"Just tell me where it hurts," said Qie Xieling again but before he could poke anything Luo Muchen showed a mischievous grin spread across his face. In a swift motion, he grabbed Qie Xieling's outstretched hand, pulling him down onto the sandy beach. They tumbled and rolled, their banter blending with the crashing waves and the gentle rustle of the palm trees.
The sand clung to their bodies and for the third time tonight, the security team was shocked half to death. Their boss was a freaking neat freak. The last time one guy stepped on his shoe accidentally and he was demoted to building security at the graveyard shift. He was lucky he still had a job. Now that same boss was rolling in the sand making sand angels. It was unbelievable.
The two were lost in their own little world for a while and the men could hear Qie Xieling yelling, "Muchen, you bastard... Ah, now I have sand in my hair."
