The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Truth or Dare
Sam really didn’t want to see a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls, some not even eighteen, getting so drunk they couldn’t stand.

It was a terrible sight.

Not to mention, once Isabella got into a good mood after drinking, and with the table now laden with barbecues and snacks, this lively girl’s eyes flickered with mischief, ready to stir up trouble.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit boring to just drink like this?” Sophie, seemingly dizzy, rubbed her head.

“What are you planning now?” Sam had just managed to stop his sister from continuing a nonsensical drinking contest with his girlfriend, and now he looked helplessly at Isabella. His expression clearly said he was overwhelmed; his mood was colder than the winter outside, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Isabella blinked at Sam, her cheeks flushed, looking innocent yet alluring. “Sam, you’re looking at me like that, you must want to join in, right? Don’t worry, there’s a spot for you.”

“Where did you see that from???” Sam protested.

“Your eyes!”

“Didn’t you see a bit of difficulty in my eyes?”

“Nope!”

Sam was on the verge of cursing. Clearly, she was doing this on purpose! With her sharpness, there was no way she couldn’t guess his feelings; this was clearly stirring up trouble!

At that moment, Angel leaned in. “What exactly are you trying to do? We’ve drunk so much already, what kind of game could possibly be fun now?”

Though Angel didn’t seem drunk, Sam sensed she might be somewhat interested, as her attitude wasn’t as rigid.

Sam had a bad feeling about this.

Isabella, with her legs elegantly crossed at the table, then turned to the rest of the group and said, “There’s a game that’s only suitable after you’ve had a few drinks because it’s easier to let loose.”

Sophie narrowed her eyes, somewhat disdainfully, “Let loose… what kind of excessive game do you want to play?”

Isabella announced with a smile, “Truth or Dare!”

Sam was stunned, immediately blurting out, “Seriously, people still play that game in this day and age?”

Isabella responded as if it were obvious, “Of course, it’s a timeless game! Don’t you see they want to play?”

Sam felt uneasy as he turned around. Angel was pondering. Sophie was skeptical.

And his sister Ava’s eyes were practically shining with excitement. “I’ve always wanted to play this!!”

“Great, we have a supporter. What about you two?”

Angel frowned, “I don’t want to do any bizarre dares. It feels like a burden, and I won’t do things I don’t want to do. You’ll just say I can’t take the game.”

Clearly, she had drunk quite a bit, but Angel’s considerations were still comprehensive.

Sophie also nodded, “I don’t like dares either…”

Just when Sam thought this unsettling proposal would die a quiet death, Isabella said with a smile, “How about this! We’ll use dice. Everyone rolls, and the person with the highest number gets to command the one with the lowest to choose truth or dare. But the dares are limited to this room, nothing too extreme, and no recording. If you find a question too hard or a dare impossible, you just drink half a glass. How about that? Shouldn’t be any worries then, right?”

Sam looked at Isabella. He didn’t think this well-thought-out, tailor-made game of Truth or Dare was something she came up with on the spot; it seemed premeditated.

And the look Isabella gave him even seemed a bit proud. She mustn’t think he was complimenting her, right? This game wasn’t about pushing him into the fire, was it?

Sam was about to object, but Angel said, “I think we could give it a try… Hey Sophie, you’re not scared, are you?”

Sophie’s eyes widened, “What a joke, why would I be scared? I’m worried some people can’t handle it.”

Angel scoffed, “Don’t worry, as long as it’s within limits, I can handle it. Just don’t cry when it’s too much for you.”

“If I struggle even a little, I’ll consider it a loss. Let’s start!”

The game was declared to start before Sam could even raise his hand in protest. All he could do was sigh, “Isn’t… can’t you play, and I’ll just be the referee?”

Angel immediately dismissed the idea, “What do we need a referee for in this game? Everyone here is a referee. You’re not trying to get out of it because you’re scared, are you?”

Sophie also scoffed at Sam’s attempt to back out, “Sometimes I really wonder if you’re even a guy, always backing down.”

Ava also grabbed Sam’s arm, “Why don’t you want to play, brother? It sounds fun!”

Sam was at a loss for words.

Good grief. Did they really think he was avoiding the game just for himself? Wasn’t he just trying to spare them embarrassment?

Since they insisted on playing, fine.

Sam decided not to dodge any longer because now he understood why Isabella had suggested this game at this moment. Besides the fact that the game was easier to play after a few drinks, it was hard for these girls to refuse in such a state.

She had perfectly gauged everyone’s psyche. As for Sam? She didn’t need to consider him; as the only male and a close connection to everyone here, he was bound to be the target. Without him, the game would lose its flavor, so they would definitely drag him into it.

So, Sam looked at everyone, “Alright, alright, just don’t come crying to me later, begging me to go easy on you. Let’s all go down together!”

Angel scoffed, “Excuse me, waiter, bring the dice!”

Her demeanor said it all.

Sophie sat up straight, ready for battle, “Don’t worry, there’s nothing I can’t handle!”

You haven’t met a game you can’t handle?

It’s just because the rules are set; otherwise, making you dance in the lobby would be enough to make you cry all night.

Sam’s sister was even more excited, “I can’t wait!”

Sam no longer thought there was a normal person in the room, except for himself.

The gentle-looking but always scheming senior.

The seemingly out-of-touch but actually quite stubborn Sophie.

Of course, his rich girlfriend who dreams of stripping all his secrets yet can’t handle the truth.

Oh, and a sister who’s both naive and loves to play, unaware of the depths of society.

Except for Sam, where was there a normal person?!

Soon, the dice were brought by the waiter, exactly five.

Then everyone took out the extra dice.

Isabella excitedly picked up the dice, “Ready? No cheating, we open the cup, and what it shows is what it is!”

“Let’s go!”

Sam didn’t need his useless X-ray vision; so far, it hadn’t been of any use. Sometimes he really hated being a morally upright person; otherwise, he would have seen all the girls’ panties by now.

“Start!”

A complex sound of numerous dice shaking followed.

Then one by one, they landed on the table.

Starting with Isabella.

She opened it up to reveal… six!

“Looks like I’m lucky~ I’ll start thinking of questions now~”

The pressure from Isabella was a bit intense, causing Sophie to tense up as she opened her cup.

It was… “Three? That low!”

Sophie immediately looked deflated.

Ava burst out laughing, enjoying the game as long as she wasn’t the one suffering.

Then she opened her cup, “Two?! Oh my god!!”

The girl froze in place as if petrified.

Sophie breathed a sigh of relief, “Looks like I’m not the unluckiest one. Angel, your turn!”

Angel huffed, “Do I even need to roll the dice? It’s going to be one…”

“Five? Boring! Sam, your turn!”

Sophie rolled her eyes to the sky.

What kind of luck was that? Was this the luck of a god? Well, in Sophie’s mind, Angel was always defined as a girl who was just born a bit luckier, a bad woman with a terrible personality.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh, “Not really, you don’t think I’m going to be unluckier than you two, right? No way, no way, let me open it…”

The moment he opened it, a bright red dot appeared in Sam’s and everyone else’s view.

Sam regretted not using his X-ray vision; if he had, he could have manipulated the dice beforehand!

“No way, who touched my dice!!”

Sam tried to salvage some dignity with his acting.

But the others were already rolling on the floor laughing.

“Ha ha ha ha… so silly.”

“This is… this is Sam’s luck? Too funny.”

“Sam, are you doing a live broadcast? Too bad, why am I not six?”

Sam sighed.

Looking at Isabella, who had the highest number, he asked, “Alright, senior, what do you want me to do?”

Isabella wiped away the tears from laughing, then said, “That depends on what you choose, truth or dare, Sam?”

Sam thought briefly, then gave his answer, “Dare.”

Choosing truth with Isabella might lead her to ask something explosive, but with a dare, she had to consider the feelings of others. She couldn’t be too extreme, nor could she use Sophie to get at Angel, or she knew the game would be over.

She was probably the most rational girl right now, so she would consider more.

This was Sam’s calculated!

Bring it on, Isabella.

I’m facing you now, let’s see what tricks you can pull!

But when Sam looked directly into her eyes, he saw Isabella’s smile as if she had anticipated this outcome.

Something felt off.

What was this… this dramatic twist straight out of a movie?

Then he heard Isabella say with a smile, looking straight at Sam, “Close your eyes, we’ll rearrange the seating starting from the door. Then you pick a number from one to four, and hug that person for ten seconds.”

…Are you kidding me?! Must it be played this way? Isabella!!