Wen Qiao propped her cheek in her palm, resembling a gentle senior sister, "How about this, we play dice. If you win, you can ask me a question. If you lose, you drink."
"Sure."
Zhou Ruixian agreed readily. He'd dominated drinking parties for years without a single defeat.
Seeing his agreement, Wen Qiao raised her hand and snapped her fingers, summoning the waiter. In no time, the bar in front of them was lined up with drinks, with a smaller cup stacked on top of the larger ones. Wen Qiao gently flicked the first small cup, causing the rest to fall into the larger glasses below.
The glasses clinked crisply, foam spilling over. Wen Qiao pushed the dice in front of Zhou Ruixian.
Both shook the dice and then came to a stop.
Wen Qiao lifted her chin slightly, "You first."
"No, ladies first."
Wen Qiao couldn't be bothered to argue and, without even glancing at her own dice, she blurted out, "Three ones."
