She smiled gently. “You flatter me. Are you guys playing a game?”
“Mm. Truth or Dare.”
“That’s why we asked Young Master Keith to bring you over. We wanted to play the game together.”
Um…
The time Xavia was forced to play Truth or Dare with Zivon as Jenna flashed through her mind, and her small face flushed red.
She absolutely would not play such a childish game again!
“Guys, this kind of game is too childish, right? Why don’t we switch to another game? Generally speaking, truth or dare is quite ambiguous because nobody can refute the person's claims.”
Xavia’s objection made them curious.
“I wonder what interesting game you have in mind then, Miss Xavia.”
“We would be happy to play with you.”
Xavia chuckled. “I don't know any interesting games but I can see that all of you are quite knowledgeable, so why don’t we play idiom solitaire instead? Whoever fails to continue with the game will have to drink, and anyone who does not want to drink can choose to get punished instead.”
She was still playing idiom solitaire in the fashionable and trendy 21st century? Not bad. She was interesting indeed.
“Okay.”
Everyone quickly started playing, starting from left to right.
“One word is worth a thousand in gold.”
“Blue-blooded nobility.”
“Professing love for something one actually fears.”
“Old but still full of vitality.”
“Full of vitality, relaxed and refreshed.”
“Pleasing…” Xavia started but was suddenly at a loss for words.
Xavia frowned. There were actually so many? Why couldn’t she think of any just now?
But to be honest, Keith’s group of friends were really very polite and friendly. If it were anyone else, they would have already tried to make things difficult for her.
So, Xavia smiled brightly as she said, “Thank you. You all are really very kind, but I cannot break the rules of the game. Let me take a sip of wine as a punishment then.”
After saying that, Xavia did not hesitate as she picked up the glass of wine on the table and took a small sip of it.
The atmosphere around them was very lively and harmonious.
Not too far away.
Zayne watched them in amusement and said, “Xavia is actually quite popular, isn’t she? She can get along with just about anyone. I can tell that they like her a lot.”
No one responded to Zayne’s words.
The reason was because Zivon, who was standing next to him, was staring at Xavia, his eyes as cold as frost.
The aura around him was heavy and depressing.
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