Do I Have a Choice?

After they passed the box around, everyone had a piece of paper in his or her hand. 

Tang Zui noticed that everyone had drawn a piece of paper. He smiled mischievously and asked, "Which two of you have the ones with triangles? Get up!"

One of the young men stood up and revealed the symbol on the piece of paper in his hand. Across the table, a woman stood up too. There was also a triangle on her paper. 

Tang Zui asked, "French kiss or cocktail?"

"French kiss, of course! I'll sleep for seven days straight if I touch that drink," the young man said, pulled the beautiful woman before him over, and kissed her. 

The people around them started to applaud, and even the man who brought the woman here was cheering for them. He did not appear jealous at all. 

Su Qianxun knew that other than Lan Qingcheng, all the women in this room were treated without dignity and decency. They were merely the men's playthings. It would not even be a surprise if those men were to let those women spend a night with another man. A kiss was nothing.

Even though the young woman knew that it was just a game, she still felt very uncomfortable. She understood clearly that she was in the same position as the other young women in this room. When she thought about this, her lips became even paler. 

Lan Qingcheng, who was sitting next to Long Sijue, sneered as she gazed at the young woman sitting across the table. She could not be more pleased. 'Now this sl*t finally knows her place, and the fact that she is merely a plaything!'

After the passionate kiss, the two of them returned to their seats as though nothing had happened. 

In the second round, two young men had gotten pieces of paper with the same symbol on them. They exchanged looks of disgust and chose to drink the cocktail. 

Su Qianxun did not expect the cocktail to be that strong. As soon as the two men finished the cocktail in their glasses, they passed out right away and were carried back to their rooms by the bodyguards.

When he saw that, Tang Zui coughed softly and quickly asked, "For the third round, the selected symbol is the lily of the valley!"

After he said that, for a while, no one made a sound. Tang Zui laughed internally and deliberately asked, "Hey, chick, what did you get? Don't tell me that you got the lily of the valley."

Since Su Qianxun had been called out, she had no choice but to stand up, bite the bullet and said gloomily, "It's me."

"It's really you. Who else got the lily of the valley, then?"

Lan Qingcheng was so nervous that she could barely breathe. She clenched her fists tightly as she was worried that Long Sijue would stand up.

It turned out that... 

Long Sijue uncrossed his long legs and put his feet down. Lan Qingcheng quickly said to him, "Jue, I feel dizzy and sick. Can you take me back to my room?"

Long Sijue glanced expressionlessly at her and simply tossed the piece of paper in his hand onto the table. The symbol on the paper was a lily of the valley as well.

Su Qianxun gasped. She did not expect that Long Sijue had gotten the same symbol as her.

His fiancée was here, so a french kiss with him was out of the question, which meant that there was only one option left—to drink the cocktail!

In truth, no matter who got the same symbol as her, she would still choose to drink the cocktail.

When she thought about how the two men earlier on, who were both about six foot tall, collapsed right after finishing the drink, she was worried that she would die right after drinking the cocktail.

"Listen up, chick. You better give it some thought. This cocktail is specially mixed for this kind of occasion. It's dubbed 'Instant Blackout'. Even an ordinary man would pass out and stay asleep for three to seven days after just a glass. As for you… I'm afraid that you'll never wake up," Tang Zui explained to her. 

Everyone was staring at her…

Long Sijue also looked at her with a seemingly look of indifference. His deep, grim black eyes resembled two bottomless pits. 

Su Qianxun was dejected. 'Do I Have a Choice?' Without hesitation, the young woman walked over to the coffee table and lifted the glass that contained the cocktail to her lips.

Ye Gu almost could not suppress the urge to stand up, snatch the glass from her and drink the cocktail on her behalf. But someone had beaten him to it. 

Just as Su Qianxun's small lips touched the glass, someone grabbed her by the wrist aggressively and dragged her over. The contents of the glass spilled out. She raised her head and her gaze was met with a pair of furious black eyes…