You’ve definitely heard of the classic game spin the bottle, right?

Well, you should know it’s exactly what MK and his friends were up to.

At first, you weren’t too keen on joining in—who would be?

But Mei, ever the sneaky one, kind of nudged you into it.

Turns out, she knew MK had a little crush on you, and she was determined to stir the pot.

So, Mei grabbed the bottle, spun it with a dramatic flourish—like she was auditioning for a game show—and it whirled around before finally landing on Red-Son.

Mei chuckled mischievously, then decided to turn up the fun.

She leaned in with a playful grin and chose to kiss Red-Son on the cheek, explaining that you could choose where to kiss—cheek or lips.

Red-Son blushed like a ripe tomato, clearly caught off guard but amused.

Next up was MK’s turn.

The bottle spun with a slow, suspenseful whine, the room holding its breath.

Mei’s eyes darted nervously—she was secretly hoping it would land on you.

And just as the spin reached its climax—bam! The bottle stopped right on you. How convenient, right?

Wukong, always the tease, let out a loud, exaggerated chuckle. “Ooh, this is gonna be good,” he teased, grinning like he’d just found the punchline to a joke no one else knew.

Meanwhile, Tang and Pisgy, too old for this kind of childish fun, sat back in the corner, chuckling quietly, clearly amused by the spectacle.

MK’s face turned a shade pinker than a freshly picked strawberry.

He shot Wukong a quick, knowing look—like he was silently saying, This is your fault, you troublemaker.

Wukong just winked with a grin, enjoying every second of the chaos.