"Little Cencen, come on, draw one. We're out here to have fun. Don't be like that, it'll kill the mood," Zhong Lang nudged her with his shoulder and winked, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you end up paired with big bro, kiss him in such a way that those jealous jerks will turn green. Hurry up."
Zhong Lang pulled her hand, and Qin Yucen had no choice but to draw the first one. Zhong Lang urged, "Little Cencen, hurry up and see what you got."
Qin Yucen unfolded the note. It was a circle, a very ugly circle.
"Did you draw this?" Qin Yucen asked with a hint of disdain.
"It's not bad," Zhong Lang didn't see anything wrong with it, and then showed the note to Huo Jingtang, "Big bro here is the oldest, you draw."
"Who says he's the oldest, it's Feng Ge who's the oldest," An Qianni stepped forward. "It should be Feng Ge who draws."
