The Beauty's Hands Are Soft?

Tang Ziyun has met the binding requirements. Bind her?

--Bind!

Binding successful. Tang Ziyun's favorability toward the host: 30. Reward: 250,000.

--Hmm? Aside from my ex-girlfriend, she's the first person to have over 20 favorability points immediately after being bound. She has great potential.

Su Yang silently watched Tang Ziyun.

The three girls sharing the table saw that the two had been holding hands for three or four seconds without letting go.

One of the girls coughed twice and said, "I say, how long are you two planning to keep holding hands?"

"Oh, sorry." Tang Ziyun shyly pulled back her delicate hand and brushed the bangs from her cheek.

"Su Yang, can I add you on WeChat? If there's anything I don't understand about singing in the future, I'd like to ask you."

"Sure." Su Yang readily took out his phone.

"Scan mine."

"Okay."

Beep~

After they added each other on WeChat, Tang Ziyun smiled in satisfaction. Looking at Su Yang with flushed cheeks, she asked, "Su Yang, would you like to sit down and have a couple of drinks?"

Su Yang was naturally more than willing to accept Tang Ziyun's invitation. However, when he thought of Pan Ning and the others still inside, he felt it would be inappropriate to drink with someone else outside.

He smiled and politely declined. "I'll have a drink with you. It's just that my friends are still inside, and I can't leave them waiting."

"Oh, oh, I understand. Yuyu, pour Su Yang a drink." Tang Ziyun turned to the girl called Yuyu.

Su Yang accepted the beer Yuyu handed him, raised his glass, and clinked it against the others' glasses. "Ladies, come on, let me toast you."

As he spoke, he tipped his head back and drained it in one gulp.

"All right, I'll head back in first. Have fun."

As he spoke, Su Yang grabbed the windowsill and climbed back inside.

The moment he entered, he saw Pan Ning staring at him with a gaze sharp as a blade.

The people beside her were all watching the two with amused expressions.

Shen Yixue turned sideways and whispered to Zhang Ziming, "That guy's done for."

"What... what's wrong?" Su Yang stammered.

Pan Ning crossed her legs and looked sharply at Su Yang before slowly asking, "Was the beer good?"

"Uh, it was all right."

"Were the beauty's hands soft?"

"That, at least, was pretty... soft... ahem." Su Yang coughed and hurriedly stopped himself. He quickly looked toward Meng Wenzhou.

"Speaking of which, Young Master Meng, why hasn't the food arrived after so long? I'm starving." Su Yang kept signaling at Meng Wenzhou with his eyes.

Meng Wenzhou held back his laughter and said, "Oh, oh, I've already urged them twice. The restaurant's a little crowded today. It should be here soon."

Just as the atmosphere grew awkward, a server appeared in time, pushing a black cart toward them.

The cart was piled high with all kinds of grilled seafood: Boston lobster, mantis shrimp, mud crabs, long crab legs, prawns, various kinds of snails and shellfish, and more. Everything looked delicious.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone. There are simply too many customers today. Please forgive us if we've been inattentive." As he spoke, the server took out the various dishes and placed them on the table.

"It's fine."

"By the way, Xiao Li, where's the beer I ordered?"

"Oh, I'll bring it right over. Please wait a moment." After arranging the food, the server called Xiao Li turned and ran toward the bar.

Looking at the tableful of delicacies, Su Yang quickly changed the subject.

"Wow, this all looks delicious. I won't stand on ceremony. Let me try some first."

As he spoke, he picked up a large Boston lobster and started eating.

Pan Ning no longer dwelled on what had happened. In truth, she had only been teasing Su Yang. After all, they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend yet, and she had no right to interfere with whom Su Yang wanted to add on WeChat.

Before long, Xiao Li returned, carrying a wooden crate to their table.

The wooden crate was open, with twelve chilled black beer bottles inserted into the round holes on top.

"The beer's here, Young Master Meng. Should I open all of them?"

"What do you think? This little bit of beer isn't even enough to rinse my mouth. Bring me ten more crates."

"Got it. Let me open these bottles first." Xiao Li began opening the beer bottles one by one and placing them on the table.

Looking at the unfamiliar beer, Su Yang asked, "What kind of beer is this?"

As he opened the bottles, Xiao Li introduced it. "Handsome, this is the Rolls-Royce of beers, Xifleitlun W12 Craft Beer. It's also said to be the best-tasting beer in the world."

"'Said to be'? How much is one bottle?"

"150 yuan."

"150 yuan for one bottle of beer?" Su Yang was somewhat shocked. It wasn't that he thought 150 yuan was expensive; he just didn't think beer was worth that much.

In his impression, a bottle of beer usually cost only a few yuan. Even the more expensive ones were generally just ten or twenty yuan. He hadn't expected one bottle to cost 150 yuan.

"Hehe, handsome, don't think it's expensive. This beer is very hard to get. Today, Young Master Meng came, so our boss specially ordered it. The entire restaurant is only serving it to your table."

"Hehe, as expected of my Brother Meng. Wherever he goes, he gets special treatment." Liu Bo chuckled from the side.

"Enough nonsense. Drink as much as you want today. There'll be plenty of alcohol. No one is leaving until they're drunk. Xiao Li, go open another fifty bottles for me."

"Got it, Young Master Meng. I'll do it right away!" Xiao Li scampered off again.

After remaining silent for a long while, Zhang Ziming looked at the others and said, "I have a small suggestion. Just eating and drinking like this is a little boring. How about adding a bit of pressure?"

"Let's hear it."

"Let's play the simplest game, Who is the Spy. How about the loser of each round drinks half a bottle?"

"Half a bottle?" Shen Yixue pinched Zhang Ziming and angrily said, "Are you trying to drink me to death?"

Zhang Ziming cried out in pain. "Ow, ow, that hurts! How about you drink one glass if you lose, while the rest of us drink half a bottle?"

Shen Yixue glanced at the glasses on the table when she heard this. "Fine."

Pan Ning spoke up. "Are you stupid? This beer is 330 milliliters per bottle, and filling this glass takes at least 160 milliliters. Isn't that basically the same amount?"

"Huh?" Shen Yixue was stunned. She quickly picked up a bottle of beer from the table and poured it into the glass. Once the glass was full, she looked at the bottle and saw that it had exactly half a bottle left.

She turned and glared furiously at Zhang Ziming. "Zhang Ziming! You tricked me!"

"Uh, I didn't know. I thought filling the glass would use a little less." Zhang Ziming hurriedly explained.

"Hmph, no. If I drink like this, I'll be drunk after only a few glasses. I'll drink half a glass."

"That works, that works. What about the rest of you? Any objections?"

"Whatever. Let's start already. I'm thirsty!" Liu Bo urged them on while eating an oyster.

"All right, let's use my phone." As he spoke, Zhang Ziming picked up his phone and opened a Who is the Spy app.

After operating it for a while, he said, "Everyone gets one word, and you each describe your own. There are only six of us, so one spy is enough. All right, I've seen my word. Here, take it."

After looking at his own word, Zhang Ziming shook the phone and handed it to Liu Bo.

Liu Bo took the phone, waited three seconds, and looked at his word. He likewise shook the phone before handing it to Meng Wenzhou.

After that, everyone followed the same procedure.

Once Pan Ning had finished looking, Su Yang took the phone and glanced at it. The word displayed on the screen was: Old Deng.

Finally, it was Shen Yixue's turn. After looking at it, she turned the phone over and placed it on the table.

The first round began.