"Hehe, Brother Dazhuang, this is the cup I just used," Chen Jiaying said with a flirty smile toward Dazhuang.
"I just drank from it, and now you did too. Doesn't that mean it's like we indirectly kissed?"
Hearing this, Dazhuang hastily put down the cup, his face turning red all the way to his neck.
Chen Jiaying reached out to pick up the cup again, raised her fingernail-coated fingers, lifted the wine glass in her hand, parted her tempting red lips, and took a gentle sip.
"Brother Dazhuang, let's keep playing," she said.
After that, she picked up the dice cup again and started shaking it, "Okay, your turn."
Honestly, I felt bad for Dazhuang.
I don't know what was going on tonight, but he kept losing; so far, Chen Jiaying hadn't lost a single time.
Chen Jiaying clapped her hands excitedly, her enticing chest bouncing with her movements.
"Come on, the punishment is here."
"What else do you want to know?" Dazhuang was almost in tears.