you've probably lost count yourself. How about this: tell everyone your shortest time."
Zhou Mochen squeezed Xu Su's hand, his grip tightening slightly. He couldn't stand seeing her focus all her attention on another man.
'What kind of question is that?'
