(1)
Although the campfire could illuminate the surroundings, and there was starlight and moonlight in the sky, it was obviously unrealistic to play a game that involved a lot of written words at a time like this.
So Sun Wei’s suggestion was—everyone thinks of a game to play, and as long as the losers accept punishment, it’s fine.
“Let’s play Watermelon Smash.” Zhou Zhao was the first to suggest.
“Where would we get a watermelon?”
“Smash Awei’s brain as if it were a watermelon.” Fang Qiang replied quickly.
“Damn!” Sun Wei quickly covered his head. “You’re ganging up on me, aren’t you?”
“We can change the rules a bit.” Zhu Ying suddenly thought of something, and a sly smile appeared on her face. “What if we change Watermelon Smash to Blind Man’s Touch?”
“What does that mean?”
“Blind Man’s Touch?” An Jing’s confused expression at that moment made her look just like a blind person.
“What the heck is that.”
“It’s super simple. You blindfold someone, they go touch other people, and then guess who it is. If they guess wrong, they lose.”
“However, in that case, wouldn’t the person who has to guess be at a huge disadvantage?” Fang Qiang scratched his head. “Others don’t have to worry about winning or losing, but the guesser will definitely have a chance of losing and then have to accept some prank punishment or something.”
“Damn, let me guess, let me touch! I’m willing to accept any punishment!” Sun Wei raised both hands.
“You just want to grope around, don’t you, you bastard?” Fang Qiang had a forehead full of black lines.
“We’ll split into two groups. Each group touches two people. Which group guesses everyone correctly first wins.”
“I think that works. Three people per group, and then pick someone to be the referee. Oh, and to ensure fairness, you shouldn’t be allowed to keep touching indefinitely. Each group gets a maximum of three touches. Exceed that and you lose.”
“Three touches per person?”
“Per group, a total of three touches only.”
“And anyone who makes a sound also loses!” Sun Wei immediately added. That guy seemed especially enthusiastic about this game.
“Alright, first let’s decide which two people will do the touching.”
“No need to choose, just me!”
“We have to choose.” Zhou Zhao shot him a sidelong glance. “We’ll pick two people by Black and White match. Don’t try any funny business, you punk.”
“Damn, can’t I volunteer willingly?”
“You’re counting on that, aren’t you? No matter how we split, each group is guaranteed to have at least one girl.” Fang Qiang scolded with a laugh.
“Damn, you think An Jing’s not one of the guys?”
“In times like this, people like An Jing and Yang Lingfei count as the girls’ side, okay?”
“Damn!”
“After all, they’re so pretty, and you’re so pervy. Who knows what you might do…”
“Damn, what do you take me for! I’m definitely not interested in touching men, no matter how pretty they are!”
“Enough chatter, let’s do Black and White match.” Zhou Zhao interrupted their bickering.
“Alright, let’s go!” Fang Qiang immediately replied.
“Black—White—Match!”
“Majority showed front, the remaining three showing back continue.” After several more rounds, the two people responsible for touching were finally decided.
As for Sun Wei, he was eliminated in the first round. Right now, he was drawing circles in the sand with a pretend ‘sad’ expression.
“I’m the one touching?” Zhu Ying muttered, pointing at herself. She glanced at An Jing, who had been eliminated earlier for showing front, and puffed her cheeks angrily. “Damn you, Xiao Jing, not cooperating at all!”
“…What am I supposed to cooperate with?” An Jing looked bewildered.
“Playing dumb!”
“I’m not…”
“Alright, next find two pieces of cloth to blindfold them, then you two can wait over there. We’ll pick the referees for each group, then decide who each of you will be touching.” Zhou Zhao smiled and glanced at Yuan Lanque. “Yuan Lanque, I remember you usually carry a handkerchief, right?”
“Only one…”
“I have a towel here, but, but I used it to wipe my body. I rinsed it briefly with someone else’s mineral water…” Wang Xinru somewhat embarrassedly picked up the wet towel she was holding. “Is this okay?”
“Is it clean?”
“It, it should be…”
Zhu Ying leaned close to Wang Xinru’s hand and took a strong sniff. “Mm… a very strong milky scent…”
“Can I just use my own handkerchief?” Yuan Lanque asked softly.
“Ho ho, you guys are already playing? Playing what, not including me?” Zhang Qiqi had somehow come over. “What game is it? Looks kinda interesting.”
“Blind Man’s Touch. If you want to join, we’ll have to regroup.”
“Alright, regroup!” Without any self-awareness of causing trouble, Zhang Qiqi naturally joined in. Everyone had to go through several more rounds of ‘Black and White match’, but Sun Wei’s eyes lit up. This time that guy was particularly lucky and made it to the final round, but unfortunately was still eliminated.
This time, the touchers were still Zhu Ying, and the other—was Zhang Qiqi.
The two were now blindfolded with a handkerchief and a towel respectively, and everyone spun them to face the sea.
The rest lowered their voices and began to assign who would be ‘touched’.
“Eh…”
“Shh—don’t talk, or you’ll be guessed.” Zhou Zhao lowered his voice. “So An Jing and Wangwang will be with Zhu Ying in one group. Awei and I will be one group. The remaining A Qiang and Yuan Lanque will be the referees for our group and An Jing’s group respectively. No problem?”
“Okay…” An Jing replied in a very soft voice as well.
(2)
The towel that almost covered half of Zhu Ying’s face continuously emitted a milky scent mixed with soap, making her unable to hold back two yawns in a row.
The towel was very thick, so she could barely sense any light, only the sound of the waves and approaching footsteps.
It was just a fun little game, but at this moment it got her completely excited.
Not being able to see anything actually made it more thrilling and exciting…
“Ahem, now for the blindfolded ones, there are two people standing in front of you. When the countdown ends, you can start touching. I’m going to start the countdown now!”
She heard Fang Qiang’s voice in her ears, which made her heart leap with joy. This meant that An Jing was likely not a referee, but one of the participants. Although she wasn’t necessarily assigned to Zhu Ying’s group, the possibility was certainly much higher.
“Three, two—one! Start!”
Without hesitation, Zhu Ying extended both hands and pressed firmly toward what was likely chest level.
“Ee, this one must be Xiao Ru!”
“If you’re sure, please proceed to touch the next person!” Fang Qiang neither confirmed nor denied, just shouted like that.
So, in the darkness, Zhu Ying lifted the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a little demon-like sly grin. Of course, she wasn’t relying on instinct; at that moment, she had sensed Wang Xinru’s mental activity.
So, without a doubt, she knew that the one next to her was An Jing!
…
(3)
Zhang Qiqi didn’t act immediately. She just sniffed left and right, then fanned the air, and soon ruled out that guy Sun Wei.
“Smells like hair oil, this must be Sun Wei.”
“Fuck.” Although he tried hard to endure, he couldn’t help but blurt out.
“Ahem! Don’t make a sound, or you’ll lose!” Fang Qiang quickly reminded.
Then, Zhang Qiqi shuffled her feet to the side. Because she couldn’t see, she wasn’t actually aligned with Zhou Zhao’s body, but she still tentatively reached out her hand. And then—well… she didn’t put her hand on the front, but rather…
Zhou Zhao’s eyes went wide immediately, but still following the rules, she didn’t make a sound.
“Hehe, just as I thought. With this feel, it should be that kind of curved shape, and the waist is very slim. Mm… face is smooth… No mistake, it’s Zhou Zhao.”
Saying this, she abruptly untied the handkerchief from her face, and then looked at the latter with a somewhat smug smile. “See, big sister guessed right!”
“You pinched my thigh way too hard…”
“Otherwise I can’t sense the shape clearly~” Zhang Qiqi widened her eyes in pretended innocence, but the smile at the corners of her mouth was impossible to hide.
“Hey hey, I’m saying, didn’t you get enough touching at night? You kept your hand there all last night.”
“What? The famous female pervert is actually shy? Don’t you like girls?”
“You’re too bold…” Zhou Zhao rarely showed an embarrassed expression. Watching her constantly approaching face, she couldn’t help but shrink her neck back.
“Don’t run away. If you’re like this, big sister loses interest. You should resist, okay?”
“Damn…”
“Zhou Zhao… you really do like men, don’t you?”
“Damn, don’t say such disgusting things!”
“Um, them…” Yuan Lanque’s weak voice came over. Everyone then turned their gaze to An Jing and Zhu Ying.
At this moment, Zhu Ying was pretending to look puzzled as she felt An Jing up and down—from head to neck, from collarbone to arm, and from arm to waist…
“Groping all over” was probably the best word to describe the scene.
“So strange, who could it be? How come I can’t figure it out? Hmm… let me try touching a bit more…”
“…She just wants to do bad things.” Fang Qiang covered his forehead.
An Jing hadn’t said a word. She kept her eyes tightly shut, standing like a doll on the ground—as if she hadn’t even heard the commotion from the other group that had already finished.
“So soft lips… who could it be… hmm…” Zhu Ying pinched An Jing’s small mouth, leaning her body forward, pressing most of her weight onto her.
And then…
Then the two lost their balance and fell onto the sandy ground.
“Ugh!” An Jing finally opened her eyes with embarrassment and anger. “Hey hey, you’ve touched me so many times, you should have been eliminated long ago! Yuan Lanque, why didn’t you say anything? Aren’t you the referee!”
“I, I thought you two were enjoying it…”
“What kind of enjoyment are you talking about!”
“Oh, it’s Xiao Jing after all! I couldn’t tell just now~” Zhu Ying took off the towel and blinked her eyes with a mischievous grin.
“Like hell I believe you! Just now I really thought you couldn’t tell. I’m such an idiot!”
“I really couldn’t tell.”
“Pfft, if Xiao Ying really couldn’t tell, then Xiao Anjing would be really sad, right?” Zhang Qiqi raised the corners of her mouth and chuckled lightly.
“Ahem, actually, I knew before I even touched.”
“I knew it—!” An Jing’s small face flushed bright red. “Y-y-y-you groped me all over, and, and in front of everyone!”
“You mean when there’s no one around, you can grope freely?” Zhang Qiqi continued to tease her.
“That’s not what I meant!!”
Sun Wei spread his hands with a regretful expression. “It’d be nice if I got to touch An Jing too.”
“You’re that kind of guy after all, aren’t you?” Fang Qiang clicked his tongue.
“Damn, I was just saying it casually. Don’t take it seriously!”
“Pervert! Interested in men too!”
“Oh, back in second year of middle school, who was it that said Yang Lingfei’s thighs were hairless when he wore shorts, and because they were so white, you dragged me to take a few extra looks!”
“Shut up, shut up!”