You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Zhou Xiaoying was whispering and chatting with a young man who looked like a college student, the latter occasionally bursting into hearty laughter.

Zhang Zhengkai and a few others were playing cards, while Afei and the eldest sister were rolling dice.

There were also some people whose names I didn't know, holding their phones and frantically typing on the keyboard with serious expressions.

Two people were talking, and their eyes kept glancing at me with a half-smile.

The song "Summoning" had just finished playing when someone cut it off without waiting for the accompaniment to finish.

Hopefully, the next song will be someone else's.

Then, footage from Lo Ta-yu's "Love Song 1990" music video appeared on the screen.

Even if he couldn't understand the air, he still knew what to do.

"Cut it out! Cut it out, cut it out, take a break if you're tired! You guys sing!" Xiao Yao stretched and said loudly.

He put down the microphone and opened a bottle of Gatorade for himself.

No one cut off his song, but the people around him handed him a few playing cards.

"What?" Xiao Yao was completely confused.

"Draw one." The man's speech was somewhat slurred, as if he had been drinking too much.

"Do we have any alcohol?" Xiao Yao wondered.

He casually picked up the top card—it was the King of Hearts, and the Charlemagne on it had no beard, just like himself.

The back of a playing card features a scoreboard, a measuring tape, an eye, and the letter "G".

That eye seemed to be staring intently at me, which was a little creepy.

"Did you all get them?" Zhang Zhengkai swayed and shouted, as if he had drunk quite a bit.

After receiving affirmative answers from everyone, Zhang Zhengkai asked who had drawn the King of Spades.

"Me." Xiao Yao raised his hand.

"Alright! You are the king of this round!" Zhang Zhengkai announced.

"What does the king mean?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled.

"You've never even played the King's Game before?" Zhang Zhengkai pursed his lips as he explained the rules of the game to Xiao Yao.

"Anything is fine?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Anything is fine!" Zhang Zhengkai exclaimed excitedly. "Use your imagination!"

"Uh……"

"Don't listen to him," Shen Jie's voice was slightly tipsy. "That's enough. It's just for fun. Don't embarrass everyone."

"Hmm..." Xiao Yao was still a little confused: "Then J and 7, the two of you... do three push-ups together?"

The crowd started to jeer, finding it boring, and demanded that the king give a different order.

"Then..." Xiao Yao scratched his head, "What should we change it to?"

"Give me a hug?" Zhang Zhengkai suggested.

“J and 7, give each other a hug,” Xiao Yao said.

The person who drew the "J" in the deck of cards was the birthday girl, Zhou Xiaoying, while the person who drew the "7" was her chubby boyfriend.

Amidst the boos and jeers of the crowd, the young couple embraced each other openly and tightly, with the fat man even kissing Xiaoying on the cheek.

The next round of the game is about to begin. This time, a girl drew the King, and her command is to let the Queen ride on the shoulders of the Three.

Both of the infected individuals were male, but Q was much more muscular than 3, making the visual impact quite striking.

Amidst the girls' cheers and jeers, the petite 3 sat on the floor under the sofa, while the muscular Q sat on the sofa with his legs draped over his shoulders, which could be considered as "riding" him for a moment.

The next "KING" command was a lap pillow, which happened to be given to a man and a woman, pushing the atmosphere on the field to a climax.

Xiao Yao became excited again; this game was really fun.

A young girl reluctantly took off her Adidas sneakers, poured a half-finished Coke into them, and then slipped her feet, which were encased in white cotton socks, into the shoes.

That's a bit too mean—Xiao Yao's Adam's apple bobbed, regretting that he wasn't wearing his glasses today.

In the next round, Xiao Yao was chosen by the king, and the task was to have another person sit on his lap.

That woman was the same one who had been chatting with Ah Fei about "can we order some guys to keep us company" when they first entered the private room.

The woman wasn't shy at all. Before Xiao Yao could react, she strode over, plopped down on him, wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted her legs off the ground, and tilted her head back.

Xiao Yao felt a sudden weight on his body, and then the faint fragrance of the girl's soft hair immediately filled his nostrils.

The soft, elastic touch that entered his palms through the fabric was as hot as red-hot iron, causing Xiao Yao to subconsciously remove his hands.

The girl's long hair fell onto Xiao Yao's neck, tickling him and making his whole body stiffen.

It should be noted that Xiao Yao had lived for 15 years, and this was the first time he had ever actually hugged a girl his own age—well, been hugged.

He had imagined countless times what this would feel like, but now, his first experience was... well, it didn't really feel like much.

How could I not feel it?!

The leader of the group raised her luscious lips, stretched out a hand, and used her bent index finger to lift Xiao Yao's chin, seemingly about to kiss him in the next second.

Xiao Yao's remaining rationality told him that his wife was still watching.

He was about to push the woman away when she released Xiao Yao's neck, pushed herself up on the sofa, and stood up.

“Alright,” Shen Jie said, “Let’s try something else, this is getting more and more outrageous.”

"Oh, Jie Jie, are you jealous?" the eldest sister said with a charming smile. "Don't worry, Jie Jie, he's not my type. Let's just have some fun and have a good time—"

Why would I be jealous?

"Alright, alright," Zhang Zhengkai clapped his hands, "Let's play one last round, then we'll switch to the murder mystery game, okay?"

Everyone chimed in, but Shen Jie was a little annoyed: "You guys keep playing, I'm going to the restroom."

"Hey, I'll go too." Xiao Yao put down the bottle in his hand.

"It's so sticky, we even go to the toilet together," Ah Fei teased.

"How do I get to the restroom?" Xiao Yao asked.

Chapter 35 Corridor

"The restroom?" The eldest sister, who had just returned, shook the water droplets off her hands and said, "Turn right when you go out, walk to the end and then turn left. There are signs."

Xiao Yao and Shen Jie left the private room together.

“Your friends are having a blast,” Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie shook her head: "It's a bit improper. They've never done this before—otherwise, why would I have hidden myself?"

"I feel like everyone's a bit high, even though we didn't order any alcohol. He said they don't sell alcohol to minors."

“Yes, I also find it strange,” Shen Jie said. “Ah, we’ve arrived.”

Xiao Yao was urinating and finished quickly. He stood at the toilet door waiting for Shen Jie to come out.

"Why haven't they come out yet? Could they have already gone back?"

It was only then that Xiao Yao realized the atmosphere in the corridor was somewhat eerie.

The blue background light in the corridor had been turned dark red at some point, which gave Xiao Yao a chill.

The restroom signs I saw on the way here are gone, and when I tried to ask a staff member, there was no one there.

The carpet was so soft that you couldn't make a sound when you stepped on it.

Xiao Yao changed to a marching posture and stomped his feet hard on the ground, but still didn't hear any sound.

"Ahem, hello?" Xiao Yao's voice echoed somewhat: "You're like a beautiful slogan, impossible to shake off in this world of criticism and struggle..."

What's there to criticize?

Xiao Yao started running; he decided to go back to his private room first.

The private rooms I passed all looked pretty much the same; they were all pitch black and completely silent.

He began to miss the wailing and howling he had experienced two hours earlier.

Should I turn left or right ahead? Xiao Yao tried to recall: What's the room number?

Damn it, I didn't even notice!

In the blood-red darkness, it seemed as if countless eyes were staring at him, and he could vaguely hear malicious whispers.

Xiao Yao stopped and looked around with a forced smile: in the complete silence, he naturally saw nothing.

He took out his phone, ready to call Shen Jie, when the door to the private room ten meters away opened silently.

A young girl walked out from inside; her figure seemed quite familiar.

She was of average height and build, with a chubby face, and was dressed in a high-slit cheongsam and stiletto heels that were very inappropriate for a student...

Xiao Yao squinted: "Zhou Qi?..."