The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 330

Chapter 330: So she’s a female lead too?
“Is this really considered a dare?!” Sam reacted first, expressing his dislike for such meaningless dares.

Angel and Sophie also frowned, but their concerns were different.

Angel, of course, didn’t want to see Sam getting too close to any other woman, not even his sister, for even five seconds, let alone ten.

Sophie, on the other hand, was conflicted. What if Sam happened to choose her? How awkward would that be for her? Yet, the thought of someone else being chosen also felt uncomfortable.

“Why not?” Isabella continued, looking at Sam with a smile. “It’s just in this room, and it’s not too extreme. It’s not like we’re taking off clothes or having sex right here. It’s pretty mild, right?”

Sam, frustrated, replied, “It still needs to respect other people’s wishes, doesn’t it? I’m the one with the lowest number, but it’s not just about me. What if they’re not comfortable?”

“I have no objections,” Angel suddenly said, surprising Sam. He turned to look at her, finding her eyes narrowed slightly.

“With your skills, you should be able to figure out where I am, right, Sam?”

“But if I’m blindfolded… and if something goes wrong…”

Angel smiled. “What could go wrong? I don’t know. But are you trying to get out of this by drinking? It seems you really aren’t confident.”

Sam knew one thing: Angel’s words had just saved Isabella a lot of effort.

Isabella smiled and asked, “Is anyone else unwilling to participate? It’s okay to speak up now, it might save Sam some trouble.”

Ava hesitated, looking around before blushing and lowering her head. “I… I don’t mind, he’s my brother after all…”

Isabella candidly stated, “I don’t mind either. After all, Sam is a handsome guy; I’m not at a loss.”

Finally, all eyes turned to the only girl left, Sophie, who clenched her fists but didn’t keep everyone waiting too long. “I don’t mind either, I’m dressed warmly today anyway.”

It seemed this bizarre dare was about to begin under an inexplicable atmosphere. Sam wasn’t even sure who had pushed for all this. Was it his own choice, or was it Isabella’s deliberate doing?

But why would she offer this option?

“Alright, any more objections?” Sam sighed. “Let’s do it, but if I hug the wrong person, don’t blame me. I’m warning you in advance.”

Actually, Sam had a plan. Although he was supposed to close his eyes, it didn’t matter; he could still use his X-ray vision, something he had tested before. After all, his vision could penetrate some barriers, including eyelids.

Cheating in such a situation wasn’t really commendable, but it was for the sake of overall harmony.

It was a necessary evil.

As Sam prepared to close his eyes and face the several girls who had stood up, Isabella suddenly said, “Wait, Sam, turn around, you don’t need to close your eyes, just don’t turn your head.”

Sam paused, “Why? It’s just a game, isn’t it necessary?”

Could it be that she thought he might peek? Isabella smiled, “I’m just avoiding any potential issues. What if you suddenly feel itchy and open your eyes? Who would know? And everyone’s had quite a bit to drink; what if they don’t notice? This is the best and most reasonable way… Are you planning to cheat by turning around?”

“Of course not… I… never mind.”

Sam couldn’t argue further without seeming even more suspicious, betraying more of his secrets.

He was now seriously wondering how Isabella had come up with this modification so suddenly. Was it really just a coincidence? Or was her mind too comprehensive? Or, what Sam least hoped, did she also possess some magical, as yet undetected superpower?

If she really had a superpower, was she another female lead?

Sam turned around as instructed, soon hearing the soft chatter and shuffled footsteps of people changing places. He looked around; there were no reflective surfaces in the private room, no windows, and certainly no mirrors. Taking out his phone would be too obvious, and his X-ray vision couldn’t rotate 360 degrees…

He had to rely on the sounds… the footsteps, light and heavy, indicating different personalities… maybe the subtle sounds they made…

Damn it!

He had to rely on intuition now.

“Are you ready?” Sam found that the others were moving too frequently. Despite his enhanced senses, he wasn’t a supercomputer or Sherlock Holmes; he couldn’t analyze who was where based on these limited details.

“Let’s start!”

Isabella’s voice came from behind.

Sam thought for a moment. Her voice was close… probably three or four. Based on personality, Ava would probably hope to be hugged by him… likely also in three or four.

Sophie would probably be the furthest at one, fitting her contrary and stubborn nature. As for Angel, it was hard to say, possibly two or one.

Because she always had confidence in her unique abilities, she preferred to orchestrate from the furthest position… so he had to choose between one and two… which number would lead to Angel, the optimal solution?

Sam bit his lip and left it to intuition.

“I choose one!”

When the young man spoke, the air seemed to freeze.

Sam didn’t turn around immediately but heard Isabella chuckle.

“Alright, Sam, turn around and see who you have to hug.”

Hesitantly, Sam turned.

The closest… was indeed Isabella, then his sister Ava at three.

Second… was Angel, arms crossed, smiling at him.

And at one, Sophie, her eyes wide and cheeks already flushed.

It was over.

Sam’s vision nearly blacked out.

What kind of intuition was that?

Isabella laughed, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to hug? I’ll count to ten.”

“I…”

Sam looked at Angel.

But Angel didn’t respond immediately; she walked to the table, sat down, and casually poured herself a beer, then looked at Sam.

“Hurry up, next round.”

What did that mean… Her expressionless face gave nothing away.

Was she really just seeing this as a game, so she planned to let Sam off this time… or was she planning something bigger?

But under Isabella’s urging, Sam had no choice but to walk towards Sophie.

Looking at the girl.

Looking at the girl with her head down and cheeks flushed, he said helplessly, “Sorry, I need you to cooperate with me for ten seconds.”

“…I know.”

Sophie turned her head away, even closing her eyes.

Sam knew he couldn’t look at anyone else’s expression anymore; the most important thing was to get this over with as if nothing was wrong.

So he hugged her.

It wasn’t a tight embrace, but their clothes… definitely touched.

He could deeply smell the fresh scent of this girl mixed with alcohol.

Sam… could almost hear the pounding of his heart.

It was a strange sensation, like naturally compatible elements coming together, naturally producing a wonderful reaction.

It was like a fateful touch.

Compared to Sam’s momentarily frozen feeling, Sophie was even more dizzy.

Was it the alcohol?

Feeling his warm embrace again… why did it feel different this time?

Suddenly, the whole scene fell eerily silent.

Angel downed half a glass of beer.

“How long are you going to hug? Do you want to take Sophie to bed or what?”

Sam immediately snapped out of it, letting go and turning back to Isabella.

“Weren’t you supposed to count the time?!”

She hadn’t counted at all!

A momentary embrace made both of them forget this detail, couldn’t be because they were drunk, right? Impossible, Sam’s tolerance was very strong!

Isabella looked innocently at the two.

“It’s just that the scene of you two hugging was too aesthetically pleasing, I forgot for a moment~ Ah well, don’t rush, next round~~”

Sam turned and glanced back at Sophie.

The girl was looking down, not sure what she was thinking, only knowing that her cheeks were flushed… why did she look so cute? It was just a hug… it’s not like they hadn’t hugged before.

What a fool.

But Sam wasn’t much smarter himself.

The second round started with Angel carrying full momentum, her gaze fixed on Sam, but it seemed luck wasn’t on her side.

She rolled a four.

The highest number was Sophie’s five, the lowest was Ava’s two.

Sophie didn’t dislike Ava, even liked the cute young girl.

So she thought for a moment, ready to ask a simple truth question, not wanting to torment her.

But Isabella interjected at that moment.

“Sophie, don’t ask a question that kills the mood, okay?”

Sophie, annoyed, said, “I’m asking the questions, not you… okay, then. Ava, do you have a crush on any boy?”

She intended to ask a timeless but unfashionable gossip question.

But to her surprise, Ava immediately blushed deeply and looked down, whispering almost inaudibly.

“Um… yes.”

This response immediately piqued Sophie’s curiosity.

“Who is it?”

Sam had to admire his sister for learning to manage her gaze; under Sophie’s questioning, she didn’t instinctively look at Sam.

But Sam couldn’t let Sophie continue questioning, so he quickly interjected, “Isn’t that a second question?”

Isabella, with a mischievous smile, said, “Sam seems quite eager.”

Sam, unembarrassed, retorted, “Of course, I have to protect my sister, don’t I? Next round, next round, senior, just don’t end up in my hands.”

Isabella, playing the victim, said, “Then I can only let Sam do as he pleases, right?”

“Can we hurry up?”

Angel also urged, apparently finding the proceedings dull without any exciting scenes.

The next few rounds were unremarkable, without any dramatic truth or dare combinations.

But some truths occasionally made cheeks flush.

For example, Sophie chose truth when facing Angel.

Angel came right out with it: “Have you ever fantasized about Sam’s body and then masturbated?”

Sophie’s eyes widened in shock: “Go to hell!! You masturbate!”

Angel just smiled, “I don’t need to masturbate because he’s my boyfriend. I can have sex with him anytime.”

The show might have been on, but Sam could only look to the heavens.

And Ava, amidst complex emotions, also experienced the game.

Her opponent was her brother.

So she immediately asked, “Name three things you hate about Angel!”

Sam didn’t hesitate to answer: “She’s too beautiful, which makes too many people like her. She’s too rich, which makes anyone who’s with her feel pressured. She’s too smart, which means no lie can get past her.”

Ava, hoping to slander Angel, found her plan backfiring.

She looked incredibly aggrieved, almost ready to ‘cry’: “How can you do this?! You’re cheating, damn brother!!”

Sam spread his hands, what could he do? This was just the self-cultivation of a womanizer.

As the evening drew to a close, they had eaten almost enough, and drunk just as much.

It looked like there wouldn’t be any more changes.

But the last round, agreed upon in advance, saw Angel rolling the highest number, and the lowest was a relatively awkward participant.

Isabella.

Not Sophie, not Ava, not Sam.

But Isabella, who seemed to get along well with everyone.

So Sam thought this wasn’t a dangerous scene, unlikely to stir up any trouble.

Angel looked at Isabella.

“Senior, what do you choose?”

Isabella smiled lightly, “I’m fine with anything… but since it’s this late, let’s not waste everyone’s time. Truth then, I promise to tell the truth, ask me anything.”

Angel nodded.

Sam, just casually looking over, caught a detail that made him uneasy.

Because in the moment Angel lowered her head and then looked up, Isabella’s expression suddenly changed.

She had been calm but suddenly looked startled.

But Sam didn’t feel anything, and just as he wondered about all this, Angel raised her head and asked her question.

“Isabella, do you have a special power similar to mine?”

“…”

Sam’s eyes widened.

He couldn’t believe it as he looked at Angel, who smiled confidently, aware of what he was also suspecting.

Sophie also heard the question, and her phone activity stopped.

Only Ava, who seemed a bit drunk, leaned against Sam, her eyes blurry.

“What… what superpower? What are you talking about? I’m so sleepy… aren’t we going home yet?”

The others’ gazes were now fixed on the girl who had always seemed to handle any situation with ease, as if she had a thousand faces.

Her expression of surprise slowly faded.

Then turned into a wry smile.

Under everyone’s complex gazes, she finally spoke.

“Yes.”

“How could it be…”

Sophie covered her mouth in disbelief.

Angel’s expression was unsurprised, her eyes and smile relaxed.

Sam thought of something he had once firmly believed, a persuasive law, and he involuntarily rubbed his temples.

So she’s a female lead too?