Zhuo Xiangqiao glanced at the bowed head of Lin Yue and abruptly pulled her up. Lin Yue, still holding her drink, blankly stared at Zhuo Xiangqiao who had helped her up, her eyes full of confusion.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhuo Xiangqiao hugged Lin Yue and then held her close within his arms, turning his back towards them. Despite this, they could still faintly make out some of the scene.
At the sixty-second mark, Zhuo Xiangqiao promptly ceased all movements and adjusted the neckline of Lin Yue's dress upwards.
A minute might seem short, but for those present, it was an agony. Wei Ziyun took a big gulp of his drink, and the two people beside him coughed and shifted their gazes away.
"This is really masochistic," Wei Ziyun muttered to himself after downing a large sip of his drink.
Zhuo Xiangqiao, holding Lin Yue, returned to their seat and teasingly eyed the three others, then said, "Do you want to continue playing?"
