31. Go see the cat that can do a backflip

This is thrilling!

Chen Ze looked to his side and found Gong Bingyan staring straight at him with a mysterious, half-smiling expression.

"What, are you scared?"

Seeing he didn't reply, Gong Bingyan sat back down, feigning boredom with practiced naturalness.

"How could I possibly be scared? Come on."

Chen Ze was indeed stimulated, but he felt no shame in such things. He was more than willing to "slurp the seafood" for the sake of the thrill.

Seeing this, Gong Bingyan flashed a radiant smile. She leaned over, extended a finger, and said, "Three seconds is all it takes."

"Right here?"

Chen Ze asked, trying to downplay the situation. Gong Bingyan let out a soft giggle and wiggled her crystal-clear fingertip.

"It’s just sucking a finger. Are you shy?"

What part of a woman is both white and red? Is it a finger? For a fair-skinned girl, it is quite natural for her fingertips to have a pinkish, rosy hue. Furthermore, Gong Bingyan happened to be wearing pink nail polish today, making it look truly white and red.

Chen Ze blinked, looking at the beauty’s mischievous, sparkling eyes. He realized he had been too clever for his own good—outsmarted by his own logic, he had capsized in the gutter.

A man has to stand tall. Without further hesitation, Chen Ze leaned in and took the crystal-clear finger into his mouth.

Three seconds meant three seconds.

As Chen Ze let go, Gong Bingyan pulled her finger back, still savoring the moment, and placed it in her own mouth.

With a soft "pop" sound, the two exchanged a knowing smile. The game continued.

Gong Bingyan shook the dice with a bewitching grace. A moment later, she lifted the cover, saw that she had lost, and said decisively:

"I choose truth or dare, too."

"Then I’ll pick something thrilling."

Chen Ze set down his glass. Gong Bingyan had no objections; in fact, a glimmer of excitement danced in the depths of her eyes.

"The last penalty was for me; now it’s your turn to suck on my thick, long head. But this time, it’s for 10 seconds."

Revenge is best served immediately, not overnight.

Gong Bingyan giggled upon hearing this. She knew Chen Ze was referring to her thumb, the "head" of her five fingers. After all, a digit is still a head.

Perhaps it was the alcohol hitting her, or perhaps Gong Bingyan had finished testing him, but she feigned a misunderstanding and said coquettishly:

"Fine, but why don't we go to your place to look at some other types of lighters? By then, let’s not talk about just 10 seconds..."

Her fingertips grazed his white shirt, the sensation both cool and warm, passing between them.

Chen Ze looked at those beautiful, sparkling eyes, which seemed even more enchanting in the intoxication of the night—like the moon. Still, he caught the hand that was working its way up under his shirt. He held it firmly with a slight smile and said comfortably:

"Don't be in such a rush. Let’s play a little longer."

Gong Bingyan’s expression darkened slightly, a flash of annoyance crossing her brow as she shot him a resentful look. If a man could resist such temptation, he was either a master of self-control or playing for the other team—both were unfavorable for her.

"If we keep drinking, I won't be able to hold my liquor."

Her thoughts shifted in an instant. She gave a delicate, scoffing laugh and deliberately held her forehead as if dizzy.

Chen Ze pretended to hesitate, checked the time on his phone, then tucked it back into his pocket and negotiated:

"How about this? We both take a step back, and we double the intensity of our game."

"Double the intensity?"

Gong Bingyan was still young, and at times, she truly couldn't keep up with Chen Ze’s bizarre train of thought. She was genuinely bewildered. How exactly were they supposed to double it?

"You roll first. If you lose, I'll tell you."

In their duel, Gong Bingyan had been the initiator, though it was now clear she was becoming the passive one. It seemed luck was on Chen Ze’s side; the six dots she rolled added up to an even number.

Despite her claim of not being able to hold her liquor, Gong Bingyan wasn't dampened. After they clinked glasses, Chen Ze said:

"Let’s skip the Truth or Dare for now."

After setting the new rule, Chen Ze leaned directly into Gong Bingyan’s ear, inhaling her delicate fragrance, and whispered:

"Tell me your favorite position."

Gong Bingyan was stunned. She unconsciously lifted her hair, a smirk playing on her lips, and gave him a flirtatious wink.

"Foreign languages, I suppose. Everything else is too painful to learn."

"Naughty."

Before she could tease him further, Chen Ze pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear:

"You know what I’m talking about."

Gong Bingyan didn't back down. She rested her palm on Chen Ze’s flat abdomen, rubbing it gently, and replied with a playful smile:

"Actually, you could explore it yourself."

"I want you to tell me right now."

Seeing Chen Ze’s persistence, Gong Bingyan grabbed his shirt with a huff and pulled lightly, saying resentfully:

"Are you stupid? That kind of thing depends on the person. With you, I don’t think there’s ever a time it wouldn't be comfortable."

"Is that so? I don't know much, don't lie to me."

Hearing this, Gong Bingyan almost spat out a mouthful of blood and shot him a fierce glare. Brother, you don't know much? If you don't know much, I’ll eat dirt!

"Hehe, let’s continue."

They clinked glasses again, burying the hatchet. Gong Bingyan rolled the dice once more, and Chen Ze won again.

This time, Chen Ze continued to sneakily take liberties, calling it "thrilling."

"Take off your bra."

Chen Ze said in a low voice. Gong Bingyan froze, thinking she had misheard, and asked in a daze:

"What?"

"Bra, brassiere, whatever you want to call it. Do you understand now?"

Chen Ze remained calm, gesturing toward the "sacred vessels" capable of nursing many children.

Gong Bingyan understood. She hesitated, leaned in, and frowned:

"Here?"

"That’s right, double the thrill."

Chen Ze remained unfazed. Seeing the usually bold and seductive Gong Bingyan hesitate, he added:

"And you lost. If you had won, I would have done the same. It’s all for the thrill."

"Of course..."

He paused as if to add something more, but Gong Bingyan’s body trembled slightly, and she made a "friendly" gesture at him. She wasn't angry; instead, the excitement in her eyes deepened as she reached behind her back.

A moment later, Gong Bingyan placed her pure white, seamless bra between them. Her D-cup silhouette remained firm.

"Continue."

Gong Bingyan was determined now, entering the zone quickly, and picked up the dice cup to shake again.

Chen Ze looked around. Their booth was located in the second ring, right across from the "Boss" booths for the wealthy. Because of the crowd, they were surrounded by people, with many idlers wandering behind them. Even though the venue was dim, Chen Ze had already noticed many eyes glancing their way from time to time.

Fortunately, it was nearly midnight, approaching the time when the chaos of the night truly began. Life has no audience; even if there is one, you just pretend there isn't.

The fact that Gong Bingyan was willing to take it off on the spot played right into Chen Ze’s hands—it meant the system task wouldn't be hard to complete.

However, life likes to toy with me.

"Take off your shirt!"

Gong Bingyan had won. She clapped her hands happily, commanding him with the arrogance ingrained in her bones.

Chen Ze gave a bitter smile, clinked glasses with her, and didn't hesitate to pull his shirt off.

He was 185cm tall in shoes and weighed 120 jin (60kg). He was quite thin, and while he hadn't specifically trained for muscles, there was still some definition to his frame.

Gong Bingyan feigned a hungry look, wiping her mouth as if drooling, and grabbed the dice cup impatiently.

"21 points! You lose!"

Luck had favored her again. This time, the beauty reached out impatiently, but her tone was icy:

"Take off your underwear."

Pushing your luck, are we?

Chen Ze barely hesitated. He leaned down, shook off the playful Gong Bingyan, picked up two glasses, and said:

"Drink up."

"Alright."

Gong Bingyan complied, finishing her drink. But Chen Ze was done playing. He wrapped an arm around her waist and said:

"You're drunk. I’m taking you home."

"Are you trying to welch on the deal??"

Gong Bingyan was dissatisfied, but Chen Ze stared into her eyes and leaned in to whisper:

"Once we get there, I’ll satisfy you to death."

Chen Ze acted with complete dominance. Just as Gong Bingyan was about to protest, he threw his shirt at her.

Ever since the task had popped up, Chen Ze had warned Guo Jinglin not to look for him, promising to explain later. He couldn't let Gong Bingyan know his true identity yet. Glancing at Guo Jinglin, who was having the time of his life, he walked out of the bar first, only putting his shirt back on once they were in the hallway.

He ordered a luxury ride-hailing car. Gong Bingyan, bra-less but still firm and round, let the summer breeze blow through her hair.

"Going to your place to look at lighters?"

"Looking at a cat that can do backflips."

The Mercedes E300 stopped at a place they had just passed, but it wasn't his home, nor was it a hotel. It was...

Chen Ze walked into a pink-themed shop. Looking at the dazzling array of goods, he asked the woman beside him:

"What do you like to use?"

"Ah... you choose."

Even as shameless as Gong Bingyan could be, she was stunned by Chen Ze’s question. Fortunately, the alcohol had dulled her senses. In the end, Chen Ze scanned the code to pay. He suddenly realized the profit margins on adult products were quite good—there was real potential in e-commerce.

After stepping out, Gong Bingyan looked at the pile of feminine products and felt a sense of "social death" for the first time. She didn't even want to hold them together. But she couldn't stop Chen Ze from saying...