The director spun the bottle again, and once again, it landed on Yan Yi.
"Yan Yi, is there anyone here who makes your heart flutter?"
The moment the director finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Yan Yi.
"Yes." Yan Yi nodded openly.
"Is it Shen Ting?" Wen Nuannuan asked excitedly.
"That's a second question." Yan Yi pushed Wen Nuannuan's head away.
Shen Ting pondered. No way. Could it really be me? Has a windfall really landed in my lap? Would abs and pecs no longer be a dream?
"Shen Ting? Shen Ting?"
Just as Shen Ting was lost in his lovely dream, the director suddenly waved a hand in front of his face.
"What is it?" Shen Ting leaned back a little and looked at the director.
"It's your turn." Yan Yi pointed at the mouth of the bottle.
"Okay." Shen Ting nodded in understanding, temporarily putting his other thoughts aside.
"Shen Ting, what score would you give Yan Yi's abs?" The director coughed after asking.
All the guests looked at Shen Ting and Yan Yi. Ohoho, how exciting.
[Holy crap, which one of you was bold enough to ask that?!]
[I think it should be full marks. Shen Ting couldn't take his eyes off them back then.]
[My friend's a fitness coach, and after seeing Yan Yi's body, he also said his physique was perfect and well-proportioned. Not overdone, but plenty to appreciate.]
"Hmm... 99 points. I'll give you the remaining point the next time you show me." Shen Ting smiled and patted Yan Yi's shoulder.
"Next time! Shen Ting, I never knew you were that kind of person. Is the reason I can't compete with him really that I don't have abs?" Wen Nuannuan wore an expression that said she had seen right through him.
"Of course.