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Emily leaned into Vincent's arms and asked, "What does a black hole of a game mean?"
Vincent pointed his chin at Ferne, "Just like him."
At this moment, Ferne was lying on the table in despair, wailing in pain, "Why is it me? Why!"
"Ah, that's a black hole." Emily nodded in realization.
The group sat on the deck of the cruise ship and played a variety of games with the sea breeze. There were throwing dice, drawing lots, cards, and beer bottles. In short, no matter what they played, Ferne could always lose to only underwear.
"Why don't we change the game? What do you think about the punishment for the winner?" asked Ferne bitterly.
"I think it's a bad idea," Janessa laughed.
Ferne looked at Jaquan for help, "Jaquan, it's your wedding day. It's not good for me to steal the limelight. If we continue to play, I'm afraid everyone will forget to celebrate your wedding."
Jaquan ate a grape and waved his hand, "I don't mind."
Ferne said nothing.
