Some in the circle were curious, and others wanted to object that he had to spin the bottle; two questions could not be asked at a time. But seeing that the person who asked the question was Ming Ye, they ultimately kept quiet.
Zi Han's gaze flickered toward him.
Ming Ye was leaning back now, his expression lazy, looking almost disinterested, and she would have thought that he was indeed disinterested if not for the way his eyes looked at her. It was sharp and piercing.
She hesitated for a second this time.
Then answered, "I haven't thought about it."
A pause.
Ming Ye tilted his head slightly. "Not even a type?"
"No."
"Not even a little preference?"
Zi Han frowned faintly. "Why are you asking so much?"
A few people chuckled awkwardly.
Yu Wuxian's expression shifted slightly.
This wasn't playful anymore.
Ming Ye smiled. But it didn't reach his eyes.
"Just curious," he said lightly.
