Three minutes later, Xia Ziying stared at the only card left in her hand—the Joker—and cried out in disappointment, "Eh? Why am I so unlucky this time?"

"Fortune turns like a wheel. Ziying, you said this round’s only a dare."

"Hmm... what do you want me to do?"

"I want... I want to grope your breasts."

Jiang Xuehan still wore a pure, innocent smile, but her big eyes brimmed with anticipation.

Xia Ziying changed her mind instantly, clutching her hands protectively over her chest. "No way! We’re not little girls anymore. Groping’s just weird."

"Huh? You can’t cheat! I kept my word when I lost. A promise is a promise!" Jiang Xuehan’s voice grew urgent.

"Hmph, I’m a girl, not a gentleman."

"You!"

Jiang Xuehan had only ever played with guys before—men never backed out after betting. She hadn’t planned for this. How could she force a cute girl like Ziying?

Besides, with her own frail frame, she might not even win a fight.

Xia Ziying felt guilty and quickly added, "I’m not reneging, but groping right after meeting feels odd. If you win the next round, I’ll let you!"

"Hmm... fine. Keep your word this time!"

"Mm-hmm, definitely."

The next round ended predictably; Jiang Xuehan won again.

"What? Lost again?!" Xia Ziying threw the Joker down and stomped on it fiercely. "No fair! One more round—I can’t be this unlucky every time!"

Jiang Xuehan had never seen a girl’s tantrum this terrifying. She pleaded patiently, "Ziying, gambling means accepting loss. Girls aren’t exempt, or guys will look down on you."

Still pouting, Xia Ziying relented. "Fine... last round! If you win, touch all you want. As long as you like!"

"Okay... no more cheating..."

Three minutes later, Xia Ziying tossed the final Joker to the floor and stomped it hard. "Damn it! Why’s my luck so rotten all of a sudden?!"

"Everyone has bad days... um..." Jiang Xuehan reached out, fingers grasping at air.

If Ziying refused now, she’d be shameless. Sighing, she sat back in her chair and puffed out her chest. "Whatever. We’re both girls—it’s no big deal."

This... was the dream of years finally coming true?

Jiang Xuehan stepped forward, hands trembling as they neared Ziying’s perky breasts. They rose and fell with nervous breaths, utterly captivating.

Xia Ziying was tense—she hadn’t played such games in ages. After a year of rich meals in senior high, her chest had blossomed from small buds to near C-cup B-pluses. She guarded them fiercely.

But old sayings held weight: accept losses. Her new roommate had set the example thrice. Backing out now meant disrespect.

Though Jiang Xuehan’s gaze was lecherous, she seemed kind—and adorably petite. Letting her touch might be okay.

Jiang Xuehan’s fingers hovered centimeters away, sensing warmth and softness.

Then her phone buzzed and rang in her jeans pocket, shattering the mood.

First touches needed atmosphere—not noisy interruptions.

Annoyed, she straightened and answered. "Wu De? What now?"

It was Wu De, e-sports club president and the one who’d helped her fake enrollment. "Xiao Han, you’re in the dorm, right? I’m downstairs with our old president. Hurry down."

"Can’t it wait?"

"Just come."

Jiang Xuehan left unhappily. Behind her, Xia Ziying called triumphantly, "You quit—I didn’t cheat!"

*Little brat, wait. One day, I’ll touch every inch of you.*

Downstairs in the lobby, Wu De stood outside Building 7.

He was around 180 cm, dark-skinned, not handsome but boyishly sunny with his buzz cut.

Beside him stood a suited man of similar height, slender and polished, a distinct black mole below his right lip.

Jiang Xuehan’s eyes flashed red. Fists clenched tight.

Liang Sheng!!! It’s you!!!