"Oh..."
Luo Mengmeng came back to her senses, and without daring to look at Gu Zhihan, she carelessly spun the bottle on the table.
Bang.
Soon enough, the bottle stopped spinning.
Without bias, it pointed straight at Gu Zhihan.
"It's pointing at the class president!"
Someone shouted out, and all eyes immediately turned to look at Gu Zhihan.
Luo Mengmeng was no exception. She touched her nose, obviously not expecting her hand to be so skillful, pointing right at him.
The young man's demeanor was cool and detached, with his arms crossed as he sat on the sofa. He glanced indifferently at the bottle, then looked towards Luo Mengmeng and said directly, "I choose dare."
"Okay!" Luo Mengmeng, holding back a bellyful of frustration and looking for a chance to get back at him, heard him volunteer and certainly didn't hold back.
