The game positions were already set.
Qiao Yinyin stood at the front.
The director handed her a playing card.
She clamped it between her wrists and passed it backward to Shen Sizhan.
Shen Sizhan also received it with his wrists—their skin never touched.
The rule was that only two people could use the same body part to pass the card.
Lin Mo bent her arm and caught the card in the crook of her elbow.
Xie Guanyan watched the girl’s milky-smooth arm and mirrored the movement.
His suit jacket had long been discarded, and the fine fabric of his shirt brushed against the soft skin of her arm.
Lin Mo felt goosebumps rise all over her body,
a tingling sensation shooting down to the soles of her feet, her toes curling involuntarily.
If they were playing this at home without clothes, the number of body parts they could use would be endless!
Sometimes, Lin Mo really wanted to kneel and beg herself to stop having such dirty thoughts.
But kneeling would only make it worse!
Behind Xie Guanyan stood Shen Yihan.
Shen Yihan thought for a moment, then tilted his head and caught the card between his cheek and shoulder.
Jiang Tang copied his method, leaning in to clamp the card.
The playing card was small.
In this position, Jiang Tang’s head accidentally bumped against Shen Yihan’s.
Shen Yihan’s heart lurched violently, his head jerking upright—the card fell to the floor.
Jiang Tang sighed in disappointment. "President Shen, you need to stay steady."
A staff member in black gave Shen Yihan a light smack with a foam hammer.
Shen Yihan twisted the Buddhist beads around his right wrist. "First time playing."
If the card dropped, the next person in line would take over.
Jiang Tang tilted her head to pass it to the next player—Huang Mao.
Huang Mao lay flat on his back. "Sister Jiang Tang, just drop it on my face."
Zhao Zixin thought this was a great idea and also used her face to receive it.
This required Zhao Zixin to lower herself slightly, while Huang Mao turned his face so the card could fall onto hers.
But the motion looked like Huang Mao was about to kiss Zhao Zixin.
Shen Ji'an’s expression darkened.
Damn Huang Mao—who taught him to pass it like that?!
Li Huanyu had long eyelashes—she caught the card from Zhao Zixin’s face using her lashes.
Behind her was Gu Jingchuan.
He smirked, then lifted his hips. "I work out regularly—my butt’s so firm I could balance a soda bottle on it. A playing card is nothing."
Li Huanyu: "…"
She bent down, eyes wide open, and let the card drop onto Gu Jingchuan’s flat butt.
Just as she straightened up, a wave of scorching gas blasted straight into her eyes.
The stench forced them shut again.
"Ugh! Gu Jingchuan, did you just fart?!"
Furious, Li Huanyu jabbed two fingers toward his backside.
Gu Jingchuan yelped and jumped up—the card fell.
The staff member smacked him with the hammer.
Gu Jingchuan denied it vehemently. "I didn’t fart. You’re slandering me."
Li Huanyu’s face turned green. "You totally did! My bangs literally floated!"
Gu Jingchuan: "…"
—"This is the kind of chaotic couple energy I live for!"
After a few more rounds, the remaining body parts became scarce.
When it was Gu Song’s turn, he hesitated.
Gu Jingchuan called out, "Dad, use your forehead wrinkles to catch it."
Gu Song: "…"
Eventually, the card reached a male model serving as a waiter.
Professional instincts kicked in—he caught the card from the jewel-draped socialite Zhang Meixia’s shoulder with his lips.
Zhang Meixia’s face flushed red.
No wonder men loved going out to play—this was fun!
The male model held the card between his teeth and passed it to Zhao Ziling.
Huo Tingshen saw this and nearly exploded. "Disgraceful! Don’t take it!"
If not for the live broadcast, Zhao Ziling would have rolled her eyes. Instead, she just muttered, "Prude."
She had no intention of using her mouth either.
Truthfully, she wasn’t interested in male models—she was too busy with dance rehearsals.
The only reason she’d considered organizing a male model party was to help Lin Mo gain votes.
She knew many socialites, like her past self, craved excitement to fill their emptiness.
So how should she pass it to Huo Tingshen?
Huo Tingshen was the last player.
No one stood behind him—everyone was too intimidated.
Zhao Ziling’s eyes sparkled mischievously. She turned to the male model. "Kneel down. Sorry in advance—I’ll tip you 10K."
The model obeyed.
Huo Tingshen frowned in confusion.
What was she planning?
The next second, the red-clad beauty slipped off one high heel, lifted the hem of her dress, and raised her foot—catching the card between her toes.
Huo Tingshen: "!!!"
He nearly staggered, vision darkening.
The male model stifled a laugh.
He’d seen it all—this was nothing.
The woman had impeccable control, and there was no disrespect.
Her foot even smelled nice, plus he was getting paid.
Back at the club, a wealthy client had once flicked cigarette ash onto his hemorrhoids.
Now that was twisted.
Zhao Ziling pivoted gracefully on one foot, her skirt flaring slightly, arms crossed as she stared at Huo Tingshen.
"Your turn."
She admitted it—she wanted to see him get smacked!
The entire room, along with millions of viewers, held their breath.
This was the scion of Beijing’s elite old-money dynasty—being handed something with a foot was borderline insulting.
Would Huo Tingshen flip the yacht?
The director broke into a cold sweat.
Dear heavens, please don’t let this tycoon wreck the show.
Lin Mo was also riveted, craning her neck like a giraffe.
Shen Sizhan leaned forward to watch.
The only one not looking was Xie Guanyan.
The tall, striking man’s gaze remained fixed on Lin Mo’s face, unwavering.
Lin Mo noticed and turned to him. "Why aren’t you watching the drama?"
Their eyes met.
Xie Guanyan barely registered her words—overwhelmed, he swiftly removed his glasses with one hand and pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips.
