140: Chapter 139 Drinking Games 2

Chu Yi's shuffling technique was very clumsy; the cards slipped from her hands, fell to the floor, were picked up, and fell again.

Chu Xiang watched from the side, her lips pursed, but she didn't say anything.

Luo Ying placed her camera on the table and adjusted her sitting posture.

Song Qian moved the glass in front of her aside to clear some space.

Lin Qiaoyou moved her chair a little closer to Su Bai, then a little more, without even realizing it herself.

Chu Yi finally finished shuffling and stumbled as she spread the cards out on the table.

"The rules are very simple,"

Her face was flushed, whether from the alcohol kicking in or from excitement, it was hard to tell.

"Everyone draws one card, we compare them, the one with the lowest card drinks a glass, and you can swap your card once."

She paused, her eyes sparkling, "The loser has to accept a punishment."

Chu Xiang frowned and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of punishment?"

Chu Yi thought for a moment, "That, of course, is up to whoever has the highest card."

Chu Xiang glanced at Su Bai.

Su Bai leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

Luo Ying raised her camera and took a picture; the flash went off, making Chu Yi squint.

"Stop taking pictures, let's play, let's play."

First round.

Chu Yi dealt the cards, one to each person.

Su Bai flipped his over: Heart Jack.

Chu Yi flipped hers: Spade 8.

Chu Xiang flipped hers: Club 3.

Luo Ying flipped hers: Diamond Queen.

Song Qian flipped hers: Heart 5.

Lin Qiaoyou flipped hers: Club 10.

Chu Xiang was the lowest.

She looked at her card, picked up the glass in front of her, and drank a glass.

Then she swapped for a new card—Diamond King.

The highest.

She put the card down, her expression unchanged.

Second round.

Su Bai drew the Club 5, the lowest.

He picked up his glass, drank a glass, and swapped for a new one—Heart Ace.

The highest.

Chu Yi watched him, her eyes brightening, "Your luck is just too good."

Su Bai smiled, "After all, it's my birthday today."

Third round.

Chu Yi drew the Spade 3, the lowest.

She drank a glass and swapped for a new one—Heart 8.

Not the highest, not the lowest, she was safe.

Fourth round.

Fifth round.

Sixth round.

The more they played, the livelier it got.

Chu Yi lost a few rounds, drank a few glasses, her face grew redder and redder, and she talked more and more.

Chu Xiang lost two rounds, drank two glasses; her face didn't flush, but she talked more than usual.

Luo Ying lost three rounds, drank three glasses; she put her camera aside, stopped taking pictures, and started laughing.

Song Qian lost two rounds, drank two glasses; her face flushed, but she remained quiet, though the corners of her mouth were turned up.

Lin Qiaoyou lost one round, drank one glass; her face flushed, and she kept her head down, tracing circles on the table with her finger.

The wine was red wine, which Chu Yi had taken from Luo Ying's room; they had opened three bottles.

The table was a mess of cups and plates, half the cake remained, balloons floated against the ceiling, and streamers were still hanging.

The warm yellow light shone on everyone's faces.

Seventh round.

Chu Yi dealt the cards, and Su Bai flipped his over—Diamond 2.

The lowest.

He picked up his glass, drank a glass, and swapped for a new one—Club 2.

Still the lowest.

He looked at the card and was silent for a second.

Chu Yi leaned over to look at his card and laughed, "Hahaha, you lost, you lost! Your punishment is—"

She thought for a moment, "I punish you to meow like a cat!"

Su Bai looked at her helplessly.

What kind of punishment was that?

Wasn't it just purely annoying?

Chu Xiang said from the side, "Eww~ You're too childish."

Song Qian kept her head down, but her ears were perked up, and a faint, subtle smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Lin Qiaoyou also looked up, watching Su Bai with a hint of anticipation.

Su Bai looked at Chu Yi; her eyes were sparkling, her face flushed red, waiting for him to call out.

Su Bai was silent for two seconds.

"Meow~"

"Hahahaha!"

Chu Yi slapped the table and laughed out loud, laughing until tears came out, collapsing onto the table with her shoulders shaking.

Chu Xiang laughed too, but she held it in, making no sound.

Luo Ying looked at Su Bai through the viewfinder, the corners of her mouth turned up.

Song Qian kept her head down, her shoulders shaking.

Lin Qiaoyou covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

So Su Bai had such a cute side, too.

Eighth round.

Ninth round.

Tenth round...

Chu Yi kept losing more and more, drinking more and more, and her face grew redder and redder.

By the eleventh round, she lost again.

This time she didn't laugh, nor did she tell Su Bai to meow like a cat.

She looked at Su Bai for several seconds, then stood up, walked around the table, and went to stand in front of Su Bai.

"Chu Yi," Chu Xiang called out to her.

Chu Yi ignored her.

She stood in front of Su Bai, leaned down, and placed her hands on the armrests of his chair, trapping him in the middle.

Alcohol fumes breathed out from her mouth, spraying onto Su Bai's face, mixed with the sweet and sour scent of red wine and the smell of some kind of fruit candy.

Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, her eyes shone like two stars, and her lips were moist, glistening under the light.

"Su Bai," Chu Yi squinted, sounding a bit dazed.

Su Bai looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yi smiled; that smile held intoxication, childishness, and something indescribable.

She lowered her head and kissed Su Bai on the forehead.

With a loud "pop" sound.

The living room was quiet for a moment.

Chu Xiang's mouth was slightly agape, forgotten to close.

A look of helplessness appeared on Song Qian's face; well, another sister was about to fall.

Lin Qiaoyou looked at Chu Yi, her eyes wide open.

Chu Yi straightened up and smiled, "Punishment finished."

She turned to leave, but her legs went weak, and she almost fell, only steadying herself by grabbing the edge of the table.

She plopped down onto Su Bai's lap.

Chu Xiang quickly stood up and walked over to help her, "You've had too much to drink."

Chu Yi shook her head, "I... I haven't had too much."

She turned her head to look at Su Bai and said with a chuckle, "Su Bai, your face is so red."

Su Bai didn't speak.

His face wasn't red, but his ears were a little hot.

Chu Xiang helped Chu Yi back to her room.

Chu Yi took two steps, looked back at Su Bai, and smiled like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank.

Then she was pulled away by Chu Xiang, and the room door closed.

Song Qian stood up, looked at Su Bai, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't, and she also went back to her room.

Lin Qiaoyou stood up, kept her head down, traced the edge of the table with her finger, whispered "goodnight," and also went back to her room.

The living room was left with only Su Bai.

The cards were scattered on the table, the glasses were empty, and a small piece of cake remained; the cream had melted, slumped limply on the plate.

Balloons floated against the ceiling, and streamers were still hanging.

Su Bai sat there and touched his forehead.

The warmth of Chu Yi's lips still remained there, warm and soft.

He stood up, stretched, and turned off the lights.

The hallway was very dark, with only a little moonlight filtering in from the window at the end.

Su Bai walked back to his room and closed the door.

He didn't turn on the lights; he sat on the edge of the bed in the darkness and reached out to touch the scarf around his neck.

It was dark gray, knitted, and very warm.

One end of the scarf was embroidered with the character "Su," with fine, dense stitches.

He lay down, folded the scarf neatly, and placed it beside his pillow.

He closed his eyes.

Outside the window, the city lights were still shining.

The night breeze squeezed in through the gaps in the window, blowing the curtains gently.

Su Bai turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

The pillow smelled of the sweetness of the cake, the tartness of the red wine, and the scent of the fruit candy on Chu Yi's lips.

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Hmm... should he call one of them in to cuddle while he sleeps?

Song Qian or Lin Qiaoyou...