242 You help me lead the flight (43)

For some reason, Suna held her breath subconsciously.

I saw him leisurely pick up the note of adventure with his long fingers, the content is as follows:

[Hold someone present and do twenty squats. 】

"Wow……"

Other teammates started to boo, there was no doubt who Jingshen would choose.

Suna raised her eyes to meet their joking gazes, stood up with a slight blush and walked over to her boyfriend.

She gently whispered in his ear: "Well, I might be a little heavy."

The broken hair in front of the other person's forehead blocked his sight, and the curve of his lips seemed to be a smile, "It's okay."

Then Suna felt a force lifting him up, and he easily completed the posture of a princess hug.

The temperature of the arm falling behind his back was slightly high. As he squatted deeply, the boy's thin muscles tightened, and his breath sprayed in his ears.

There is also a faint cold fragrance, as if it is dyed with air factors and is dancing around the body.

Suna blinked and his eyes fell on his exquisite and beautiful profile, feeling a little dazed.

The temperature on my face seemed to be very high, so I touched it with my hand.

Twenty squats were completed quickly, and the movements were very steady. When Suna was put down, he saw his eyes half closed and his expression unchanged.

Just a tiny amount of powder on my fair face.

Physical strength is quite good...

wrong!

Suna shook her head, what was she thinking!

Then he looked at the wine bottle on the ground. The young man's beautiful and sharp-knuckled hands held it and turned it around casually.

Suna always thought that whatever he did looked good.

It must be because the filter has become heavier after being together for a long time.

The next one was Fat Tiger. He drew a sincere note and asked: [What color are the underwear you are wearing now? 】

Guiqiang patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, tell everyone what color it is?"

"..."

Fat Hu seriously doubted that he had written such a trivial question.

"red……"

After answering, Fat Tiger said he no longer wanted to pay attention to the person next to him.

As a result, the ghost voice continued to talk, "Oh, is it the one you just threw on the bed when I entered your room?"

Fat Tiger: "Get out."

In the following rounds, everyone except Suna was pointed out.

Guiqiang turned the bottle again and nodded to Suna with determination, "I will definitely turn to you this time."

Suna suddenly felt a little proud for no reason.

Jing Lin glanced at her and took the bottle lazily. The moles under his eyes seemed to have the same evil intentions as their owner.

"I'll do it." His clear voice and flat tone made people doubt that he really had the ability to reach the target.

As a result, Suna watched helplessly as the mouth of the bottle was actually pointed at him.

"..."

【Your ideal type? 】

This question was written by Da Fei. It is interesting to ask anyone, but there is nothing curious about asking someone who has a partner.

Suna told the truth: "That's what Alin is like."

Jing Lin sat silently next to her, his dark eyes flashing with joy.

Then, as if it was poisonous, he pointed at Suna several times in a row.

It was not good for her to always tell the truth, so she drew a note about the adventure:

[Don’t play any fancy tricks, just have a drink. 】

To be honest, Suna had never drank.

Even the slightly alcoholic juice from the previous world felt strange to her and she couldn't drink it.

But this time she mustered up the courage to close her eyes and do it in one breath.

As a result, I felt a little dizzy.

I thought vaguely: She shouldn't be able to pour a cup, right?

Suna blinked and continued to spin the bottle, and his movement of reaching out became much slower.

Jing Lin saw the obvious redness on the little girl's cheeks. She sat quietly spinning the bottle without any unusual behavior, as if she was really not drunk.