Chapter 1: Truth or Dare

Primrose set the wine glass in her hand down on the table, the corners of her lips curling into a very faint curve. The twinkling lights of the bar shone on the side of her beautifully made-up face, combining with a seemingly empty smile on her lips, making Primrose's appearance even more charming. The bottle on the table stopped, barely stopping in front of her, making her classmate even more agitated.

"Okay, Primrose, it's finally your turn."

Primrose just casually stroked the wine glass neatly on the table, listening to the howls resounding around the noisy bar. She looked up at her best friend, Nancy, sitting beside her, her lips slowly releasing words.

"I choose Dare."

Nancy let out a gasp and moved forward to push Primrose's shoulder, her voice unable to hide her excitement.

"So, you want to try some stimulation before meeting your future fiancé?"

Referring to this phrase "future fiancé", Primrose felt even more disinterested. She had spent more than twenty years living a peaceful and happy life. Suddenly, in peace, an uninvited person appeared with the name "future fiancé". Needless to say, Primrose hated this bondage.

Never met, never fell in love. How can you get married in the future? Where did her parents get the confidence to make sure that she and he could live in harmony?

"Yeah, I wanted to let go of a kiss before meeting that damn stranger."

Primrose replied casually, as usual, following Nancy's words and absentmindedly answering. A few small laughs sounded again, but she didn't care too much; she just calmly raised her head and waited for her friends to choose a punishment for her.

"So, how about kissing the first man to enter the next bar?"

Ava, who was sitting on the opposite side, excitedly chimed in, making her proposal. This punishment was just as good as Primrose wanted. She nodded in agreement, then continued to drink while waiting for the next person to enter. Fortunately, Primrose did not have to wait too long; the person she needed finally appeared.

She looked at this person from above carefully. Her body shape and face were not bad—just right for her aesthetic gout.

The silver suit on the body at first glance knows that it is a custom-made item, and the price is not cheap. Combined with the gold-rimmed glasses on the face, it even more exalts the handsome appearance. Primrose licked her lips before Nancy's shoulder nudged her to slowly stand up and turn to her classmate with a seductive smile.

"The goal is here. I go first. If nothing changes, then I won't be back tonight."

A few people began to wish her success happily, and Primrose also nodded in satisfaction, waved her hand casually, and walked over to the other man. The red slit dress followed Primrose's every step to reveal her white legs, attracting attention from other men in the bar.

Joel was looking for his classmate in the chaos when he suddenly saw a girl in a lovely red dress walking in front of him. She looked at him with a chuckle, pretending to be absentmindedly exclaiming.

"Handsome guy, do you want a taste of the sweetness of love?"

For women to come to the door on their own, Joel will absolutely not refuse. Moreover, when the other party is also a beautiful hot girl, Joel becomes even more coordinated and curls his lips in response.

"What kind of love can be sweeter than your lips, sweetie?"

This flirtation obviously hinted at approval, making Primrose all the more daring, and she stroked the hem of his vest without hesitation, clearing her throat on purpose.

"So do you want to taste it?"

The initiative of the girl in front of him made Joel go from surprise to surprise. He ignored the fact that his friend was waiting for him at the back of his head, precisely hugged Primrose's shoulder, and leaned down to kiss her without movement. excess. The entwined lips and tongue made the surrounding air even hotter, and Primrose did not hesitate to respond to him, making the kiss even more passionate.

When the two lips parted, the silver thread remained at the corner of Primrose's lips, making her lips even more seductive. Joel helped her to her feet, his hands playfully brushing her lips and whispering.

"Just kissing isn't enough; do you want to do some more arousal?"

Primrose had never been a reserved or old-fashioned girl, and she nodded freely. After that, the two people pushed the boat and, together, side by side, left the crowded bar and went to a famous hotel in the city. The process of renting the room was completed very quickly. As soon as he entered the room, Joel couldn't wait to hug Primrose tightly, whispering in her ear in a low, seductive voice.

"I still don't know your name, sweetie."

Primrose naturally hugged Joel, inhaled the pleasant, faint scent of mint next to him, and hummed in reply.

"Primrose. Handsome guy, what's your name?"

Joel licked his lips and kissed Primrose lightly on the neck, making her laugh, but his hands were firmly on her waist, slowly adding

"I am Joel. Primrose, you are as beautiful as your name is."

Primrose had heard many similar compliments, but she was especially excited this time and smiled brightly. Joel looked up into her clear eyes, his kiss slowly falling to her soft lips. Primrose also caught his lips, neither of them willing to give in, only to stop when she felt the lack of oxygen in her chest.

"Your kissing technique is really good."

Primrose rested her head on Joel's shoulder, gasping for breath. He just smiled and then firmly carried her to the large bed, biting Primrose's sensitive earlobe jokingly.

"My other technique is also very good. Do you believe it?"

Joel's words did not hold back, making a brave girl like Primrose also embarrassed. She buried her head in Joel's neck and lightly punched him on the shoulder, her voice as soft as a kitten's.

"You'll have to try it to find out."

Joel also guessed that she would respond in the same way, so he did not hesitate to push her down on the large bed. After that, he also leaned down, his lips finding Primrose's lips, and his hands were not at ease but rested on her thin shoulders and massaged. Primrose couldn't stand the stimulation and let out a soft groan, and Joel's confidence grew and pulled her into a more passionate kiss, making Primrose's mind increasingly dreamy. His hand slowly slid down her waist, feeling the softness of Primrose's skin and whispering words in her ear.

"Sweetie, I'll show you what a hot night is."

Primrose soon fell into a coma but still stubbornly teased Joel back, her eyes dimly looking at him and then licking her lips.

"Is it so pompous? I look forward to it."

The light in the luxury hotel room was turned off by Joel's hand, engulfing the four sides of the space in darkness. Primrose couldn't distinguish the direction, just like that, caught up in the pace of Joel, listening to the chaotic beat of the person next to him and letting himself go.

I don't know how long the two of them were attached to each other, but I do know that by the time it was all over, Primrose was too tired to even lift her legs to sit up. She lazily squinted her eyes to let Joel help her shower and leaned back in satisfaction towards the tub, occasionally provocatively biting him on the shoulder.

"If you want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow, then keep playing with fire."

Joel flicked Primrose's forehead to warn her. This woman had no qualms about it, provoking him again and again. Fortunately, Primrose didn't mess around after that, just resting peacefully against him. Joel helped Primrose wash up, helped her get dressed, and then carried her back to bed.

"Well, is my technique enough to satisfy you?"

Joel repeated the original question, causing Primrose to laugh amusingly, rubbing the hem of his shirt in response.

"Okay, I'm very satisfied. I will rate you five stars."

Joel was delighted with Primrose's reply, hugging her even tighter. Primrose suddenly remembered something, tilted her head to the left, and asked Joel.

"I've just forgotten to ask, what do you do for a living?"

Primrose doesn't want to get involved with billionaires; they're too egotistical and like to do their own thing, at least not everyone she's met before. Not to mention, those people, because they have a lot of money, often like to do meaningless things, like finding ways to meet Primrose after a one-night stand, which is against her rules.

"I'm just the owner of a small car company, sweetie. No need to worry about my identity."

Primrose thinks he's just an ordinary guy with a muscular body and handsome looks, nodding satisfied. Joel then gently laid her down on the bed and carefully covered her with the blanket. He turned off the light again and lay down beside Primrose, hugging her warmly from behind.

"Good night, sweetie."

Primrose dreamily heard a familiar soft sound, just casually hummed a very soft sound instead of answering, and was quickly swept away by sleepiness, falling into a peaceful sleep—a dreamless night.