A Thrilling Game of Truth or Dare

Ji Shen's gaze upon Wen Shuang was filled with indulgence.
How much he doted on her, even he might not fully realize.
But to those watching, it was unmistakable—a peculiar, tender flavor.
Zhou Fang clicked his tongue twice, then chimed in, “Chuchu, if you want to play, I’ll bring you here every week~”
Ji Shen shot him a fierce look.
Mimicking parrot!
Chuchu obediently held Zhou Fang’s arm, “I’m fine, Zhou-ge. Just bring me here whenever you’re free.”
Yu Tian and Zho Zho, looking like drowned rats, staggered over, their hair soaked, with none of their earlier glamour remaining.
Zho Zho swung his hand, whispering softly, “Darling, I’m so clumsy—I couldn’t even handle a speedboat! And I made you feel so miserable. You don’t mind, do you?”
Yu Tian, always generous with his woman in public, replied, “It’s alright, baby. Just promise me you’ll never drive a speedboat again in your life!”
That remark sent everyone into peals of laughter.
The speedboat session over, the men arranged to go swimming and diving, while the women stayed behind to play beach volleyball.
Both Zho Zho and Chuchu were easy to get along with.
Zho Zho was bold, Chuchu reserved and shy.
Wen Shuang, back in high school, had played on the girls’ volleyball team, and she was quite adept.
One against two—she managed easily.
Leaping, her chest trembled delicately.
The passing men couldn’t help but stare!
Zho Zho called out, “Not bad, sister! Take another shot from me!”
Wen Shuang hadn’t played so freely in ages. Once she warmed up, she really let go. Chuchu, lacking stamina, soon sat aside to rest and drink water.
Ji Shen was swimming recklessly nearby. Wen Shuang glanced over in her spare moment, only to be caught off guard—the next second, the volleyball struck her chest squarely!
Zho Zho's shot wasn’t gentle.
Wen Shuang cried out in pain, bending over clutching her chest.
“Sister! Are you alright?” Zho Zho rushed over to apologize, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it! I got carried away and didn’t notice you weren’t paying attention.”
Ji Shen had just come ashore, and seeing Wen Shuang collapsed, he shot forward like an arrow.
“What happened?” His voice was anxious. “What did you do to her?”
Years of interrogation had given him an unspoken authority—his sudden burst of anger startled Zho Zho.
Wen Shuang quickly scrambled up, “I’m fine, just slipped while playing volleyball, don’t scare Zho Zho.”
Yu Tian and Zhou Fang followed after.

Ji Shen noticed her unnatural expression and the way she kept holding her chest.
With a stern face, he led Wen Shuang away.
He’d had enough of the covetous glances from the surrounding men.
“Just now, Officer Ji’s eyes were terrifying—I thought he was going to devour me!” Zho Zho recounted, still shaken, “But I really didn’t mean it. I’ll apologize properly later.”
“Didn’t expect Ji to care so much about Miss Wen,” Yu Tian raised his brows. “But Miss Wen seems reasonable, she won’t blame you.”
Zhou Fang: “You forget—Ji has always been protective of his own. No one bullies his people. Remember how he was with Jiang Ning...”
“Enough! Let’s not mention Ji’s past anymore.”

Back in the room.
Ji Shen insisted on inspecting her injury.
Wen Shuang, though mentally prepared for intimacy, felt shy as Ji Shen began.
“It’s just a minor bump, nothing serious.”
“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t have collapsed so suddenly. You’re usually tough.” Clearly, it must have hurt badly.
Without argument, he unfastened her bikini.
“I’ve always disliked this thing. You’re not allowed to wear it again.”
“Do I look bad in it?”
“You look beautiful!” Ji Shen tossed the bikini to the floor. “But you can only wear it for me!”
Her fair, delicate chest was reddened on the left side from the blow.
Ji Shen’s heart ached; even he hadn’t been so rough with her before.
He gently kneaded the area, brows furrowed, displeased, “Yu Tian’s woman really packs a punch.”
“She didn’t mean it, just got carried away. You should apologize to her later, you scared Zho Zho.” Wen Shuang scolded him softly.
He didn’t know if his hands were truly meant to ease her pain or if he was taking advantage.
Wen Shuang was left in an awkward limbo.
He worked at it for a while.
Wen Shuang felt herself reacting, “Enough, Officer Ji, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“What do you know? I’m promoting blood circulation and reducing bruising.”
Wen Shuang: “?”
Since when did chest massage count as such a remedy?
That evening, Yu Tian brought Zho Zho to apologize in person. Wen Shuang, seeing this, was flustered, assuring them it was nothing.
Yu Tian smiled, “If you don’t mind, let’s have dinner together tonight.”

Of course, Wen Shuang had no objection.
She called Ji Shen over.
The man snorted coldly, “Let’s not have a repeat!”
The six dined at a high-end Hainan-style restaurant, then went to a nearby bar for drinks.
The cool night sea breeze drifted in, while a resident singer strummed a lyrical melody on the guitar at the bar counter.
It was a moment of indescribable beauty.
Wen Shuang changed into a Bohemian-style long dress for the evening, perfect for the vacation mood.
She looked alluring, with an added touch of freshness—captivating in a unique way.
“Shuang, can you drink?” Yu Tian asked.
Wen Shuang: “A little, but my tolerance isn’t great.”
“Well, a little means you can drink.” Yu Tian rounded up the numbers without hesitation.
He raised a glass of beer, clinking it with Wen Shuang’s, “On behalf of my Zho Zho, I apologize to you. If you’re fine with it, finish this glass.”
For those words, Wen Shuang naturally had to down it in one go.
Ji Shen tapped his knuckles on the table, “Yu Tian, don’t bully the young lady.”
“How am I bullying her? I’m making peace for my woman!”
Chuchu laughed behind her hand.
“Then I’ll toast Shuang-jie later too.”
After several drinks, the group kept finding excuses to make Wen Shuang drink more.
Ji Shen shielded her, drinking double in her place, all decisively downed in one gulp.
“Ji, you’re already worried after just a few drinks?”
“Yes, I am,” Ji Shen wrapped an arm around Wen Shuang’s waist, “Our Shuang can’t handle alcohol, don’t bully her.”
“Look at you—I hardly recognize Officer Ji anymore.”
With the drinking over, Yu Tian urged everyone into a classic game—Truth or Dare!
This game was best played with alcohol; secrets were bound to come out.
The first round, Zhou Fang lost.
Zho Zho flashed a seductive smile, “Fang-ge, truth or dare?”
Zhou Fang, always up for a challenge, replied, “Dare! Bring it on!”
Zho Zho and Yu Tian whispered together, then turned with mischievous glee, “Chuchu, wrap your legs around Fang-ge’s waist, then stay like that and kiss for thirty seconds!”