Heather felt terribly wounded. Because they were her best friends, she had never hidden anything from them when they asked her.
But they all thought she was bragging.
Moreover, she didn't mention it often as she only said it a few times. So why did they laugh at her as if she mentioned it every day? "All right," she said with resignation, "I'll choose 'Dare,' okay?"
"Okay, let's play something big," Lana was immediately happy, "Well, how about asking the campus belle whose heart is the most difficult to win to take the initiative to confess her love to a stranger?"
"Not bad!" Leila, who was drunk, echoed, "Heather since you're confessing to a stranger, walk out of the private room and confess your love to the first person you'll meet."
"Yes, yes. Whether it is male or female, old or young, an ugly guy or a hunk, you'll win as long as you confess your love! Do you dare?" the other friends yelled.
Heather put her hands on the forehead.
