Huang Rong's Wish

"Dare?" Song Qingshu raised a brow and stared at her with a faintly teasing smile. "Rong'er, have you really thought it through? Are you choosing dare?"

"Yes." Huang Rong took a deep breath, yet she was remarkably calm inside. I'm not an idiot. If his demand goes too far, I can always just refuse to continue playing.

"Rong'er, to make sure you understand the rules, let me confirm once more: for a dare, no matter what the other person asks of you, you must do it as they say. Do you still choose dare?"

The amusement in Song Qingshu's expression made Huang Rong's heart tremble with unease. She could not help regretting her choice somewhat, but she was stubborn by nature. I have a way out anyway, so why should I show weakness before him?

"I've decided. Go on, what do you want me to do?" Huang Rong lifted her chin, her smooth, delicate neck dazzlingly white beneath the lamplight.

Song Qingshu gave an enigmatic smile, sat boldly on the stool, and beckoned to her. "Come here."

Seeing his legs spread apart and the strange expression on his face, Huang Rong found it difficult not to make certain improper associations. Her face chilled slightly. "What are you doing?"

"I merely saw that this stool was too hard, and I was afraid it might hurt Rong'er. So I invited Rong'er to sit on my lap. I guarantee it'll be much softer and more comfortable than that hard stool," Song Qingshu said with a smile.

Huang Rong froze. "That's the dare you want me to do?"

Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly. "What, is that difficult? How about I change it?"

"It... it's not difficult." Huang Rong's face reddened. She had imagined countless possibilities and had always thought he would make some excessive demand.