"Of course not, what I said was to fulfill a request. Stripping was your request, not mine!"
Gong Beiming laughed, his long fingers idly dropping down as he took hold of Chi Xiaoyu's shoulders, his words seeming to carry a hint of drunkenness.
"Alright, little enchantress, how do you want to play?"
Chi Xiaoyu took out the paper and pen she had prepared earlier, "Hmm, I have a friend who can divine fortunes, I'm wondering whether your name and my name match well."
"Names?" His eyebrows knitted slightly, but since it was her request, he hesitated no further.
Taking the pen from her hand, next to Chi Xiaoyu's handwriting, he casually signed his own name.
His handwriting was bold and free, flying dragons and dancing phoenixes...
Chi Xiaoyu stared at the handwriting in a daze.
The next moment, he suddenly scooped her up, "All right, baby, playtime is over. It's time to get to the main event."
