12 : do something bad

 The bar wasn't far, and with Li Feiran driving fast, they arrived at the door in half an hour.

"This place was recently opened by Jiang Er." Li Feiran handed the key to the waiter. "They should still be in the private room. Let's go in."

Yin Luo followed behind.

A door separated the inside from the outside into two worlds. Restless, flamboyant electronic music reverberated throughout the hall, accompanied by flashing, multicolored lights. Men and women danced wildly on and off the stage, leaving no space to pass through.

The smell was also chaotic.

Yin Luo was disgusted.

He would never have come if it weren't for the mission.

He asked the system to redeem a bottle of medicine with his points. The system's voice sounded particularly cute in this environment: [Host, redemption complete. Timer starts now, effective for two hours.]

Yin Luo: "?"

Yin Luo: [Is it too late to return it now?]

System: [It's already used up!]

Yin Luo: [I bought it with 10,000 points, and it only lasts for two hours? Your store is really shady.]

The system feigned innocence and acted cute: 【(*▽*)】Time

limit applies. To avoid wasting time, Yin Luo tugged at Li Feiran's clothes: "Where's the private room?"

The two were very close, and the boy was so dependent on her, making Li Feiran a little distracted. He coughed and said, "It's inside. I'll take you in."

Because of the crowd, even though Yin Luo was careful, he still bumped into some people. The desensitizing medicine was very effective; apart from the uncomfortable smell, he didn't have any extreme reactions.

The private room was at the end of the corridor. It

was relatively quiet inside. Li Feiran pushed open the door, and someone inside immediately laughed: "Young Master Li, didn't you go back? Why are you back again? Did you miss me?"

"Get lost." After cursing, Li Feiran turned to look at Yin Luo and immediately changed his tone, "Yin Yin, you can sit on the sofa on the far right in a while."

"Okay."

Yin Luo turned her body and glanced inside.

It wasn't one of those dimly lit, messy private rooms. On the contrary, it was brightly lit, spacious, and clean, with no strange smell of smoke or decadent scenes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.

A target range hung on the wall, and someone was throwing darts. Several empty bottles were piled on the coffee table, and seven or eight people, all well-dressed, sat on the sofa. He'd heard from the system that today's guests were all core members of this circle, mostly from established families, with few

nouveau riche , hence the small number of people.

Just as Yin Luo looked away, a boy got up from the sofa: "Hey, you brought the young master of the Yin family too?"

"Yin Yin was bored at home, so I brought him over to play." Li Feiran noticed the boy's gaze was fixed on Yin Luo, and his tone became displeased. "What's wrong? The room is so small, can't you fit another person?"

"Is that so?" The boy smiled, glanced at Yin Luo again, and mimicked Li Feiran's tone, saying ambiguously, "Yin Yin was bored at home."

Yin Luo: "..."

He wanted to punch someone.

Fortunately, neither of them said anything more. After Yin Luo followed Li Feiran inside, he sat on the sofa on the far right, which they had previously mentioned. Li Feiran asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Yin Luo thought for a moment, "Alcohol."

Li Feiran paused, "Is your hand injury fully healed? Can you drink?"

"It's healed, I just twisted it. Why can't I drink?" Yin Luo frowned, "You're so nagging."

Li Feiran: "..."

In this peaceful environment, Yin Luo revealed his true colors, still the arrogant and haughty young master. Just a moment ago, he was clinging to his clothes outside.

But Li Feiran wasn't angry; he even felt a little like pinching Yin Luo's cheek.

How could someone look like this? Such a small face, yet with baby fat.

It seemed like it would turn red at the slightest touch.

Coming back to his senses, Li Feiran called the waiter and ordered a bottle of fruit wine. Yin Luo was attracted by the pretty bottle of fruit wine and poured himself a glass.

He took a sip.

It wasn't the fruit juice he had imagined.

Suddenly, someone across from him spoke, "How are things between you and Duan Muze?"

Yin Luo was startled and looked up.

It was a boy with almond-shaped eyes and a slightly mischievous smile. Yin Luo vaguely remembered him from the last banquet. He didn't notice the boy's slightly startled expression, his face fierce: "Why are you asking this?"

The boy lifted his eyelids, completely oblivious to Yin Luo's fierce tone: "Just trying to find out the situation. Didn't you say you wanted him to fail? Why did you speak up for him last time?"

Yin Luo pursed his lips.

He had originally planned to drink some alcohol and use the opportunity of drunkenness to cause trouble with this group, but the other party had come over on their own initiative.

You provoked me first.

I'm going to do something bad.

He thought.

The room wasn't noisy to begin with,

but it became even quieter after Yin Luo arrived, and their conversation reached everyone's ears. They all turned their gazes to Yin Luo simultaneously.

The boy was really fair-skinned, the kind of natural, jade-like white. Now, after drinking, his earlobes and cheeks were tinged with pink, and his lips were glistening.

Did this young master used to look like this?

Yin Luo more or less noticed their gazes, but assumed it was contempt or disdain. He licked the remaining wine stains from the corner of his lips and tilted his head back.

"What happened between him and me is none of your business." His long, slender neck was stretched into a beautiful arc under the light.

The room grew even quieter, everyone holding their breath.

The next moment, Yin Luo leaned close to the person opposite him, her face bright and beautiful.

"Do you like me?"

*

Finally, someone broke the silence by asking, "Want to play a game?"

Everyone started chatting again, and the playful banter resumed.

[Host, your bullying value has increased.]

Yin Luo swallowed another sip of fruit wine after hearing this.

Li Feiran next to her asked, "Want to play a game?"

She'd play even for the bullying value. Yin Luo nodded.

Li Feiran led her over, this time deliberately choosing a seat next to Yin Luo. He glanced at Jiang Min again.

Jiang Min was the boy who had spoken to Yin Luo earlier; he was now casually swirling his wine bottle, his eyes fixed on Yin Luo.

Annoying.

Li Feiran was quite annoyed. He wanted to take Yinluo back but was afraid of upsetting him, so he had no choice but to play games with her.

The games they played weren't very original; most were things like "Number Trap," "Train," and "Truth or Dare." Li Feiran often lost at "Number Trap," and "Train" required physical contact, which he didn't want anyone to touch Yinluo.

"How about we play Truth or Dare?"

Li Feiran had some say among them, and everyone agreed.

They sat together, and someone placed an empty bottle on the coffee table. Whoever got a bottle had to answer a "truth" or "dare" question posed by the others.

After several rounds, almost everyone had been punished, with some boys even sitting on laps staring at each other.

Luckily, Yin Luo hadn't been turned yet, but unfortunately, he couldn't find an opportunity to vent his anger on the group.

Time passed slowly.

Yin Luo was getting anxious; at this rate,

the allergy medication would lose its effect.

He wanted to go back before then.

But before he could come up with a plan, he felt a heat belatedly rising from his face, spreading to his ears and neck. He felt

a little dizzy.

Yin Luo thought he might be drunk.

Just as he put down his glass, the mouth of the empty bottle stopped in front of him.

"Finally, it's your turn!"

"Yeah, Yin Luo is the only one who hasn't been punished yet."

"It has to be a dare, otherwise you won't have another chance!"

Yin Luo said slowly, "Then let's do a dare."

He could then cheat, pretending he couldn't handle the situation and turn against the group.

When everyone saw Yin Luo choose Truth or Dare, they all started chattering, with one even saying, "How about we let Yin Luo pick someone from among us to sit on our laps and give them a ten-second French kiss?"

Li Feiran, upon hearing this, kicked him, "Aren't you disgusting?"

The other person laughed awkwardly, "What's wrong with joking? Isn't that how everyone jokes?"

Li Feiran showed no sign of laughing, and the suggestion was quickly dismissed.

Yin Luo was waiting for them to come up with an outrageous punishment when someone knocked on the door. After receiving permission, the waiter opened the door, "Excuse me, Mr. Yin Luo, someone is looking for you."

Yin Luo turned around.

Behind the waiter was a tall figure; the room's light illuminated his face, revealing his clear, handsome features.

Everyone fell silent at first, then suddenly, Jiang Min spoke up, "Isn't this that guy from the Duan family? Why aren't you filming? What brings you here?"

"What's wrong? Regretting it? Came looking for this young master?"

Jiang Min's tone sounded light and friendly, but a closer listen revealed a strong sarcasm. Most people would have already lost their temper, especially someone with the status of an illegitimate child.

However, Duan Muze wasn't angry; his gaze remained fixed on Yin Luo.

Yin Luo, unaware of how attractive she appeared to the man, stared blankly at him with her light-colored, misty eyes.

He was still relatively sober and naturally recognized Duan Muze.

He was simply surprised that Duan Muze was here.

He sent him the location of the bar but didn't provide the private room number.

In the original story, Duan Muze hadn't been here.

"What do you want with him?" Li Feiran, seeing Duan Muze's eagerness for Yin Luo, stood up unhappily and questioned

, "Is he that familiar with you?"

Duan Muze glanced at Li Feiran: "He sent me the location."

Li Feiran was stunned.

He clearly hadn't expected that Yin Luo and Duan Muze already had each other's contact information.

If they had each other's contact information, then they must have done other things, more or less.

The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.

Since Yin Luo didn't deny it, anyone with a discerning eye would think—Duan Muze had already hooked up with this young master.

Li Feiran's face darkened considerably. Just as he was about to say something, Jiang Min chuckled softly, "Alright, since Yin Luo invited him, let him in."

Li Feiran wanted to ask, "Why let him in?" but he inadvertently caught Yin Luo's gaze.

From the moment Duan Muze appeared, Yin Luo had been watching him.

Li Feiran felt incredibly annoyed and ultimately said nothing, sitting down and gulping down a glass of wine.

Duan Muze entered the room.

It was a bit messy, but relatively clean, and didn't have any unpleasant smells.

Yin Luo's clothes were neatly worn.

The man's brow relaxed slightly.

There were still empty chairs in the room, and Duan Muze sat down next to Yin Luo—not very close, but perfectly blocking anyone who wanted to sit next to her.

With one more person, the atmosphere became a little awkward, but everyone's excitement increased. Jiang Min smiled flippantly, "We're playing a game, and it's Yin Luo's turn for Truth or Dare."

A few meters away, he addressed the pink-eared boy sitting on the sofa, "Pick one person here, and then—"

"Insult him!"

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