Chapter 632 — I'm Sorry About That
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"I'll drink a bottle as punishment." Chen Yuxuan's tolerance for alcohol was quite good. Especially in recent years, while stationed at the border, it would have been hard to get through the bitter cold winter nights without liquor, so his capacity was much better than before.
Chen Yuxuan opened a bottle of red wine and drank it straight down without even blinking. After finishing, he asked Shen Yushu, "Xiaoshu, do you have a boyfriend?"
Chen Yuxuan felt that his sister seemed to have become a bit more open, what with those words always on her lips, so he wanted to probe and see whether she had a boyfriend.
"Oh, I'd like to have one too, but Sister Yaoyao won't cooperate. She won't get a boyfriend, so I can't either, ahhh!" Shen Yushu said with some grief and indignation.
"You don't?" Chen Yuxuan was taken aback. Still, this was good news. It was just that his sister's way of thinking really did seem a little strange. Was she really that close to Gu Mengyao? So close that she had to be the concubine?
"No, I don't!" Shen Yushu shook her head and said, "All right, it's my turn to ask. Sister Yaoyao, when are you going to get a boyfriend?"
"I don't know." Gu Mengyao glared at Shen Yushu. "Stop asking these strange questions all the time!"
"It's Truth or Dare, so of course we have to ask strange questions!" Shen Yushu didn't think much of it. "Sigh, I still want a threesome. If you don't get a boyfriend, when is that ever going to happen?"
"Huh?"
It wasn't just An Liwen and Su Taizao — even Chen Yuxuan's eyes went wide. He had never imagined Shen Yushu could come out with something so outrageous! A threesome?
An Liwen's face twitched twice. A threesome might sound like a fine time, but it all depended on with whom. With Shen Yushu? He didn't have that kind of nerve — he wasn't ready to die!
Wei Zhao, by contrast, was long since inured to it all, and went on sitting there, expressionless as ever.
"Xiaoshu, didn't I tell you not to say that word? Why are you still using such unrefined language?" Gu Mengyao was getting angry.
"Sister Yaoyao, I didn't say it! I said 'threesome' — I never said the other thing," Shen Yushu quibbled.
"It's the same thing. From now on you're not to say it at all," Gu Mengyao said with a sniff.
"All right, then I'll say it secretly at home," Shen Yushu muttered under her breath.
"Not at home either!" Gu Mengyao shot her a glare, unwilling to pursue the subject any further. "Fine. You can go on asking Brother Taizao your questions."
Su Taizao's heart gave a violent lurch. Shen Yushu again? Surely not? But before he could voice any objection, Shen Yushu had already begun her second round of questioning.
"Brother Taizao, do you still wet the bed now?" Shen Yushu was no fool. Su Taizao's earlier refusal to answer, his opting for a dare instead, had struck her as suspicious! She figured he must wet the bed, so she decided to ask a similar sort of question.
"That's not fair! You already asked that question!" Su Taizao leapt to his feet in protest.
Gu Mengyao hadn't expected Shen Yushu to be so wicked — asking once wasn't enough, she had to ask a second time. Wasn't that just making things hard for the poor man? Still, Gu Mengyao couldn't help finding it rather astonishing. Su Taizao still wet the bed?