Lu Ye stood to one side, his clenched fist pressed against his lips, his shoulders shaking wildly.
He could barely hold it in anymore.
His wife had eaten the end he had bitten, but spat the section Fu Yunxi had touched into the trash.
What did that mean?
It meant that in his wife's heart, he, Lu Ye, was different. His saliva could be swallowed.
The winner was clear.
The light in Fu Yunxi's eyes instantly dimmed. He wanted to cough up three thousand liters of blood.
That ten million had gone down the drain.
"Pfft!"
Yu Zhiwei burst out laughing, then hurriedly covered her mouth.
But she failed to stifle it and collapsed against Yue Lan, honking with laughter.
Yue Lan fondly wrapped an arm around her waist, her palm stroking her back with utter naturalness.
The director wiped his aging face, raised his megaphone, and gritted his teeth.
"Group two, get into position. One additional rule: anything falling out of your mouth counts as a failed challenge."
I don't care whether it falls into the trash or some other bizarre place. If it's not mouth-to-mouth, it doesn't count.
Xie Lin turned sideways.
"The director's lost it."
Lu Ye nodded vigorously.
"He's a sore loser."
The director: "..."
Seriously, could you two keep your snide remarks down?
On the other side, Yue Lan, Yu Zhiwei, and Lu Zhenzhen also stood in a triangle, each biting one end of a biscuit.
"Start!"
All three quickly nibbled toward the center.
Yue Lan's gaze was calm, Yu Zhiwei's eyelashes fluttered, and Lu Zhenzhen...
Her eyes darted wildly between Yue Lan and Yu Zhiwei.
Just as only a tiny bit of biscuit remained, Lu Zhenzhen suddenly let go and stepped back.
A second later, Yu Zhiwei let go too.
Yue Lan ended up