Chapter 491: Dare

Chapter 491: Chapter 491: Dare

She had no choice but to extend her grasping paws into the pants pocket of the person next to her. After some fumbling, she successfully pulled out a pack of tissues.

She was satisfied with her prize, but Frost Shaw was left rather uncomfortable from her rummaging. He couldn’t even focus on the movie anymore.

Fortunately, the plot was engaging. He pushed aside the distracting thoughts in his head and focused on the screen.

But who would have thought that Lily Hart would then stuff the used tissue, wet with tears and snot, back into his pocket? Good grief, it was another round of frantic fumbling.

Frost Shaw just spread his hands wide, completely at her mercy, with absolutely no desire to resist.

By the end of the movie, Lily Hart had cried her heart out, and it felt wonderfully cathartic.

However, the movie’s aftereffects were a bit severe. She remained in her seat for a long time, lost in a daze.

The other audience members left one by one, but she just sat there until the next movie started to play.

Only then did Lily Hart slowly rise and head for the exit, with Frost Shaw following closely behind.

’Her eyes and nose are all red from crying.’ Frost Shaw was genuinely worried.

The group left the movie theater, and Lily Hart, knowing her way around, led them to the spa area.

She had her own exclusive hot spring pool here, which Owen Warren had reserved just for her.

’He couldn’t let anyone else use a pool Lily had been in. So unhygienic, hmph.’

Since she came to the hot springs often, Lily Hart had bought several swimsuits from the mall.

She went to the women’s changing room, while the others went to the men’s.

This time, she wore a skirt-style swimsuit. It was form-fitting, perfectly covering the essential areas while beautifully accentuating her figure.

Her well-defined chest, slender waist, and a pair of long, fair legs were all on full display.

When she walked out of the changing room, the men waiting obediently outside couldn’t help but stare, their eyes glued to her.

Seth shyly averted his gaze, but her image was already seared into his mind, impossible to erase.

He touched his nose, feeling a little flustered. ’It’s the first time I’ve seen Lily Hart dressed so... revealingly.’

’But she looks so good. With a face and figure like that, she’d look great in anything.’

Aside from Owen Warren, it was also the first time the others had seen Lily Hart in a swimsuit.

They were all stunned for a good while.

Owen Warren coughed heavily. ’Look, look, what are you looking at? I wish I could blindfold this whole crowd!’

Lily Hart ignored their gazes, whether they were brazen, restrained, or shy.

The men had also changed. They were all wearing swim trunks or board shorts, their upper bodies bare.

Lily Hart’s eyes swept over them one by one. ’They’ve all trained quite well. Each has his own unique charm.’

’But without exception, they’re all easy on the eyes.’

Lily Hart chuckled softly and walked to the hot spring pool. She dipped a foot in first to test the temperature.

The optimal temperature for a hot spring is generally between 40 and 50 degrees Celsius. It was a little hot, but bearable.

Lily Hart submerged her entire body, leaving only her head above the water, and let out a long sigh.

’Ah, so comfortable~’

Frost Shaw and the others followed her in, gradually filling up the large hot spring pool.

They all stuck to the edges of the pool, their eyes meeting easily. It was the first time they had all "laid it all bare" for each other.

There was a strange, slight awkwardness in the air. Whenever their eyes met, they couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Normally, they only saw each other fully clothed, but right now...

It was a little too intimate.

An idea suddenly struck Lily Hart. "Why don’t we play Truth or Dare?"

Roman Rowe spoke before he could think. "Huh? Right now? In here? How are we supposed to play?"

’Soaking in the hot spring makes your head a bit dizzy, it’s like being drunk.’

’How are we supposed to play Truth or Dare?’

Lily Hart lightly slapped the surface of the water, splashing droplets onto Roman Rowe’s face and hair.

He immediately expressed his approval. "Let’s play, let’s play! We’ll play right now!"

The others saw the consequences and had to agree, whether they wanted to or not.

Stan Sterling asked, "How do we play?"

Lily Hart summoned her Light Brain and placed it in the middle of the group. The screen displayed a large spinning wheel.

It was divided into countless tiny triangular sections, too many to count.

Lily Hart explained the rules, "Rock, paper, scissors. The loser spins the wheel and has to do whatever it lands on."

The rules were simple enough that everyone understood immediately. "Alright, let’s do it!" they all said.

Seth lost the first round. He cautiously tapped the "spin" button on the screen.

The wheel began to spin at a dizzying speed, accompanied by a WHIRRING sound effect, and the suspense had everyone on edge.

Soon, the wheel slowed to a stop, and a line of text appeared above it.

[Choose a male, and while lightly pounding on his chest, say: "You’re so annoying~" (in a cute, whiny tone)]

As soon as the dare appeared, everyone couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

But they immediately stifled their laughter, afraid that Seth would choose them.

Seth looked around the circle. After a moment of internal struggle, he chose Stan Sterling.

You could feel the collective sigh of relief from the other men when he said Stan Sterling’s name.

Once they knew they weren’t involved in the spectacle, they could watch the show unscrupulously, without any psychological burden.

They started to heckle him. "Alright, get on with it! Start, start!"

After all, Seth was most familiar with Stan Sterling, and he was sitting right next to him, so he didn’t have to move.

He had a naturally shy personality, and now he had to do something like this in front of so many people...

He turned beet-red. Instantly.

Still, he extended a hand, balled it into a fist, and lightly tapped it against Stan Sterling’s chest.

The fist made contact, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say those three words.

Everyone urged him on. "Come on, say it! There’s still the line! Jeez, man up, stop dawdling."

Seth couldn’t help but glare at them. ’These guys! As long as it’s not their turn, they’re all talk!’

He tapped Stan Sterling’s chest again and said in an extremely soft voice, "You’re so annoying~"

Owen Warren was the loudest of the hecklers. "Couldn’t hear you! Did he even say it? You can’t cheat at the game like that!"

Stan Sterling was covered in goosebumps, terrified that Seth would have to say it again.

He quickly interjected, "I heard him! I heard him! It’s just that you guys are too loud!"

And so, the moment passed. Lily Hart shouted, "Quick, quick, let’s continue! Rock, paper, scissors!"

Roman Rowe lost the second round. After a bombshell of a dare like the first one, he was a little scared.

The wheel slowly came to a stop.

[Confess your love to a member of the opposite sex present for three minutes.]

When this dare appeared, everyone except Roman Rowe turned to look at Lily Hart.

After all, she was the only member of the opposite sex present. Lily Hart didn’t mind, though; she would accept it with an open mind.

The other men had complicated feelings. They didn’t heckle or rush him this time.

Roman Rowe, however, was thinking, ’Three minutes? That’s so short. But what should I say?’

So he shifted his position, moving closer to Lily Hart, and met her curious gaze.

He began to speak: "I really like you, I really like you, I really like you, I really like you, I like you the most, I like you the most..."

Three minutes passed, and Lily Hart felt like her ears were going to fall off from listening.

The core theme was "I like you." Lily Hart heard it. Her left ear heard it, and her right ear heard it.

The second the countdown ended, Frost Shaw clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Alright, alright, time’s up. Shut it," Frost Shaw said with disgust.

Roman Rowe grunted twice. ’Those were my true feelings! My vocabulary might be lacking, but my sincerity is real.’