It was Jin Tiancheng's turn. He drew a card and flipped it over.
Yu Zhiwei: I want to see Lu Ye and Xie Lin kiss.
[Holy shit, my internet spokesperson.]
[I hereby declare that from this moment on, Miss Yu Zhiwei, you are my-god!]
[Look, since you've already asked them to kiss, couldn't you ask them to do it right here?]
[Aaaaaah, I'm an alpha wriggling around in bed like a maggot.]
[Kiss him! Pin him to the ground and kiss him! Keep going as long as it won't kill him! Ideally, kiss Tao Miaomiao's lips raw.]
[You shippers...]
[Oh my god, inspiration's struck again.]
[Still haven't finished writing? Hurry up, author!]
Xie Lin: "..."
Why was he always the one who got hurt?
Jin Tiancheng's grin was harder to suppress than an AK's recoil, and he started laying on the passive-aggressive act.
"I can understand if Mr. Xie doesn't want to help me complete my task. After all, not everyone is as lucky as Ms. Yu."
He sighed as he spoke, his expression full of disappointment.
"This game's really too hard. What am I going to do if I come last? I can't cook. One wrong move and I might poison everyone..."
Before he finished, Lu Ye caught Xie Lin by the chin, turned his face toward him, and planted a smacking kiss on his cheek.
Yu Zhiwei froze, her eyes widening further and further.
"That's not the kind of kiss I meant..."
Lu Ye let go and smiled faintly.
"Then remember to be more specific next time."
Although he wanted to announce to the whole world that Xie Lin was his wife, how could he go all the way with something so intimate in front of so many people?
Under the table, where no one noticed, Wu Meibing